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Valentine's Day Art Exchange!DIGITAL LOVE IS IN THE AIR!The Valentine Exchange is back! We asked you to create Valentine-themed deviations and submit them to the Valentine Exchange category. Now, it’s time to send your love-filled deviations to your deviantART friends, family, and secret admirers! From February 12th to 19th, the “Send a Valentine” button has been activated on deviation pages for deviations in the Valentine Exchange category, so you can send your custom creations and valentines made by others. Love is in the air!CREATE THE LOVECreate Valentine-themed deviations and submit them to the
A Drunk Man...A Drunk Man Reads French Poetry for Open Mic NightA-ahem! Good evening open mic night, are youready to rock? I will now read you, noshut up, Arthur, I can hear you talkingback there! Sorry. I will now read a poemby, uh...what the f...Arthur, what is this?A poem by, uh, the guillotine of Apollo.Anyway, here goes, so shut up and quit laughing.Moon, I'm half fluent, less lucid, or demonic,urges and verges long since past, slurringthe stars, or, well, I figure they're bells.Ya see, everything's lighter after drinks (onlyhad three, thanks) and voices are loud as sky tombs--see, told ya moonlight's a mile long pole of light--and sometimes they find a third voice and go on adventures.God, I'm tired, and it's dark--what was I saying, Arthur?What? I can't hear you over these lights, deca-decad, uh...pretty sweet. The lights, they're pretty sweet, like a rosetrapped in an air vent, or something.I really hope you all got a kick out of that, becauseI sure as hell won't r
Lightbringer“We’ve got about half an hour until daybreak. The light panel is up and running, so you can begin, lightbringer!”Kenta closed his eyes to the stars and breathed in through his nose before exhaling sharply out of his mouth. His hands were trembling. When he breathed in next, the stars came with it, pinpricks of light jumping to his fingers, toes, arms, legs, and even his face and hair. Every part of his body seemed to be engulfed in blue light, except his closed eyes. Once the light had gathered, he exhaled through his mouth once again, and the light throughout his body shifted to his left arm until it was contained between his fingertips and his elbow. When he opened his eyes, the sky was only slightly darker than it had been. He did not look at his left arm.Turning away from the stars, he faced a small white pedestal that came up to his waist. On the top of the pedestal was a small black panel, and he placed his left hand on it, closing his eyes and breathing ou
The FugitiveThe wind, and the wind, and the windwhirring here and there and back asshoes click morse code to the ground,tumult, and tumult, and tumult again.He flees because he knows the truth.It's the same motion paced to the same spacein a different location each time, franticthen wary, then frantic again.He flees because he knows what is safe.There is no blood trail to him, no pathto follow to catch him, the fugitive, guiltyof running away, only of running away.He flees because it is his hope.The clicks turn to stamping, as it beginsto snow. He has only the river to clear,sloshing slowly from one bank to another.He fears he cannot tell the truth.The wind, and the wind, and the windpushing him downstream with the water,shoes slipping in the muddy waterfrom tumult, and tumult again.The fugitive flees because the truthcannot be told from inside of a box.