ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
My soul is stricken with fear as red soaks into my shirt. Sticky fluids I should never feel on my skin run down my stomach. That beast that wounded me so stares at me with those eyes. Those eyes. So lifeless yet so terrifying. Red and cold they fill my being with regret. I should have been more careful eating a pomegranate. Now the stain will never get out of my shirt.
Literature
The Last Bastion: Act 1 Chapter 1 Part 1
“Mom, I want to be a commander in the navy one day!” said a very determined and energetic young girl by the name of Grace C. Nimitz.
“Now, now sweetheart, we’ve discussed this. The navy is just useless. There’s nowhere to explore, and nowhere to travel. There are no enemies left.”, her mother reminded her.
“What about Earth? We needa find that, right? Isn’t humanity’s future on Earth?” Grace said in rhetort.
“Earth?,” Grace’s mother laughed gently, let out a faint sigh, and added, “You know there’s no such thing as Earth. It’s just a fairy tale.
Literature
Field Trip
Stella had never been on a field trip before. Nothing fun like that ever happened at P.S. 103. Most days Stella’s school tablet sat untouched on her desk as she stared out the window, watching the usual red dust tumble over the horizon. But as she walked into class, she noticed a strange lady standing where Ms. Juno was supposed to be. This lady had a tight smile and looked funny. Not ugly or anything. Just too fancy for a Martian school in the boonies. More like a Starship Lady.
Somewhere, out there, the Starship Colonies are living it up, her mother would say during dinner. Once they find a patch of heaven, they’ll sett
Literature
Little Brother
It was her daily routine. She loved getting to the hangar early enough to make use of the light of the rising sun as she carefully polished and checked over her mecha. A couple of screws appeared to be working their way out from joints in the left arm, and she dutifully tightened them up. Once everything appeared ready, she keyed a command into the remote and the mecha started moving out of the hangar. She found it much easier to get to the cockpit when she had more room.
The mecha walked forward sluggishly, and she inspected the feet and legs more closely. The worn light blue blanket hanging over the bolts in the right knee caught her atten
Suggested Collections
Again, grasping for straws of inspiration. This time it was my sister who gave the random word: "Pomegranate." I pondered for a minute and came up with the idea for this. Seems I'm just rapid-firing ideas today!
© 2017 - 2024 TheLoneOmega
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Pffffff hahahaha! That's a pretty fine straw you're grasping. 