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The Prophecy of The ForbiddenPrologue
A scream pierced the night air. A young man growled and turned, looking around. "Carol!" His voice was deep and held only a slight hint of worry. "Where are you?" He heard a muffled cry as Carol tried to say something, but her voice was cut off. It made it harder for him to locate her.
"Damn it." He strode off in the direction he believed the scream to have come from.
His worry wasn't for Carol, not at all. The minor amount of concern he felt was for his child; Carol was merely a tool. She was almost due, the reason for his uneasiness and focus on finding her. If anything were to happen, it would not be good.
Another scream pierced the silence, followed by a cry for help. His eyes narrowed and he looked around, more urgently than before. It was Carol; he could easily recognize her voice. He had learned to do so after spending much time with her, to earn her trust. However, the fool hadn't known what she was getting into.
"Damien," she cried from a distance. "P-Please help!"
Fitting Right In
A male. I still can't believe it.
Ironic, really. Personally I think I've adapted fairly well to this new world where humans rule, the Underdark does not exist, strange gods lurk quietly in the background, and magic has been superseded by incredible science and technology. Hells above, I'm even using a PC to type these musings up.
And yet I simply cannot believe that the most powerful person in this world and the bearer of my goddess' mark is... a man. Who thought one could be so capable?
Poor old Priestess Allythus. She simply wouldn't be able to comprehend this place. Just the thought of a world where Lolth held no sway would make her tie someone down and whip them until she was damp in the leggings before she calmed down.
I almost miss the sadistic old bitch. Almost.
The hag always thought I was her pet, her trained attack lizard to be kept chained up until it was time to unleash it on the bitch's enemies. A loyal slave...
She forgot something: I am drow. We do not submit. We
Supernatural Tales ContestTHE CONTESTSupernatural Tales Contest by ArchArad
The ever useful Wikipedia defines the Supernatural as: anything unexplainable by natural law or phenomena.
From vampires to prophets, angels to ghosts, I invite you to entertain me with your tales of monsters, miracles and more.
THEME: The Supernatural
MEDIUM: Literature (Prose)
CLOSING DATE: 31st August 2010 (provisionally)
Only Prose entries please.
The word limit is 3000 words.
Limit of two entries per deviant.
Entries must have been submitted to your gallery between 27 June and 31 August 2010.
HOW TO ENTER
When your piece is ready note ArchArad with thumbnail link to your entry. In the subject line write Supernatural Entry.
Prize donations are very welcome and will be accepted as
Innovation for WritersThere have always been a lot of writers on deviantART begging for more recognition. It's understandable that literature is given a lower priority: as I'm writing this, there are 3,280 "Writers" online, which compared to the 10,671 "Artists" is a relatively small community. So all of us writers whine about how we never get "the attention that we deserve." There are plenty of stamps declaring, "Writers are artists too!" and all that sort of thing. But we never really get anywhere.Innovation for Writers by jonathoncomfortreed
Well let's get serious, people.
deviantART easily has the most impressive coding I've ever seen. And the latest updates of the message centre, notes and v7 were stunning. So much is possible; it's time to give writers the edge.
When deviantART's Portfolio feature was released, it stated:
"Some people ask if Portfolio supports Literature, Film or Flash Animations. Unfortunately these formats are not yet supported, but we are working hard to make sure to support these media in the future with presentation formats