Dear deviantWRITERS...Dear deviantWRITERS, allow me to offer you some advice. While I realize that you may not want that advice at all, I will cheerfully ignore that, because I really think dA's literature community could use a bit of setting straight.The reason writers like you and me are on deviantART at all is because we want people to read our work. No one would argue with that. So the way you do things should help get people to read your writing, not flee screaming.That being said, the preview image that dA gives each literature deviation is your best friend. It gives you about 110 characters of text to impress anyone who might be randomly browsing through lit deviations--to catch their eye and make them want to read more. So! Here's a few tips.Before that, though: I am not saying that every reader on dA agrees with the suggestions I present here. These are things that I think are important, and that I recommend. This is conceited, maybe, but I believe that good readers would agree wit
Freedom(Open-mindedness is not a power.)Hold up your hand.Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.(Open mindedness is not a force.)Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.Do you feel at peace?(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round."Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?" ......Please stop. i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassingNow go outside.Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around yo
At The EndIn hazy daydreams,Rambling thoughts,I would wonderI would ponderAs I wanderThrough these visions.And I would see.Would there be a youOr me, or we,Or would there be,In simplicity,Nothingness.At the end.For at the end,Of thought, or time,Could there be,Blankness sublime,No need to define,What is left behindAt the close.Yet nothingness,Is somethingness,And somethingness,Is nothing.When everything,Is infinity, quite,Which in itself,Cancels itself,To be nothing.Picture white.A shade, a colour,A type of artist's paint.If nothingness,Is simply white,Or black, it might,Then nothingness,Is actually quite,A something.Imagine nothing.At the end,Of time and existence,What shall remain?If nothing,Is something,Something shall remain,Possability insane,Think in bleak disdain,Picture this.In the future.At the end.