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PE: Interview With DD SuggestersDaily Deviation Week
FAQ #18: Who selects Daily Deviations and how are they chosen?
Bounder and the Time Lord prologueIn the British county of Wiltshire in the year 1994, a tree materialized in the forest of Widbrook Wood in the North of the county town of Trowbridge and the South East of the town of Bradford on Avon. But this tree was no ordinary tree; it was the SIDRAT and further proof that this was no ordinary tree was shown when two figures in the form of the Surgeon and Amanda Mycroft stepped out of it.
"Where are we, Surgeon?" asked Amanda
"Back in Britain, Amanda. At what a good year it is too: 1994. Five years ago, the Cold War ended, the Berlin Wall fell, wars ended and the Soviet Union fell..." the Surgeon replied as he and Amanda explored the beautiful scenery. But there was one aspect which concerned Amanda because while granted, 1994 was a good year in the history of mankind it was also a bad one if you lived in Africa...
"Isn't this the time of the Rwandan Genocide, Surgeon?" asked Amanda
"Yes, but we've arrived much earlier than when it was intended to be. The genocide occurred in Apri
Footsteps In The Snow...
Footsteps in The Snow
( Interlude 2/4 )
The night snow fell softly past the streetlight gently drifting downward toward the ground. The large puffy flakes absorbing all sound and adding a surreal mystical ambiance to everything they touch. Already they had built up slightly more than 4 inches upon the previous white blanket that winter's seeming unending months had previously deposited.
The hush lay unbroken against the blanketed cars huddled along one side of the streets in hibernation awaiting the dawn. Occasional faint unfocused light glowed diffusely from hidden homes and unseeing windows. The late hour, snowfall and the biting cold having long since removed all trace of any people who now lay snuggled beneath thick warm blankets under the spell of Morpheus.
Shadows deny all color in this black, gray and white world ever sifting under February's drifting breath.
Daphne Wilde stands in the middle of the road with her hands in her pockets.
No tracks lead to her. No n
Levi x Reader - Carving You(AU Note: For maximum effect, listen to this)
Today was the day.
The day for spring cleaning.
You tied a cloth around your mouth and flung open all the windows of your small house. Although you hated cleaning, “The God of Cleanliness” would not be happy to come back to such filth. That was the name you had christened your husband, Levi Ackerman.
After you were done with the main parts of the house, you took your cleaning supplies and descended the stairs leading to the basement. You fumbled for the light switch and threw it on. The lightbulb flickered for a short instant and then threw light upon the multiple wood carvings that were neatly arranged on shelves.
It was amazing what Levi could do with sharp things; kill titans, chop onions, and… whittle wood. When the two of you were younger and still living in those godforsaken slums, he would carve miniature objects in his spare time. You li
Her Fault (RicHovan (Genderbent)(A/N: Yes, this is that story I wrote yesterday evening and which I spent an hour on or so. But anyway, please, don't add this to Favourites and don't comment BEFORE you read the whole story)
Romance. Such a useless thing made for naive girls with their heads still in clouds. That silly bittersweetness and ridiculous dreams about a prince on a white pegasus or unicorn could only make him shudder and cringe with disgust. Whether that was a typical male hatred towards romantic attitude or just a plain envy of him being far from that ideal of a prince, no one could state that firmly, only assuming, just hesitating denying one opinion to accept another. The name of Yury Khovansky was known well enough among other common people like him - a ranter, maybe even a nihilist for somebody, not the one used to hiding his passionate hatred towards anything irritating him, including those girly romantic dreams he could never understand, although there could never be a person found to know a real rea
My name is Genesis and I am a digital artist from Germany and currently I am living in Spain who creates worlds of magic and fantasy between the fusion of emotional feelings and dreams. All my creations are related to other universes or parallel realities.