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My Little Gassy: Fartershy's DilemmaPonyville; a small bustling town filled with technicolor ponies that all seem to be filled with energy. From the overtowering Town Hall to the edge of the Everfree forest, nothing seems to become usually inert in this town.
Right outside town, there's a small cottage that overlooks the dark and eerie forest. Near the edge of the clearing some fast and hard galloping noises can be heard as well as high pitched squealing that seems to be getting slightly softer as the being approaches the clearing. The being escaped the forest almost in a blur. While racing through the clearing, a fairly average sized double pailed basket suctioned itself to her back. The containers were filled with a weird color hay and other assorted food objects the character had obtained. Her hoof caught a rock, causing her to trip over and fall. Her basket flung off of her back onto the ground in front of her. As the being slowly got up, her pink hair settled in front of her face. She spread her wings to hopefully f
What the Hell did I just see? A Kirby StoryAuthor's Note: I'm trying something a bit new with this story. This story is sort of a parody of creepypasta as well as my first attempt two "blend" two different literature "styles" together However, in and of itself it might seem like a typical bad video game creepypasta. I hope you do enjoy it for what it's worth.
Marisa Pussigal ran hurriedly up the stairs of her home into her bedroom. As soon as she slammed the door behind her, she exhaled deeply. The heavily panting neko practically limped over to her computer, already turned on, and opened up a notepad page. She titled it, "What the hell did I just see? A Story about Kirby". Marisa cracked her knuckles as her stomach gurgled faintly. She felt like she had a masterpiece brewing in her mind and she felt like the world NEEDED to know what she felt like right NOW! So then she started typing down what she would consider to be the best horror video game story she ever wrote...ironically so.
My name is Marisa
Super Gas Sisters Brawl Part 9.As Toadette and Starlow groggily made their way downstairs to the kitchen, Luigi looked over his shoulder and noticed they seemed to be exhausted.
"Woah what's wrong with you two?" Luigi asked, "You guys look like you haven't slept."
"Don't worry." Starlow started off.
"We didn't." Toadette finished.
Luigi tilted his head in confusion initially l, then went back to cooking up the food. Toadette and Starlow passed by the living room where the portly red shirted plumber sat. Mario was peppy as he always is, even if he's just sitting down on the couch watching Cake Boss.
"Hey Mario..." Toadette groaned out. Mario looked over to see who was saying hello to him and as soon as he did a look of worry was slapped on his face.
"Girls! What happened to ya? Didn't you get any sleep?!"
"Of course not," Starlow scoffed.
"Your little 'guests' kept us up all night," Toadette said, yawning afterward.
For a second, Mario hesitated on realizing whom they were talking about. Then it hit him as he heard a
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
TDVA Confessional Episode 2.Marisa looked over to the rest of her teammates as she walked away from the ceremony. She then looked over to Josh and Twilight Sparkle as they were arguing as usual. She sighed and headed off to go to the rest of her team. She was thinking to herself, 'Gee. I barely won the first challenge and got through the second challenge with some difficulty. These are some weird challenges I gotta go through. But I gotta stay strong, considering I'm one of the only girls on my team.' she posed triumphantly and declared, "I WILL PREVAIL WITH ALL THESE MEN!" She froze and looked to see Ricky and Brandon give her an odd look. Marisa then blushed with embarrassment and chuckled nervously. But then she straightened herself and walked toward the barracks, her stomach gurgling to her delight.
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