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Lost cargo
A stream of bubbles flowed past the diver with each breath. The lone swimmer slowly descended, checking his dive watch every couple of breaths. He knew his depth was quickly nearing fifty meters.
Various fish swam around him, as though they were curious about this new being in their waters. Unconsciously, the diver moved his hand a towards his knife. The fear of being alone in the freezing cold waters was obvious, even if the goggles prevented it from being seen.
Carefully, the diver began to scan the deaths around him. The sea floor was barely twenty meters below him, but in the available light, barely anything would appear.
All at once, he noticed something. Quickly, the lone diver aimed his flashlight in the direction of the movement. It was a floating piece of metal, grey and rusted. If he could have smiled with the breather in his mouth, he would have.
The lone diver continued downwards, looking around. He didn't care about the cold or his limited air supply at that moment. There
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Dusk
A cold wind swept its way through the evening. The leaves all rustled, before falling silent. This would repeat with the next gust, and the next. Slowly but surely, a seemingly rhythmic pattern developed; a chant, one that only nature could create.
Like a worm, a pathway inched its way along, weaving between the trees with careful precision. The designer had worked hard on the layout of the path, and the journey reflected it.
Now though, only a single figure was endorsing the pathway. She moved calmly, but there was no joy on her face. Her expression was one of preparation. It was a look that would only ever appear on someone's face if they knew something truly dangerous was about to happen.
To the west, the final rays of the sun began to set. To the east, the full moon made its slow rise into the sky. It snaked into the sky, and one could almost say that the tree branches followed it, as though reaching to grab it. Other trees seemed to retreat from it. It was as though the forest was
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How to deal with writers block
Anyone who has ever tried to frequently do creative writing will at some point experience writer's block. At the same time, many artists will also at some point get art block, which is similar. Even if you don't do creative writing, there might at some point be that one project that you need to work on, and the writing just won't click. Suffice it to say, writer's block can hit anyone, and it's annoying.
Generally writer's block comes in two forms. Form A involves having ideas, but those ideas seem to refuse to connect into a story. Form B is where those ideas simply don't want to form at all.
Given that writer's block can settle in for a fairly long amount of time, it can be beneficial to have some ways of trying to jumpstart your way out of writer's block. Personally, I have three. My methods are increased browsing, increased editing, and trying to write NSFW material.
Increased browsing is mainly meant to address the issue of thoughts simply not forming. The idea is that by spending
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Systems active
 “ That went smoothly.” Allen said to me.
The soldier was keeping watch as I handled the data transfer.
 “ Yep. Should be done transferring in about twenty seconds. Gives you plenty of time to deal with that security team.” I told him, as I checked the surveillance system.
 “ Why didn't you tell me?” He shouted, aiming his pistol at the door.
 “ Breaching charges goes off in three seconds.” I warned.
Just as the charge detonated, time seemed to slow. It wasn't any doing of fate or adrenaline though. I had simply boosted the clock rate on the processor in Allen's armour that made up my brain. The corresponding effect was that time appeared to move much slower, roughly a thousandth of normal time.
 “ Allen, you and I have very different ideas about what's a short period of time.” I said. While I could only exist in a simulated environment, I always ensured it matched that of what was in Allen's surr
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Recovery and greetings (Duelist part 3)
Slowly, I awoke. It was difficult to wake up. My body felt drained of energy, despite it being morning. The warmth of the sheets made it even more difficult. It seemed like a fog was in my head, clouding everything, and obscuring anything that wasn't immediately obvious.
Thoughts seemed to not want to connect. Basic things, like where I was, what day it was, and what had happened the day before all seemed lost to me.
My eyes still closed, I could slowly feel the fog lifting. With the lifting of the fog within my head, came a rush of emotions.
My eyes burst open, and I shot straight up in the bed. A quick look around the room confirmed what I already suspected. This room wasn't my own.
The walls were clearly made from aging stone. They looked well kept, but even still, it was clear the stones were aging. Off to the left was a window. Light shined through despite the curtains, casting a light illumination over the entire room.
Slowly, I tried to move my right leg, only to gasp in pain. I
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The Raiders (duelist sequel)
My eyes fluttered open. Sleepily, I slowly got up. I could tell by looking out the window that it was still late at night. Something seemed off about the sky though. It wasn't until after I had finished getting dressed that I realized what seemed off about the night sky.
Looking back through the window, I realized there were no stars in the sky. Early summer, and yet, not a single star. It could have easily just been clouds, but that raised another question in my mind. If it was clouds, then why was there still a surprising amount of light outside?
Slowly, one by one, possibilities started to remove themselves from my mental list. It couldn't have been a summer festival; that wasn't for at least a month still. It couldn't have been morning either; far to dark.
Just as I considered the worst possibility, I opened the door to my small room. The sight that greeted me left no doubts in my mind.
From my place at the old temple, I could easily see to the village. Down below, it was clea
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Deviantart and NSFW part 2
While this post is not going to be put under the mature content filter, it will be discussing aspects of NSFW material on deviantart. If you dont wish to read about this type on material, feel free to leave this post.
This is a continuation of sorts from a previous posting, the link to which will be in the description. In short, in the previous posting, I talked about some of the reasons why BDSM and fetish material are so prevalent in NSFW content submitted to deviantart. However, there is a second part that I didn't address in that post, that I feel is probably worth discussing.
For those who don't post content, or haven't taken the time to completely read deviantarts posting rules, there is a certain section that's of particular note. Im referring to the anti pornography section. Long story short, deviantart has rules stating that content creators are not allowed to post pornographic material to the site. Of course, if this is your first time learning about this, I would not be
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Fly by night
“ Beautiful tonight, isn't it?” Allen said, finally adding a new sound to the low purr of the twin merlin engines that filled the cockpit. He was right. I had often found that after rising above the dense clouds on nights like tonight, one would find the stars in the sky to be at their most brilliant. Less than 500 feet below me, the clouds seemed to stretch for eternity, illuminated only by the light of the stars. Tonight, there was no moon, and even seasoned night fighter pilots would sometimes find themselves disoriented with the lack of the moons illumination.
Over the past month, I had learned to get used to the life of a night fighter pilot. I would spend my days indoors, with thick black curtains drawn over the windows, as I spent the daylight hours asleep. At around dusk, I would crawl out of bed, and go spend my time eating breakfast with friends who would be eating their dinner.
All the flight crews operated in shifts, which were dependent on our planes fuel load.
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Deviant art and NSFW
Although I am not putting this under the mature content filter, this is going to talk a lot about NSFW material on deviant art. If you do not wish to read about NSFW content, please leave this post.
So if you are reading this, and you're anything like me, you have spent a fair amount of time browsing deviant art without the mature content filter. Over the last little while of doing so, I have started to notice some trends with NSFW posts that appear in the first 500 or so of the top 24 hours search section.
Firstly though, a general observation about posts labeled mature content. These posts can be generally put into one of four groupings.
Group A: This small group includes art that is either not truly NSFW, very limited NSFW (implied past/future situations, certain phrases), and non NSFW posts by predominantly NSFW creators.
Group B: This is the smallest group, and is the work counted as NSFW/mature content on the grounds of gory content.
Group C: The mighty nude photography
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The duelist
I stood outside, dusting the grounds in front of the old temple. It was located at the top of a tall hill, looking out over the village. Leading down into the village, was a stone pathway. I had no doubt that the market was in full swing by now. Dozens if not hundreds, would be walking about the hard packed streets, purchasing food, spices, clothes, and in some cases, weapons.
I looked down the pathway. As I did, I saw a young man walking up. He was wearing zero armour, and wore a long leather coat. As he walked, it was easy to spot his sheath with its sword strapped to his belt.
I put down the broom, and walked towards him. Clearly he was new to town. His face bore a look of conflicted determination.
 “ Is there some way I can help you stranger?” I asked him.
 “ I’m looking for the old general. I was told to find him here.” He responded.
 “ Well he’s not here currently.” I told him.
It was a story that had existed for some
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Haunted
I walked up to the front entrance of the building. It was a large building, sitting in the middle of the city suburbs. A large, stone and iron fence, ran across the front of the property.
 “This has got to be a mistake.” I thought to myself as I double checked the address on the card, then the address on the front sign. Sure enough, they were the same. I considered reading through the invitation again, but having done so six times already, I didn't see the point. The invitation had explicitly asked for me to attend, and it had asked by name.
It still puzzled me why the owner of such obvious wealth would invite someone like myself to a fancy party. Like other working class people, a home like this seemed more a dream then a reality. The three doored garage alone would cost at least half of my annual salary.
I walked through the open front gate, dressed in some of my best clothes. They weren't much though. A simple dress shirt, khaki pants, and a red tie. Walking towards
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Story writing tips for everyone
Writing a short story:
Its something I do fairly often, but recently I had an interesting experience. A close friend who reads my writing said he could not write a short story as well as I could.
Now I by no means claim to be an expert here, but I think that both my friend and others are selling themselves short on their writing capabilitys. So I thought I would give out some personal tips on how to better your own creative writing.
Tip one: READ BOOKS! This should be obvious, but I cant help but reiterate how much being a good reader can make you a better writer. The trick is to not let others writing make you feel down about yours. Use their writing for techniques and ideas, not bench marks.
Tip two: Day dream. One thing I find helps my writing is to day dream. Usually Ill come up with a setting, a small cast of characters, and throw them at some scenerios I come up with. Over time, some of those day dreams will either become strong stories, or lend themselves to a good story.
Tip th
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colour blind sky
While im still suffering from writers block, I figured I should just post something I feel no one really ever talks about: what is it like being colour blind?
One thing I want to clarify real quick. colour blindness DOSENT immediatly mean seeing in only black and white. That condition is refered to as total colour blindness.
Obviously, I myself have colour blindness. So heres how I see the world at times.
In my case, my colour vision has the most issues at night. My colour vision makes the night sky look green. This is most obvious on over cast nights, where the sky almost looks like a field of grass. It is that bright a green. Also, the moon gives off a green aura at night for me. The moon itself is white, but the sky that surrounds it is always green for me.
On a clear night, the sky always has a faint green tint. It looks dark, but I always see a green tint to the sky on a clear night.
During the day the sky looks fine: it looks blue. But at night, all bets are off. This is by far t
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If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to be clear sky's, prepare for the equivalent of being burned at the stake.

If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to be partly cloudy, bring shorts and a rain coat. You will need both.

If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to rain heavily, be prepared for a snow storm and a hurricane to occur simultaneously.

This is southern Alberta weather in a nut shell.

A stream of bubbles flowed past the diver with each breath. The lone swimmer slowly descended, checking his dive watch every couple of breaths. He knew his depth was quickly nearing fifty meters.

Various fish swam around him, as though they were curious about this new being in their waters. Unconsciously, the diver moved his hand a towards his knife. The fear of being alone in the freezing cold waters was obvious, even if the goggles prevented it from being seen.

Carefully, the diver began to scan the deaths around him. The sea floor was barely twenty meters below him, but in the available light, barely anything would appear.

All at once, he noticed something. Quickly, the lone diver aimed his flashlight in the direction of the movement. It was a floating piece of metal, grey and rusted. If he could have smiled with the breather in his mouth, he would have.

The lone diver continued downwards, looking around. He didn't care about the cold or his limited air supply at that moment. There was a prize to be found down here. The lone man knew that the story of a U-boat having been sunk in this area had persisted for decades.

If the legends of its existence were true, then within its hold existed a potential untold fortune in lost paintings. It was a prize that many had sought, and none yet had retrieved. Many had given up on it, and some had even lost their ships in the process.

With a start, the diver looked around. A chill had just run down his spine, though he could not confirm what its was from. The waters remained fine, and no creature was approaching him. He knew full well that his dry suit was intact, so it was clearly not the water that had sent that chill.

Again the diver looked around, expecting something to be approaching him. Instead he found the seas empty. It was at that moment that the problem occurred to him. There was nothing but water. Not a single fish in sight. Everywhere he aimed his flash light returned the same result. Every last fish had ducked out of the area.

Fearfully, the diver looked above him. There, he could still make out the shape of his ships hull. It was silhouetted against the clear sky, a dark patch against the moons light. The research continued to hold position, awaiting his return.

For the first time, a sound other than his breath leaving the mask reached his ears. It was a slow churning noise, like that of a propeller churning through the water. With a start he glanced back up to his ship, but it remained completely still.

Frantically, he looked around himself. He made a quick circle, checking first the surface around him, and then the waters immediately around him. Not a single object could be seen, yet still the ocean hummed with the sound propellers.

Final the diver looked below himself. Cast in light grey, was a single vessel, rising to greet him. Quickly, he swam to the side, as the submarine continued its ascent. The vessel narrowly missed him. Had the diver held out his hand, the metal racing past would have greeted him.

Awestruck, he watched as the new found vessel halted its ascent barely five meters from the surface. Powerless, he stared at the gleaming hull of the vessel. Unlike a military submarine, its hull was not cylindrical in shape. Instead, it was shaped almost like a knife blade. The submarine was over sixty meters in length, far longer than any research submarine.

Still dumb founded, the diver watched as a part of the ship's bow shifted positions slightly. A second later, two cylinders shot out, each leaving a trail of bubbles. The pair of torpedoes shot forward, both squarely impacting the hull of the the divers ship. The diver watched, shocked, as the hull began to split open, and less than a minute later, slip beneath the waves.

The submarine sat there for a moment, before descending back down. It halted its descent at the same depth as the diver, with the bow pointed squarely at him.

It was clear that it was a U-boat. There was no mistaking the fact. With a start, the diver watched as the hatch on the coning power opened. From within the U-boat, a single figure stepped forth. The figure was seemingly unaffected by the water pressure. Nor did he wear any sort of breathing equipment. It would have been point less for him to wear such equipment.

The lone figures uniform was in tatters, but it was clearly that of a kriegsmarine captain. On his head he wore his cap, and his chest still bore his medals. The captain however, was no more alive then his ship. His flesh had rotted away long ago. If one were to look closely, they would be able to see right through the spaces in his ribs. The captain looked at the diver with empty sockets that had once contained eyes.

Slowly, he raised one skeletal finger to point at the diver. The divers heart pounded in his chest, the sound drowning out that of the U-boat's propellers. Shaking his head, the captain pointed towards the surface. Looking up, the diver could make out the shape of a single life boat. The diver looked back, only to see the captain and his ship slowly descending. As the U-boat continued downwards, it became harder to see, before disappearing from view completely.

Still wearing a look of shock, the diver slowly made his way to the empty lifeboat. Below him, drifting through the depths, was the frame of a painting; part of the cargo the U-boat had been sworn to protect.

Lost cargo
This story started to bubble into my head while watching an episode of the anime 'black lagoon'. Kinda been struggling with getting ideas to connect lately, but I am glad I managed to squeeze this one out.

As always, constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated.
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Well. I think writers block is trying to set in, again. Its been fading in and out for the last little while, but its definitely trying to stick at this point.
If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to be clear sky's, prepare for the equivalent of being burned at the stake.

If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to be partly cloudy, bring shorts and a rain coat. You will need both.

If a weather man in southern Alberta says its going to rain heavily, be prepared for a snow storm and a hurricane to occur simultaneously.

This is southern Alberta weather in a nut shell.

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I occasionally write short stories, and post them if they survive through editing hell. I do occasionally write NSFW stories, though as it stands im keeping this account SFW only.

Besides short story writing, I also frequently work with 3D printers. Any outstanding models I create will also be posted here.

Otherwise, im your average high school student, albeit with a massive nerd factor.
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TiagoPorto Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2017
Thanks a lot for the fave and the comment.
Check out my reply.
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frozenwhitenorth Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
It was a very well made 3D piece. I was rather impressed.
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MercenaryBlade Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for faving my short story!
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frozenwhitenorth Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
It was well made. Reminded me of another short story actually "The Shepard".
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MercenaryBlade Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! Yeah I looked that story up and was surprised to find how close it resembled mine! I'd never even heard of it till now.
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frozenwhitenorth Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
There's a great rendition of that story done by CBC radio at Christmas every year. I would highly recommend  listening to it. It can be found on youtube.
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rudeboy308 Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017
Thanks for the fave.
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ebony-ghost Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017
You're very good at writing. I wish you luck in the future.
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frozenwhitenorth Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. I do try.
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Thanks for the +fav
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