Gallery
Mixed Media and Collage
389 deviations
Sculptures, Artisan Crafts and Assemblage
150 deviations
Traditional Print and Scratchboard
32 deviations
Nature, Wildlife and Landscape Photography
1074 deviations
Abstract, Surreal and Conceptual Photography
194 deviations
People and Portrait Photography
184 deviations
Still Life Photography
92 deviations
Photojournalism and Street Photography
122 deviations
Architecture, Urban and Rural Photography
253 deviations
Literature
god, in heaving
crawling out of eden i bled on the flora, hands reddened as embarrassment, laments from gomorrah stabbed deeper. i stumbled through desert and river, ran frantic through traffic, tripped over left litter right into abaddon. teeth chipped on the pavement. damned limbs won’t stop shaking, snapped chest in the basement exposed. when i suffer i know i deserve it; stand over my body, my failure is worship.
Poetry
368 deviations
Literature
FFM Challenge - Portaging
“I was two, maybe three when he stuck a paddle in my hands. I wasn’t big enough to row a toy canoe, but that was my temal for ya. Always pushin’. So I grew up on creeks. Slow ones at first, where the current couldn’t sweep me away. Then big fast ones. Ain’t a creek in this rainforest that I ain’t had a paddle in.
“Portaging, that was the funny part. We had this little dugout canoe for the two of us, temal and son. He’d carry it upside-down over his head from one creek to the next. I always got a kick outta that. He was real tall, my temal, and with a canoe on his head he looked like this huge
Prose - Flash fiction and shorter work
39 deviations
Literature
A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 1
A Shattered Realms story
Kraelia restlessly stirred herself awake, growling as the throbbing soreness in her wings ached in protest to the sudden movement. Like a nimble feline, she stretched her fore and hind legs, purring as a cold wave of relief washed over her tender limbs. She blinked away the bothersome sleep still blurring her vision, and noticed that night had risen outside the mouth of the cave, blanketing the sky in pure midnight velvet. Her calm, cerulean-blue eyes then lazily drifted towards the cave's other occupant. He was a man, clad head to toe in layers of dark cloth and black leather armor. His face, utterly obscured undern
Prose - Short stories and novellas
34 deviations
JESUS, MARY and JOSEPH!!!
It's been ELEVEN years on this site. That makes me old. At least eleven, anyway. :bucktooth: This will likely be my last year here, however, considering there is a completely sonofa@#$%@ taking office in :faint: and he makes me so aroused just thinking about him I am sure that my body won't be able to take it. It's true.
~moistplz1 (https://www.deviantart.com/moistplz1):iconmoistplz2::iconmoistplz3:
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Fack.
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srylyfuckthatguyandalsofromnowonthewordmuricandoesntbelongtomeboohoo. because we all know I was so proud of that before all of this shit happened. :rofl:
Articles and Journals
52 deviations
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