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Old Scripts - Afterlife ConceptINT. OFFICE
NORMAN sits behind a desk - to one side is a window, from which traffic noises can be faintly heard - with a bored expression on his face. NORMAN reaches down and picks up a paper bag; opening it and removing a sandwich. NORMAN leans back and puts his feet on the table; hitting a switch. Swerving and crashing noises echo, but NORMAN doesn't notice this, and continues eating.
All of a sudden, NORMAN chokes; clutching at his throat, and falls off his chair and onto the floor. He briefly claws at the air, before falling limp.
After a second of nothing, the figure of NORMAN slowly fades into view - still choking, although he quickly stops and begins breathing normally. NORMAN looks around in confusion, and then looks forwards.
NORMAN's POV: A long line of people stretching towards a large pair of golden gates.
NORMAN's mouth falls open.
(This repeats faintly throughout the entire scene)
The line begins shifting forwards; people gr
Gift Art - Ddraigtanto: ClosureAUTHOR NOTE: The following story takes place several years after the events of "Unus Ad Alterum", by which point in time Ddraig and Alexander (Lord Greywater) have had a son; Elwynn. It should be envisioned as taking place in the middle of another story; one in which Malefor has made another attempt at world domination, and on a much larger scale than the last time, but has just been defeated by a large force of dragons in a lengthy battle. Schakri was present at this battle, and scuffled with Ddraig before being defeated along with Malefor. As a consequence of Malefor's defeat, Nightshade has been freed from his influence, and she has been brought to Avalaria Palace - Ddraig and Alexander's royal residence - to recover alongside the Avalarian Royal Family. When she retires to another chamber with Cynder and Spyro, Ddraig and Alexander return to their own rooms in an attempt to calm down after the stress of the day.
From her nest, Ddraig grumbled. It was late; moonlight streamed
Gift Art: Dragon Earth History Concept...due to a lack of historical records from this period, the exact circumstances of the establishment of the Duchy of Avalar are unknown, but an old Avalarian children's tale mentions a "Good King" who brought the dragons to safety in the valley. The species of the King is not traditionally addressed in the story, and many have assumed it referred to (NAME); the legendary builder of Warfang, but a new theory suggests that the King may have in fact been Rudolph II of Burgundy; the King of Arles, who supposedly granted the lands to a large group of dragons in return for their aid in uniting his realm in 933. Supporters of this theory propose that the name "Avalar" is a corruption of the term "Vallee Arelat" - literally, "Arles Valley" - which would suggest that humans were more involved than previously thought in the foundations of the modern Avalarian state.
In any case, the Duchy of Avalar was, from its founding, subservient to a larger state; initially the Kingdom of Arles, and then t
Skylanders - Analysis and Merger1.6 SKYLANDERS REVISITED
First of all, let's go over what we know about the characters of Spyro - or Skyro, as he is occasionally called by fans to differentiate him from the previous two incarnations - as he appears in Skylanders. What is known about this new Spyro? Despite being a wholly new character, his backstory contains elements of both of the series that predate Skylanders.
Spyro is said to be from a line of rare purple dragons - as in the Legend of Spyro series - and is stated as having been a hero from a young age; having gone on many adventures as a result - alluding to the Original Spyro games. This work eventually caught the eye of Master Eon, who transported Spyro to the Skylands to get him to join the forces with the Skylanders. At some point following this, Spyro eventually defeated Cynder and freed her from the control of Malefor; the Undead Dragon King - a reference to the plot of the first game in the Legend of Spyro series.
So what do we make of this? Despite the ma
The Beacon Doused - A Pern Fan-FicRukbat rose across the Northern Continent of Pern, illumating the mountains that surrounded the vast structure of Telgar Weyr. Inside, on a ledge on the north side of the Weyr Bowl, K'dan paced outside his weyr, too anxious to enter. He could hear the cries from the inner quarters all too well from where he stood, as they echoed off the stone walls of the weyr. Lurenth lay beside him, his eyes whirling red as he picked up on his rider's distress for his mate.
Footsteps behind him alerted K'dan to another's presence, and he turned to see the Weyrwoman ascending the steps to his weyr. Fiona had insisted that K'dan and Lorana be housed in a weyr near hers, which they had accepted, although K'dan had briefly protested when he had realised she intended for them to occupy one of the weyrs normally used by a junior queen. Fiona chuckled at him as she drew closer; seeing the look on his face. "Come now, K'dan," she began, patting his arm in a soothing way. "Be calm. This should be a joyous occ
101 Dalmatians Adaptation Unity TheoryFirst of all, let's look at the origins of the characters. The original novel doesn't detail how Mr. & Mrs. Dearly (Radcliffe in the Animated adaptation, which also gave us the names Roger and Anita) met, but the animated and live-action adaptations both show the Dalmatians bringing their owners together (although it is Pongo alone in the animated film). In the book, Mr. Dearly is rich as the result of (). In the animated adaptations, he is a musician. In the live-action adaptation and the animated TV series, he is a computer programmer. Mrs Dearly's occupation - if any - is only shown in the live-action version; where she works for Cruella DeVil as a fashion designer. The two are also joined by a "Nanny" - in the original books, there are two Nannies; Nanny Butler and Nanny Cook, who looked after both Dearlys in their youth, and now serve the jobs that their names entail. While not named in the animated adaptation, the Nanny of the live-action film is said to be Anita's Nanny; thus sh
The First Step - DraftMalefor scrutinised the glowing rock. He was, of course, fully aware of the inherent dangers of dark crystals; many times had Infernacus, the Fire Guardian, lectured him on their unstable nature. However, he had no choice. No other crystals were as powerful, and as long as he worked alone, he would need as much power as he could get, despite the vast concentration it took to ignore their foul temptations. He sighed. Not much longer now. He had escaped being corrupted by their dark influence thus far, and his plan was almost complete.
Malefor supposed he owed one thing to Ankine; if not for him, he wouldn't have realised his...destiny. His purpose. After Ankine had died, he had fled to Tall Plains, fearing he would be held responsible, and it was there he had seen the mysterious carvings. It had all become so clear to him. Why else would he be able to master Elements none had seen before? Why else had their never been anybody like him? They had told him; reminded him constantly througho
What Levitas Did Next - Draft"Look, Levitas, look who's here."
"Yes, I am here. You have been very brave."
The small dragon looked around his clearing in confusion. Night had fallen, and the stars were out. He had only meant to rest his head for a short moment, but he must have fallen asleep, for his captain and all the others had left and he was now alone.
Levitas slowly got to his feet, not wishing to worsen the injuries he'd received from the French dragons. Oddly, his chest no longer hurt and his body wasn't aching. Perhaps he was well again? He craned his head back to examine his wounds, and rumbled in surprise. There was no sign of the bandages, and the great gashes that had marred his hide were gone! He nosed at his side in confusion. There wasn't even a scar.
Levitas supposed that the nice man who came to clean him each night had removed the bandages while he slept - and his harness, which he now realised was also gone - but that didn't explain how he had healed so quickl
Spyro Elemental Analysis DraftIn the Legend Of Spyro series, we are told that there are only four types of Dragons, plus the occasional rare Purple Dragon. Each of these types is attuned to a specific "Element" which is reflected throughout their body structure. In addition to this, these Elements are represented through a series of symbols; some abstract, some simple.
Over time, it becomes clear that many more "Elements" exist than the ones commanded by the four dragon types and the Purple Dragons; some people have attempted to design different Dragon types based off various unusual Elements encountered in the series, and some even from outside the series.
While the lack of information towards it in-game suggests that there are no more types of Dragon than those actively identified in the game series, it cannot hurt to imagine potential other Elements and types, and hypothetical designs for these can be easily imagined by examining the information that already is available to us, such as how the Elements express t
Chronicle of a Past WinterThere has been only a few moments in my life where I have truly felt alive. The following bit of writing is a small chronicle detailing one of those events:
Four years ago this December, I was a very different person than the person who sits here writing this today. I was 16 and a junior at a local high school. I was skinny as a twig after lots of weight in during the previous year.
The year had been up and down. I had fallen in and out of love with a girl who was more confusing than a rubik's cube. A month after our break up, I lost my grandpa. He had always been an inspiration to me and he had always shown me how powerful knowledge really can be. I want to be the kind of man he was and I will never forget the impact he had on my life. Somehow in all of it I managed to stay sane and grind my way through day-by-day and month-by-month.
The first four months of school flew by fast. My Chinese improved rapidly as I took up as a teacher's assistant with my Chinese teacher. I was att
a small tidbit of a personal pieceprompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.
I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.
The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.
Sometimes it's sil
The SunflowerMy grandpa had a garden
It was the most magical thing I had ever known
And is probably the reason I love nature so much now
When I was little, he would take me outside to his fields, where rows of beautiful flowers, plump tomatoes, and so much more were planted in straight rows. Behind that was a green patch where an Indian tribe had made their home for what seemed like a very, very long time. We found arrow heads scattered almost everywhere, and even the occasional bone or two. Nearly all of my childhood memories resided in his yard. Well, either there or his kitchen. But thats a different story
I remember going to the store with him, hand in hand. We picked out seeds for the years crops. He would get the seeds packs he needed, and I got the seeds packs that had pictures I didn't know, because "I wanted to see every plant that ever existed." My words exactly. My grandpa would laugh and tell me there was way to many plants for that kind of dream, but I still wanted to try. I had always
Bawling BrawlYou're a bully. A pathetic nuisance like any other.
From an early age, you slammed me down,
and I didn't even realize that it was you doing it.
You were subtle and I wasn't being strong because I didn't have a reason to be.
I got sick of you fast. I refused you.
You don't deserve to be a part of my life.
And you think I'll forgive you?
No matter how many times you ask,
plead, beg, cry, whine, scream, and yell,
you will never be a part of me because
I am stronger than you,
I am wiser than you, and
I can play your game.
You want to kill me.
You hate me. Now?
I hate you.
I want you dead.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.
I want you dead.
PancakesMy grandpa was a cook in the navy
Every morning when I was over, he would make me MnM pancakes from scratch. Yeah, they always got a little burnt, but that was fine. While he cooked, he told me stories of his days in the navy. I would sit on a little chair next to the griddle he used to make the pancakes, listening intently and eating the leftover MnMs. Every story made my laugh, and he would laugh with me. He could make every situation seem funny, and thats one thing I admired about him; he loved to make people laugh and did it easily. Then he would get the pancakes off the griddle and put them on my plate, pouring syrup on each one to look like a smiley face. He would watch me eat, asking how they tasted after each bite to make me giggle. After I was done, he lifted me up so I could reach the sink, washing the syrup off my face and off my plate. We then walked out to the garden, bringing the same little chair so I could watch him work. This went on for years.
But then my grandpa star
How did i get here? A Short Bio by MeHello, reader. So how was your search through DeviantART fueled by boredom and inspiration coming along. Well if you have a minute, i want to share something to you. If you don't have the time or just want to do something else, i understand completely. I’m always use to that for many years. So How Did I Get Here? Here’s part of my life story that i hope you might learn something from it.
So it all began with me as a baby knocking my head on a corner of table, leaving a strange mark on my head just like Harry Potter. It it was not magic like you read or seen on TV or in books. It’s like magic but it was Creativity that was sparked. Since then, i never stopped drawing or having fun with junk and clutter. From kindergarten to elementary school, i love drawing and creating things that came from my heart and soul. Some things that i encounter became so precious to me that i just kept it to me forever.
But there are some things in life that i’m not proud of. Creativit
I am meI am me. I am a girl with an adventurers heart, but I like being indoors. I am a girl that loves attention and always wants to be on stage. I am a strong person, but people beat me down. I am kind hearted, and always ready to help. I am a girl with pain, but I always smile. I am a girl that cries, and tries to be strong. I am a person who loves to listen to stories, but hates to read. I am random, but I make sense.
I am me for real. I may be random and weird but people love me for that. I may be weak, but my heart holds me as strong. I do feel pain but I get over it. I love adventure stories. I love helping people in need.
I am me and I am proud.
Best before"...continuerai a farti scegliere
o finalmente sceglierai."
Si chiudono gli occhi. Il sonno li accompagna. Gli amanti vogliono esserlo in eterno. Sanno che del loro sesso, che di quel sudato piacere, di tutte le carezze, dei tanti baci che non si contano perché senz'abitudine, di ogni sguardo complice e perverso nell'odiarsi prima di ritornare a cavalcare abbracciati, sanno che tutto questo, che tutto il loro esserci stati sparirà. Non sarà storia che si insegna la loro; a nessuno servirà; se ne dimenticheranno anche coloro che invidiarono il loro riuscire a non separarsi nonostante tutta la vita degli altri li schiacciasse, e loro proprio per questo ancora più stretti l'uno all'altra. La vecchiaia, se non prima, pareva l'unica. Ma il pericolo del divenire anziani è tremendo: non riconoscersi, non riconoscersi più. Si è sempre in tempo; levarsi di mezzo, lasciare spazio ad altri affinché litighino senza passione e soprattutto s
FourI am four hours old.
"Ma´am, there´s a shadow over your child´s crib, closer than usual. We told him to leave, but he didn´t."
I am four days old.
"Ma´am, the shadow did something. We don´t know what it was, but you´d better leave. It´s not a pretty sight."
I am four weeks old.
The shadow backed off. But I always know that he is still - somewhere. I even like him, in a way. He is special.
I am four years old.
The shadow came to the house when I wasn´t there. And now everyone is crying. He took my Papa. That´s not fair. Why him? Wasn´t it me he was waiting for?
I am fourteen years old.
I had forgotten about the shadow, but suddenly I remember him. I call for him. We need to talk. I wish I had something sensible to say.
I am twenty-four years old.
The shadow came to me to talk; he even brought his friend. Or mine, I don´t know. But talking to the shadow knocks me out regardless.
Now I´m about to leave behind thirty-f
Lecture Hall Bingo01.02.03.04.05
1. Actually Useful Information
2. Someone Eating/Drinking
4. Noise Interference (From Both Microphone Or Neighbouring Room)
5. Next Lecture's Students Waiting In Room
6. Person Reading Newspaper
7. Person Taking Less Notes Than You
8. Person Taking More Notes Than You
9. Lecturer's Computer Malfunctions
10. Person Actually Enjoying Themselves
11. Person Using Computer Or Internet To Muck Around
12. Anything Of Note Not Listed Here
13. Free Space
14. Lecturer Repeats Information
15. Loud Noise As Somebody Drops Their Stationary
16. Anything Listed Here, But Done In Full View Of The Lecturer/In The First Three Rows
17. Sleeping Person
18. Rumbling Noise As Everyone Packs Bags Before Lecture Ends
19. Person Who Didn't Come Back After Lecture Break
20. Coughing/Sneezing Person
21. Somebody's Cellphone Goes Off
22. Problems With The Lights
23. Two People Talking During Lecture
24. Person Gets Up During L
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