The Children from the Ocean by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
The Children from the Ocean
The bad people are coming
Without consent
Lining the tide
Fingers pulled to their lips
A promise from one collector to the other
Concealing long eyelashes stiff with dried tears
Denying adding pure faces to the miles of salt water from every child they hurt
Pure freedom and innocence covered by hands
Hands of those who didn’t love
Those who didn’t ask
Those who didn’t think in years, but in seconds
Adding delicate lifetimes to their collection with a shrug
The vast waves crashing back and forth in crowds of small hands, arms, and legs
White foam dotted with tiny eyes and lips gasping for breath
Wanting for the
I see the fibers of my life
Memories throbbing
Words shattering
Looks and gestures that make up my being
All slaughtered on the floor
Warped laughter leaks and trickles through the slices of anguish and arrogance
And the same cold finger infinitely repeated points at the gap between my lips
From where lies, deceit, and death are born
But as my eyes scan the empty flat line space
I’m the only one holding the knife
And those fat brown fingers pointing between my eyes
Are my own
Jenny held the giggling toddler on her lap tightly, as she felt her world drift through still time. This day was decided long before Chloe came into her life, and Jenny knew it, but she had decided to ignore it, thinking that it would be so much easier than it really was. Chloe cooed and turned in Jenny’s lap and wrapped her small arms around her neck. Jenny smiled and gave the infant a loud kiss on the cheek, “You’re such a cute girl huh?” Jenny told Chloe, who laughed through a wide smile and put her little hands on Jenny’s face.
“Mom!” Chloe squealed in joy
Jenny leaned into the little girl&rsquo
Drink Another Bottle by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Drink Another Bottle
Her long black hair
Soft brown skin
Clear dark eyes
Things you’ll never see again
Drink another bottle
I want to be with you
Come home soon
I love you
Words you’ll never hear again
Drink another bottle
Her hand in yours
The touch that meant home
The warmth that was love
Emotions you’ll never feel again
Drink another bottle
The thick blood that flowed
The hours wasted in tears
The cold voice that said ‘she is no longer wanted here’
Memories you will never forget
Drink another bottle
Hoping that the next rim to touch your lips will be your last
Someday soon, it will
Welcome to My Life by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Welcome to My Life
I was never into the paranormal. That was my sister’s department. Not being native to America, I grew up in a home that was highly superstitious, and from ghost to witches to werewolves, we believed it all. I mean seriously, my mother still tells the story about ‘el niño’ or ‘the little boy’ that followed her after she sat on an unmarked grave stone on a new year’s eve celebration in a lonely cemetery on the mountainside of a town of population 100.
I’m not saying I don’t believe in this kind of other worldly or evil entity culture. I do. I’ve experienced many things myself, and
In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun)
Felix quietly walked to Hero’s Duty across the empty game central station, and silently rode the high tech tram into the open space of the war game. It was a Thursday morning, a couple of hours before arcade hours, so Felix knew Tamora would be on her way to the gym in about fifteen minutes. If he hurried Felix knew he could catch her before she left her room.
Felix walked as quietly as he could, but kept a brisk pace past the offices, and rooms. Everything seemed so still, and Felix guessed it was because the soldiers must be patrolling the tower at this time, but Felix wasn’t worried about them. All of his thoughts were sti
Everyone said it was an accident. Both the mom and the sister. The blood that trickled down the steps of the grand staircase and ran through the opened door into a collecting puddle on the porch was not testimony enough to prove it otherwise.
Bodies bleed a lot, and the splatters that looked like hot red wax on the pretty wallpapered walls, was to be expected. The boy should have known the knife was sharp, and that the stairs were wet from the leaky roof on that rainy night. And when they found him the knife was still tight in his young fingers, dyed in red warm life, because the death had been so quick. His eyes were opened and rolled bac
In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun)
Sergeant Calhoun had tried to sleep that night, but her memories were thick enough to drip into reality, and after racking her skull for too long over the same old tired thing, she decided she wasn’t going to sleep the rest of her life.
Instead she found herself in the gym in a far corner of hero’s duty where the punching bag she had become acquainted with through years of training and stress was still there to keep her company.
Two days ago she had been doing the same thing whenever she had free time. Tonight was no exception and for three hours she had been punching her anger away, and whenever her hands protested against the
In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun)
Felix was an optimistic, happy-go-lucky, cheerful person. If there was something good to say about anything he was always the first to point it out. If there was a way around anything dark, hopeless, or depressing he was the one to pave the path, and if you’re day was stabbing you in the back, he could sooth the wound.
This was something everyone agreed on, but since his engagement to Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun, it was also agreed that his easy availability to happiness had supercharged. Now Felix could most certainly talk the doom out of doomsday and easily add a cherry on top. Happy had just gotten happier.
There was one excepti
Sharks aren't Approchable by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Sharks aren't Approchable
Sharks aren’t approachable. I mean, have you even tried to pet one? Just looking at them is hard. Their white sparkly teeth that cut your skin before you’ve ever touched them. But, do you even know how sharp their teeth are? I bet you don’t, but why take the risk right?
Their round eye that never blinks staring at you like it’s going to pounce out of the water any second and rip your head off. Why would anyone want to take the chance with an animal like that? Oh, duh, no one does. And if anyone claims they do, it’s because they like to see the blood curl in the water and the limbs crumbling through the shar
The Children from the Ocean by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
The Children from the Ocean
The bad people are coming
Without consent
Lining the tide
Fingers pulled to their lips
A promise from one collector to the other
Concealing long eyelashes stiff with dried tears
Denying adding pure faces to the miles of salt water from every child they hurt
Pure freedom and innocence covered by hands
Hands of those who didn’t love
Those who didn’t ask
Those who didn’t think in years, but in seconds
Adding delicate lifetimes to their collection with a shrug
The vast waves crashing back and forth in crowds of small hands, arms, and legs
White foam dotted with tiny eyes and lips gasping for breath
Wanting for the
I see the fibers of my life
Memories throbbing
Words shattering
Looks and gestures that make up my being
All slaughtered on the floor
Warped laughter leaks and trickles through the slices of anguish and arrogance
And the same cold finger infinitely repeated points at the gap between my lips
From where lies, deceit, and death are born
But as my eyes scan the empty flat line space
I’m the only one holding the knife
And those fat brown fingers pointing between my eyes
Are my own
Jenny held the giggling toddler on her lap tightly, as she felt her world drift through still time. This day was decided long before Chloe came into her life, and Jenny knew it, but she had decided to ignore it, thinking that it would be so much easier than it really was. Chloe cooed and turned in Jenny’s lap and wrapped her small arms around her neck. Jenny smiled and gave the infant a loud kiss on the cheek, “You’re such a cute girl huh?” Jenny told Chloe, who laughed through a wide smile and put her little hands on Jenny’s face.
“Mom!” Chloe squealed in joy
Jenny leaned into the little girl&rsquo
Drink Another Bottle by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Drink Another Bottle
Her long black hair
Soft brown skin
Clear dark eyes
Things you’ll never see again
Drink another bottle
I want to be with you
Come home soon
I love you
Words you’ll never hear again
Drink another bottle
Her hand in yours
The touch that meant home
The warmth that was love
Emotions you’ll never feel again
Drink another bottle
The thick blood that flowed
The hours wasted in tears
The cold voice that said ‘she is no longer wanted here’
Memories you will never forget
Drink another bottle
Hoping that the next rim to touch your lips will be your last
Someday soon, it will
Welcome to My Life by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Welcome to My Life
I was never into the paranormal. That was my sister’s department. Not being native to America, I grew up in a home that was highly superstitious, and from ghost to witches to werewolves, we believed it all. I mean seriously, my mother still tells the story about ‘el niño’ or ‘the little boy’ that followed her after she sat on an unmarked grave stone on a new year’s eve celebration in a lonely cemetery on the mountainside of a town of population 100.
I’m not saying I don’t believe in this kind of other worldly or evil entity culture. I do. I’ve experienced many things myself, and
In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun)
Felix quietly walked to Hero’s Duty across the empty game central station, and silently rode the high tech tram into the open space of the war game. It was a Thursday morning, a couple of hours before arcade hours, so Felix knew Tamora would be on her way to the gym in about fifteen minutes. If he hurried Felix knew he could catch her before she left her room.
Felix walked as quietly as he could, but kept a brisk pace past the offices, and rooms. Everything seemed so still, and Felix guessed it was because the soldiers must be patrolling the tower at this time, but Felix wasn’t worried about them. All of his thoughts were sti
Everyone said it was an accident. Both the mom and the sister. The blood that trickled down the steps of the grand staircase and ran through the opened door into a collecting puddle on the porch was not testimony enough to prove it otherwise.
Bodies bleed a lot, and the splatters that looked like hot red wax on the pretty wallpapered walls, was to be expected. The boy should have known the knife was sharp, and that the stairs were wet from the leaky roof on that rainy night. And when they found him the knife was still tight in his young fingers, dyed in red warm life, because the death had been so quick. His eyes were opened and rolled bac
In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun)
Sergeant Calhoun had tried to sleep that night, but her memories were thick enough to drip into reality, and after racking her skull for too long over the same old tired thing, she decided she wasn’t going to sleep the rest of her life.
Instead she found herself in the gym in a far corner of hero’s duty where the punching bag she had become acquainted with through years of training and stress was still there to keep her company.
Two days ago she had been doing the same thing whenever she had free time. Tonight was no exception and for three hours she had been punching her anger away, and whenever her hands protested against the
In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun) by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun)
Felix was an optimistic, happy-go-lucky, cheerful person. If there was something good to say about anything he was always the first to point it out. If there was a way around anything dark, hopeless, or depressing he was the one to pave the path, and if you’re day was stabbing you in the back, he could sooth the wound.
This was something everyone agreed on, but since his engagement to Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun, it was also agreed that his easy availability to happiness had supercharged. Now Felix could most certainly talk the doom out of doomsday and easily add a cherry on top. Happy had just gotten happier.
There was one excepti
Sharks aren't Approchable by SilentForeverDancer, literature
Literature
Sharks aren't Approchable
Sharks aren’t approachable. I mean, have you even tried to pet one? Just looking at them is hard. Their white sparkly teeth that cut your skin before you’ve ever touched them. But, do you even know how sharp their teeth are? I bet you don’t, but why take the risk right?
Their round eye that never blinks staring at you like it’s going to pounce out of the water any second and rip your head off. Why would anyone want to take the chance with an animal like that? Oh, duh, no one does. And if anyone claims they do, it’s because they like to see the blood curl in the water and the limbs crumbling through the shar
Brian Kesinger: Character Driven by techgnotic, journal
Brian Kesinger: Character Driven
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Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger (https://www.deviantart.com/briankesinger) as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and Bolt. Brian is author and illustrator of his own octovictorian creation, the wild
EXTRA CREDIT - Various Pencil Tests =3 by Wreck-It-Ralph-Fans, journal
EXTRA CREDIT - Various Pencil Tests =3
This rough test is served for more expressions and attitude study than good animation.
Animator Jin Kim used a dialogue from the movie "Step Brothers" (2008)
Also by Animator Jin Kim
2D animated test of Calhoun by Sarah Airriess,
To test her design before final model and rigging took place.
2D animation of Gene, chief of the Nicelanders also by Sarah Airriess,
to explore animation possibilities before his model and rig were finalised.
Source: http://livlily.blogspot.hu/2013/06/wreck-it-ralph-2012-pencil-tests.html (Compilated)
Again, I'm sure this entry will be filled with people telling
how awesome would it be if the movie was 2D and ya
EXTRA C. - Vanellope Von AKB48 Maeda? XD by Wreck-It-Ralph-Fans, journal
EXTRA C. - Vanellope Von AKB48 Maeda? XD
:hooray: ENGLISH…Wreck-It Ralph recently opened in Japan, where it’s titled Sugar Rush. Besides enjoying the flick, Japanese moviegoers are doing something else: Comparing the character Vanellope to a real idol.
Namely, Japanese moviegoers are saying Vanellope looks like AKB48 member Ami Maeda. Yes, their eye colour is different, but their eyebrows, hair and facial expressions seem similar, no?
Maeda herself sees the resemblance. “Even today, while walking outside, I was told I looked like Vanellope,” she told Japanese TV. “I said, ‘Oh, thanks!’”
According to Walt Disney Japan, there’s
Goodness! I'm so sorry I haven't put anything up in a lifetime! I will put stuff up soon I promise! I'm so sorry!
is there anything anyone wants to see me write in particular?
My life got super messed up over night, so it will take longer for me to put stuff up. BUT I still have a lot of ideas, I'm still going to live, and writing relaxes me so I will still be putting up all kinds of stuff.
I mean, most poeple probably don't really care, but I just wanted to tell you...becuase I can.
Be happy everyone.
No problem. You are a really descriptive writer! I've written a few wreck it Ralph stories but the're not very descriptive and the're very short. But I think your writing skills are amazing!