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Literature
The painter
The first time I met the painter was in the spring. It had been windy all week before then, and with the winds had come a never ending cycle of warm evening, and frigid mornings. I kept trying to sink into my coat a little deeper as I headed to work.
I had been taking my usual route, taking the bus the majority of the way, before walking along the side of the highway to get to the office. That spring morning though, was the first time I saw her.
She was sitting there, on the hill next to the sidewalk, painting away. Every couple seconds, she would look up, appearing to check the area for references. Then she would look down again, working away at her art once more. I had never seen someone paint near here before, so I was very intrigued.
 “ What are you painting?” I asked her. She didn't stop with her art. The only indicator that she had heard me was in the form of a quick glance in my direction.
 “ Not much. I needed references.” She said.
I followed
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Mr. Walkins
The lights flickered again. They would never stay consistent, even for a moment. Occasionally, the light would go out completely for a few moments, plunging everything into a state of pure darkness. Other times, it seemed like the flickering had stopped, only for it to start again. Even when the light was on, I couldn't see anything besides what was directly under the lamp.
In front of me was a table. It was nothing special; a small, round, wooden dining area, the kind you might see in an old bar. My best guess was that it was oak, but I couldn't be sure. My chair  meanwhile felt aged, with it shifting on uneven legs after every movement. Still, the seat itself was fairly comfortable.
On the table, sat a single glass, filled with liquor. The longer I looked at the glass, the less certain I became about its contents. Absentmindedly, I picked up the glass, looking it over, as the ice cubes rattled against one another.
The lights briefly went out again, and I could have sworn I heard
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Literature
The Duelist Prequel
The door loomed ahead of me at the end of the pathway. It was buried in among the rest of the temple, but I knew the place well. Many battles had been waged on its grounds.
 “ Eight damn years, and only now he wants to see me?” I muttered, trying to contain a bit of anger. It was no use. Eight years,  and he had refused to see me once. All I had gotten were a few letters, and even they seemed mechanical, as though he was forcing himself to write them.
I stopped at the doorway. The second I walked through that doorway, there would be no turning back. He and I would be meeting face to face for the first time in years. Part of me wanted to believe that this visit would be kind, a sort of long awaited homecoming. Another part of me though that I should enter with my sword already drawn.
I took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. The sight I was greeted with was one of a small stone shelter, one that had somehow survived the countless battles that had been fo
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Literature
One shot
 “ Range is over three hundred.” I muttered to myself, shifting my aim slightly. Just as I said the words, I curled my finger around the trigger, letting the chambered round fly.
Watching through the scope, I saw the bullet impact and knock down a single german soldier. Quickly, the others scrambled to the sides of the road, with one moving the drag the fallen enemy back into cover.
From my perch, I could see much of the damaged town. A significant majority of the buildings had been damaged, with open walls that seemed reminiscent of rotting wounds. It was hard to tell if there was much left within the town. Easily half of it was destroyed, and yet, everyday, I would still wake up in the morning to the crackle of machine gun fire, or the echo of a tank's cannon.
I took, a moment, quickly cycling the weapons action, as I kept an eye on the general position that the germans had retreated to. I watched carefully, waiting to see if one would poke his head out. For the mome
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Literature
Lost cargo alternate ending
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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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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Literature
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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Dangerous Memories :iconfrozenwhitenorth:frozenwhitenorth 0 2
Literature
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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Literature
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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Literature
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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Literature
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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Beaker head petri dish bacteria art
So a quick explanation.
Over this past weekend (sept 16, 2017 to be precise) there was a local event called beaker head. The event is described as being a fusion of art and science. Which brings me to the picture.

I took this photo with my phone, so excuse the quality, but the picture there is interesting because its actually bacteria.

Genetically modified, glow in the dark, e coli to be precise.

Credit to the original creators of this piece, petri dish picasso, for the impressive work.
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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.

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I frequently 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 work with 3D printers. Any outstanding models I create will also be posted here.

Otherwise, im your average student, albeit with a massive nerd factor.
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Glinel Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Student Interface Designer
Thank you so much for the favourite on Pink I
It's very much appreciated!

BTS Kawaii Suga 

If you're interested in my work, check out my cosplay page @SharpAmethyst
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No problem.
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thank you for the fav, it means a lot to me ^^
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Your welcome.
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thank you for the large alpaca 
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Your welcome.
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choraki Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for faving my work! :)
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No problem. It was well deserved.
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Thank you very much :)
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It was a good piece.
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