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Galactic GuardiansThe Galactic Guardians is an organization of peace keepers that travel from different worlds, universes and galaxies, and different species from other planets, but we humans call them aliens or fantasy creatures since there from another planets or another part of the world, but most of them are peaceful and will defend all that’s good and peaceful that’s why they join our organization, there are also more of our organization colonies on other planets/worlds that have direct contact with ours on earth to send, S.O.S calls to those who need help, we are like S.P.D. This is set in the future that mankind imagined it to be but it was still developing and when we discovered different planets or worlds as I like to call them, also we have improved technology like the technology from those Sci-Fi films but only our members of the organization and the military can use them because we don’t think that the citizens of earth are ready to use this kind of technology si
The Book ThiefSometimes when I wander by,
I see this stranger,
as snowflakes fly,
reading and not seeming to be in any danger
I catch a glimpse of his book,
it's so brown,
probably with a good hook,
and I gently sit down
He still doesn't look at me,
it's "The Book Thief",
I smile and let him be,
and begin to feel grief,
Because I know that book,
it's so sad,
when he finally gives me a look,
I know he doesn't find it bad
That's why I smile,
and he begins to talk,
we sit there for a while,
and later begin to walk
He with a long winter coat,
and the brown book in his hands,
me as I float,
above the snowy land
can bring you together,
without arranging any meeting,
books are forever
Meeting the FangirlI glanced at the passenger beside me. She's a middle aged woman, with brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore a blue short jeans and a white shirt with yellow flowers on it. She looked very occupied reading a novel. Her expression frequently changed and then she looked like she was about to laugh.
I was curious. So secretly i took a quick glance at the book.
Heart pounding. She knew she wants him. It will never last, they said.
Oh, so it's a romance novel.
I kept on taking quick glances at the lady, but she didn't seem to be aware of it. So I just sat there, watching as she read. And there were times when she smiled slyly, and then she would held a small laugh, I just kept observing. And she was totally oblivious.
I glanced at the book a few times too. It's a normal silly romance novel.
"You are the best thing I've ever had in my life." He said, unwilling to let her go.
On this line she smiled like crazy. I know what it called. "Fangirling".
Yes, and on the next line s
God Bless the Doctor Ding!
The simple sound became an alarm for the one who guided the metal creature through fading roads in both blazing light and frozen night. Faces came and went without notice or care, oblivious to all but their own lives.
A figure sat beside a window, one of many waiting for the moment when they would leave the steel carriage and their feet would touch the ground once more. Golden rust flowed like a river atop her delicate head, hiding the twinkling in her amber eyes, the soft archer's bow of her pearly lips, and the tiny dots like stars on the canvas of her gently pale skin. A Kindle Fire rested in her lap, a single white cord connecting her to the images that played on its screen. On it, tiny pale creatures walked with nearly invisible feet, strangely adorable considering how they came into existence.
No blanket more comforting then one of words.There is no blanket more comforting then one of words.
As one door shuts in my life, there is always another book that I can open. Another adventure to distract me from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Its comforting to know that the stories I love will live on, even when I am just a forgotten memory. Stories that will connect me to future generations in a way they will not even be aware of.
A way of escape from reality.
So when I am Sitting on the bus, my eyes heavy in my head and life weighing me down. I cant help but smile seeing that man two rows down, eyes glued to the pages of a good book. Or A woman I happen to pass by, sitting on a park bench during her lunch break. Her Sandwich sitting beside her untouched as she loses herself in the plot, I always remind myself never take a second for granted.
You dont know what great stories you could miss out on if you do.
All My Life All my life I wAll My Life
All my life I was taught what I thought was right and wrong.
All my life I dressed for church and knelt before the Lord my God.
All my life I sinned and hurt and all my life I lied.
All my life I hurt with words and all my life I cried.
Then I heard a story of a boy not quite my size.
Who sang and danced and smoked and laughed.
Who had a grand old time.
He testified before us all twiddling his thumbs.
He said he tried to take his life he said he wanted death.
He didn't want to feel and he didn't want to see.
He didn't want his miserable life to end in agony.
But he cried before the Lord the one I had despised.
He begged and prayed for care and love.
For the love he'd never had.
He looked up at us all his eyes shining and clear.
I saw a tear trickle down his cheek and I saw him whisper there.
All my life I waited all my life I cried.
All my life I hoped and all my life I tried.
But it seemed I tried not nearly enough and it seemed He did not care.
Only then I realized he nev
Uniques VisionsThrough the tunnel life.
Life where perfection and truth are to question.
Long way from the painful adventure and challenge.
It always takes a train for life.
Ask where will this fierce and ruthless world.
On through DoomTrain for a short end.
Tunnels for the many.
Movement filled with various stop connected world.
Wandering souls looking at their reflections in the water.
Face diverse and different visions of crystal glasses.
Single soul reading the writings of hearts, listening to the songs of souls and watching the various worlds of thought.
Being admire the arts of many visions.
title of art is "Unique Visions."
The speech is announced through the eyes of each, the universe is open for a world Every movement, light and darkness are present, Art is the window of vision through the heart and soul of every being.
Word is the train of life current through time and space.
Everything is affected by this reality of destiny itself.
We are the world's energy as we are parents and children o
Worth the money?I twirled what resembled fettuccine Alfredo around my fork in endless circles, entertaining myself with the sounds of the fork scraping at the bottom of the plate. My date, having scarfed down his “meal” in a blaze had spent most of the evening making love to a toilet seat, while I spent the night flirting with a limp noodle. Boredom seeping deep into my skin, I glanced around and spotted a portly 9 or 10 year old burning out his eyelids with the back-light from an Iphone. His face was round with freckled cheeks and his hair glowed red in the dim lighting. He was wearing ripped jean Capri pants and what looked like a spaghetti-sauced Adventure Time t-shirt. He hunched over the edge of the table top, laying his arms on the surface as he lowered his neck and lunged head first into the phone. His face was blank and sunken as he bested the flickering screen at a staring contest. Apparently, shooting the undead with flaming peas in Plants vs. Zombies was more interesting than ha
The Path Taken by All I see very little without my glasses. Everything is a large blur of colors until I slip the red television frames around my view. I figure it would be best to draw my unknowing subjects from a park on this rather quaint afternoon. I sneak closer to find a gorgeous subject about the age of eighteen reading a book. I realize that she doesn’t notice the other people strolling by, but continues to look up from the book as if she is waiting for someone.
I noted down every blonde streak in the auburn hair spouting from her head in every direction known to man. Her cerulean gown flipped and twisted in the summer air. She set down the satin covered book. She’d been reading Gone with the Wind in what seemed only to be German. She clicked her Mary Jane shoes together in dissent. “He’s fifteen minutes late!” The lady moped with a glint of wrath in her sea foam gre
The Girl On The Train (Through Your Eyes Contest)The girl next to me is a conundrum. Subtlety she tucks a strand of golden hair behind her ear. The movement seems subconscious. She shakes the strand loose again, then tucks it in once more. Like a nervous tic. Over and over again. The other hand is less occupied but just as repetitive. It keeps smoothing down the cover, flipping the crinkled yellowed pages of the book in her hand.
She is clutching it I notice, as if it holds everything. I’m not sure what book it is. My vantage point is less than desirable. But anyways, the blurry glimpse I happen to catch is less than enlightening. Whatever language the book is in, I don’t happen to speak it. She sighs a bit. Other than the hair tic, it’s the only real movement I've seen from her. Though I am not sure how long I have been watching, it seems a very long time to hold so still. Save of course her shallow, consistent breaths.
I wonder what the small exhale means. It’s seems to hold a lot for just a little gust o
Deviant Art MemoriesMy favorite Memories of being part of the Deviant Art community is meeting new people from other part's of the world and make new friends, experiencing and learning new things that would help me become a more developed artist and looking back on my previous art work it show's how much I went from this to this and also my other best memories are when I met a lot of int interesting people like Versaill, VictoriWind, NoaQep, UmaYorokobi, IrisLullaby, Drag0n-Mistr3ss and a lot of other people, also when I became a member of the Group.
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