Books. Octopus. Sausage.Written in 9 minutes for *Keramita.Turn the pages one by oneread them all with joy and funbooks of new and books of oldbooks which many stories holdThere he sat amidst the shelvesreading up on orcs and elveseight books circled up aroundand twenty more scattered on the groundEight pages turned he, all at oncehe had been reading there for monthsin the cave of knowledge, candle-litthe old octopus there sitsReading up on book and tomenever longing for liquid homethe old squid, hundred years in agestudying to become a mage.Arcane lore of elves, dragons, even menthe writing of all that could hold a penagain he flit the pages togethermaking notes on parchment with the featherHe dipped the quill into the inkwellOn the parchment his notes to befellnoting down his first to learn spellhe studied hard, he studied well.Days and years had passed when thenthe old octupus put down the hundreth pen.He grabbed his notes and studied themand slithered to the underwater glen
Li'll Artist Motivation PoemI see the many pictures, bright and darkto behold for friends, you spoil them that mucheach and every picture and word it's creator's markwith a hand of their own, their personal touchDarkness and depression their hearts holdand the stories they wrote for all to seeloosing the feel for the pictures toldfor their heroes and idols match they'd never be.Chin up, proud artists, for you as wellneed not match your idols and heroes but seeyou have stories to picture and pictures to tellto be a hero to others, the idol you think others to be.Grab your pencil and tell us your paintgrab your pen and sketch us the storyfor eventhough the light of your glory in your eyes is feintto many you are that idol, and hold your own glory.Your art is your own, your stories your fictionsee now that they come from your heartyou need not weep when your workflow has frictionfor when you are done you have again created art.
Zombie. Flower. Hummingbird.The bomb has dropped, the world is a wreckEvery skin of the undead covered in tackOozing, rotting and maggot filledBecause of a scientist and the chemicals spilled.Alone walk he, not living, not deadA zombie, some call him, unliving insteadAlone in the wreckage he once called his homeBut unlike the others, he knows he's aloneHis heartbeat stopped pulsing, but his mind did not seizeHe knows he's still dying, the life, the diseaseWalking from the wreckage and ruins and the rubbleThe landscape is dry and barren, the grass but just stubbleHe kept walking and lurching, his body's not tiredIf he'd say he felt still, he'd be a self-liarThe grass and the woodlands then once again thickenedThe land here it seems was not that much sickenedHis dead, cateract eyes once again spotted colorThe brown of his office desk, the green of the dollarThe white of the walls of the office he hatedThe black of the coffee he drank while he debatedMemories, swimming in the mind of someone dead
Free Plushie Patterns OnlineHere's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.BEARSNight Garden Studios Jointed and Rag BearsBaby Bows BearScrappy BearSupriseDIY BearHug Me (EMS Bear)