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The Shock Never Bothered Me AnywayIt's overcast in the sky tonight
Only storm clouds can be seen
A tempest's initiation
And it looks like I'm its Queen
The thunder rumbles like this raging storm inside
Cannot contain my
Energy, I've tried
Yes, that's me
Lightning bolt girl, pure electricity
Conceal the zeal
Please don't explode
Into zapping mode
Let it show, let it show
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it show, let it show
Make them all scramble indoors
I don't care
where I strike today
Let the storm rage on
The shock never bothered me anyway
It's funny how white zig-zags
Make the sky light up at night
Oh, those flashes forked in the dark
Glow with raw voltage might
It's time to see what I can do
Shock the world and blast my way through
Let it show, let it show
I just roll with the wind and sky
Let it show, let it show
You'll see me electrify
Here I soar
And here I strike
Let the storm rage on
My power surges through the air and zaps the ground
My soul is energizing 'lect
Michael and James: Energy Harvesters - PrologueMICHAEL AND JAMES: ENERGY HARVESTERS!!
It was late at night in a big city. A figure in a yellow Poison Control hazmat suit ran swiftly down the street to a large building where many Poison Control vans were parked behind a fence of barbed wire. Once inside the building, he knocked on a door that read "Chief".
"Come in," a slightly irritated, elderly female voice spoke.
The figure in the yellow suit entered the office with a folder of papers. He laid them down on the desk. The woman seated at the desk switched on her Luxo lamp, and began looking through the papers, which contained some very advanced-looking schematics.
"What is this? Your free time doodling?!" the woman growled.
"No, chief," the man in the yellow suit replied, "I was able to retrieve these schematics from the desk of the dispatch manager for Energy Floor F over at M. Energy Incorporated. Apparently, he has mysteriously vanished and was last seen
Define: PizzaOne day, in the year AD 2805, a large vacation vessel known as the Postulate sailed through the star-studded seas of the cosmos. In the command bridge, a portly man named Captain Boris McCrea sat in a hovering recliner, and held a small clump of dirt in his hand. He had obtained that dirt from a handshake with a strange garbage collector who had been in the captain's quarters a little earlier. McCrea moved his chair over the blue floor lane that led to the ship's computer.
"Analyze," McCrea ordered the computer.
McCrea put the soil into a holographic scan pad. The substance was suspended by an anti-gravity function in the device.
"Analysis: Poop," the computer announced, "Substance is a three-phase system composed of various combinations of naturally derived solids. Subject is most commonly referred to as: soil, dirt, or earth."
Earth. That word. Something about it has caught McCrea's attention more than any other word he had ever heard in his entire lifetime.
"Huh?" McCrea was
AirHeads: Book 1 Ch. 2
Chapter Two: Fish Fingers and Custard
Kanda stood outside her igloo home, handing some fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookies to the little children in the village. Another elder, a man named Cornelius, stood looking out across the vast ice sheets surrounding Dasani. All of a sudden, he heard loud voices calling out from a far distance.
"Kanda Vodastrovsky!" began Cornelius, "Are those your grandkids?"
Kanda walked over to a telescope. She squinted her eyes, and through that tiny lens, saw the image of Katarina and Sven, carrying an unconscious boy on their backs, along with the fish from their trip. Also, an unusually large buffalo seemed to follow them.
"That's them!" Kanda exclaimed.
The two shivering children arrived with their new discovery. They appeared desperate and distressed.
"Granny," began Sven, "We need to see Cornelius."
AirHeads: Book 1 Ch. 1
Chapter One: A Laboratory with a Button
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
It was another boring day in the village of Dasani, a village 100 miles south of hopeless and ¼ of a degree north of freezing to death. A girl woke up from a sleeping bag, and snoozed her alarm clock. A boy who looked older than her was still snoring in his sleeping bag. An old lady in a parka was outside an igloo flipping some pancakes on a cast iron pan.
"Kat! Sven! I made crepes!" announced the old lady.
The girl, Katarina Hansenshiver, stepped out of the igloo, dressed in a parka, jeans, fur boots, mittens, and even a horned helmet.
"That's great Granny," began Katarina, "Sven is still sleeping, however. We actually plan to set out on a fishing trip today."
"Well, you better get you sleepy-headed brother up n' at 'em if you want the best catch of the day," answered Kanda, th
Star Vacation: Chapter 19Chapter Nineteen: A Fresh Start
All the cheering and joy over the plant ceased in an instant. Evelyn stood on that platform in horror as she saw what had happened to Wallace. The garbage collector tumbled out from under the machine, lifeless and weak. His glasses were damaged, his clothes torn, blood stains streaming from his head, down onto his body. Evelyn knelt down beside him, gazing upon his cuts and gashes. He was breathing heavily, his pulse was beating irregularly, and dried tears mingled with blood had stained his face and clothes. Wallace trembled as he struggled to take hold of Evelyn's arm.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Evelyn tenderly cradled Wallace in her arms, "The Co-pilot has been defeated. We'll be home soon."
The passengers bowed their heads in respect to Wallace. Mo lowered his Swiffer Wet Jet, Bissell set down his vacuum, Partlet buried her face, Vince set down his painting tools, Shiatsu took a bow o
Star Vacation: Chapter 18Chapter Eighteen: The Battle of the Lido Deck
In the service halls, Shiatsu stood over a heap of Stormtroopers, looking at the ceiling victoriously.
"Ha!" Shiatsu exclaimed while breathing heavily and raising one arm into the air, "I defeated them all! I am victorious!"
"Let's go!" Evelyn reminded the crewmembers of the urgency at hand, "We've got to get to the lido deck ASAP."
Evelyn, still cradling Wallace in her arms, kicked her hover-boots together in order to activate them, and she flew straight through the hallway and into the economy deck. Mo led Reject Force Seven after them; unfortunately, they could not catch up to Evelyn as fast.
"We're gonna need to run as swiftly as we can," Mo told the group, "Ok, ready? One, two, three "
"CHARGE!" yelled the Rejects. The group stammered haphazardly through the economy deck. However, when they got to the
Star Vacation: Chapter 17Chapter Seventeen: The Race to the Holo-Detector
Up in the main service halls, the Postulate Stormtroopers were on the move, patrolling the halls as they continued their search for the runaway rejects from the incident in the I.C.U. earlier that day. As one trooper followed a red-lit police lane on the floor of the service halls, a trail of yellow paint immediately caught his attention.
"This is so very, very, wrong," the Stormtrooper told himself. The trail led into a storage compartment on the left wall of the corridor. However, as he was about to open the closet, another Stormtrooper stooped by.
"TK-421, why aren't you at your post?!" asked the first Stormtrooper.
"I'm actually after the runaway patients from the I.C.U.," answered the second Stormtrooper.
"Sorry about that," apologized the first trooper, "Continue."
After the other Stormtrooper left, the first trooper opened the closet to find Vince Lichtenstein, the painter from the I.C.U., cowering in fear, trying to
Star Vacation: Chapter SixteenChapter Sixteen: "What an Incredible Smell We've Discovered "
"What is this place? And why does it reek of pestilence?!"
Evelyn lay on a pile of trash. She slowly opened her eyes, only to discover that she was in the Postulate's garbage bay.
"Oh great," Evelyn mumbled to herself, "Now how am I going to get out of thishey, why do I feel so funny?"
Evelyn looked down at her body, and discovered rats crawling over her. Her eyes grew wide, and she let out a loud shriek.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Get off of me!" Evelyn pushed the pests off her, and then stood up, "Ok, now to find Wallace. Wallace, Wallace? Where are you?"
"Here I am," a voice called out.
"Wallace!" Evelyn ran over to him, "We have to get out of here, but we don't know how."
"I have you now, foreign contamina
Lifestyles With Minerva Mink Episode 12The following episode of Lifestyles With MINERVA MINK(R) is rated....
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MINERVA'S BOYFRIEND RETURNS
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At the STARSTRIP joint, lots of male customers going ga ga for the most
attractive winning champ for defeating the most unstoppable kickboxer
ever around the planet.
HARVEY: THERE SHE IS, GENTLEMEN!
THE GRAND KICKBOXING CHAMPION IN THE WHOLE WIDE FRIGGING WORLD!
(got her championship belt while wearing her sexy b
Mpreg Dating and Ed's JulietteWe returned to curriculums after a week of absence, catching up on all the missing school work took its toll on each of us. As did the love in the air. During the lectures and after class, all I could think about was Rebecca Fannigan. She sat a row down from me and eight chairs to the right, and at times I would catch her peeking over her shoulder and pursing her gentle lips at me in a smile. Her almost black chestnut hair was always perfectly curled and her green eyes lit up my heart like the green flash at the end of a sunset. An angel in my eyes.
I know it sounds cliché, only such a vixen would never take to the likes of me: a shaggy blonde with nothing but a faux arm, child support, and a guardian to my name.
So I went to my last resort for asking advice.
"Yeah, she's in one our of classes actually." I explained to Taylor as we cleaned up from earliers lab, stuffing the rest of the scopes into cabinets.
"So, ask her out." He shrugged, a quick tone in his voice.
The Stori of Hte Saroti Koeiji CH6FINALSO satori swas trapped in thte bosx of invisble while eren and reaise n make weed.
"Youll ne veeer get awya wit ht his eren jaegar!" sadi stori/
"Hh aHA HAH HAhh aHHA hh a AHA Hhah fuck you we aleady have u lil bitch" said eren
Sato ri pulled out a nohter spleencard and ryelled "RECOLLECTION-MASTER SPORK" AND BROke throug h the invsble cage and she were free!!!!!!!
Stroi and eren wre face to face (resin ran aywa becas ue she sa little bitch) in a mandrake batte!
After stori complte her master spork spleencard, eren pulled out a specclard and shouted "GALAXY IN A POT". Th en satori was surdongded by pentragrm (ILLUMINATI!!!11!!) tihgnis which barfed colrful raindbow potatoes and hda homing snowballl bulets. Stori dodeged them bu t eve nrtually go th it by a starayy buller!! Stary was kaknockered to teh ground the n pinned down bdy eeirring.
"STORI YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR RIME" said eren
"Orly?" sad satori
AND THEN AT THAT MOMETN UTSUSHO MOTHERUFUCKING REIUJI SPLEENED THO
Life At Ponderosa: Survivor CriticA green jeep pulls up to the front doors of the mansion. The driver gets out and let Survivor Critic out who just walks away to the mansion.
“Doesn't anyone ever say thanks?” The driver complained before leaving.
“I don't believe this was an accurate elimination.” Critic explains. “Obviously the producers were rigging to fully eliminate me because I would of won in the end.”
“Well, well, well.” Frost says standing in the kitchen. “Someone obviously should of kept me.”
“Please I only did what was right for my game.” Critic returned back. “If I was going to win, I had to eliminate you.”
“Yet you still went home after me.” Frost smirked at him.
“Who got the higher placement?” Critic smiled at her.
“He's obviously trying to piss me off.” Frost growled at the camera. “I'm not falling for it, he’s out, he won't be winning the prize so I'm happy now.
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 15“Oooooh, Oooooh, Radioactive! Radioactive!” I sing loudly, as the water beats down on my exposed back. I stand beneath the midget shower I installed myself on the second floor of my bookshelf. It isn’t flash, like a real shower, but it serves its purpose. Mum and I cut up one of those flour sifters and strung it up to resemble a showerhead. All I have to do is pour water into the bucket suspended overhead and presto! You’ve got yourself a fully functioning mini-shower! “I raise my flag, and don my clothes… it’s a revolution I suppose…” I continue to sing, whilst lathering soap over my tanned skin and feeling the warm water rinse it off. Droplets run down my hair ant the sides of my face. “We’re painted re-“
“Will you shut up, bro?” A voice yells over my singing. I wince slightly at its amplitude, having no ear protection on at the moment, but it doesn’t bother me too much.
“You sing in the s
PP: TAN Chapter 3None of Mrs. Bennet’s well honed skills—her blunt, forceful inquiries; her belligerent, incessant badgering; her wild and baseless suppositions—drew any favorable response from her husband as to Mr. Bingley’s alluring wealth . . . of personality . . . and character. Of course. In lieu of answering, Mr. Bennet would simply lick a finger and turn the page of whatever piece of literature occupied him at the time, a practice he employed, much to the bewilderment of his wife, even when not in possession of a book; and so she contrived to gather her information through the time-honoured means preferred by all proper civilizations: Gossip, which Lady Lucas gladly gave, as it made an otherwise ignorable character somewhat pertinent to the narrative at hand, if only briefly. Lady Lucas declared Mr. Bingley to be excessively agreeable—young, handsome, well endowed . . . with a bounty of riches . . . and of highest import, to be attending Hertfordsh
Drex The Leptolapsus - Murder and MadnessDrex The Leptolapsus
Murder and Madness
Chickens cried out in terror as I pounced for glory! Wings flapped and feathers littered the air inside the coop! As they made a break for their escape, I chased them in hot pursuit, ecstatic with the thrill of the hunt.
Suddenly, from outside, the farmer's door clattered open and the voice of a strong, brawny man shouted, “Girls! What's gotten into you!”
Farmer Brom hurried to the entrance of the chicken coop, leaning back in shock once he saw my sleazy form pounce on the last chicken out—my face ripe with glee as I felt my paws pin the bird to the ground!
“You!” Brom exclaimed!
I peered up sheepishly up at Farmer Brom.
“How the devil did you get past my traps!” the brawny farmer hollered. “I laid em out especially for you! Get off of that chicken!”
He was an intimating human being, so naturally I scuffled back a bit, le
Digital Mess 2 Chapter 32Scheda X
Rebeccah "Rebecca" Hitomi
Digicard: Agumon's Triple Baby Flame
Digivice: A lavender fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: DigiDestined
Attire: A pink shirt, a blue jacket, skinny blue jeans, a purple belt for her digivice, a purple flora mini pouch around her neck, and purple boots.
Appearance: Purple hair and eyes
Talice "Alice" Alicia
Attire: A blue scarf, a red-orange dress, black leggings that touches her knees, an orange balloon pattern mini pouch around her neck, an orange belt for her digivice, and orange sneakers.
Digicard: Guilmon's Rock 'n' Roll Breaker
Digivice: An orange fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: Digidestined
Appearance: Blond hair w
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 4It isn’t hard to notice that the blonde haired kid in front of me is both annoyed and freaked at the same time. His mouth hangs agape, like someone’s decided that it would be funny to unhinge his jaw. I’m tempted to roll me eyes at him, but that wasn’t going to be the best strategy for making friends. Man, I wish he’s stop staring, though. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” I pull off a cheeky grin at… Thomas? Yeah, I think that’s what he said his name was. In seconds, he’s tensed up, causing my smile to fade a little. Why can’t he just act natural? When he doesn’t make a move to reply, I sigh under my breath and pick myself up from the checked pencil case to inspect his drawing, which is a rough sketch of a teenage girl. The way he’s captured her doll shaped face and outlined the detail in her flowing hair astonishes me.
“You’re good.” I comment as I stand beside the thick sketchbook. S
Book One: Ballet - Prologue
There is a planet on the other side of the Milky Way, which is just like our world. They have nations, varied cultures, diverse languages, and unique ways of life. This planet is named "Wuting", which here on planet Earth, is the Chinese word for "Ballroom". And true to its namesake, there are four basic styles of dance on this world: Ballet, Swing, Latin, and Hip-Hop.
So, in other words, this is a planet that celebrates ballroom dancing. Cool, don't you think?
And to start you off, here's your passport to this wonderful planet:
The Polar Ice Caps are populated. The North is named "Aquafina" and the South is named "Dasani". Their cultures are French-based and Norse-based, respectively.. Some points of interest: Monsieur Pierre's Ecole du Ballet et Maitrîse de L'Eau (Aquafina), Kristall Gejsrar (Dasani), and Le Jardin des Poissons (Aquafina).
A large landmass corresponding with Europe, Asia, and Africa on the Eastern Hemisphere is called "Terra Firma".
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