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Daily Deviation
April 3, 2014
Unconventionally told for maximum hilarity: Taco Hell by BarbecuedIguana
Featured by neurotype-on-discord
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A Bloody, Stupid Miracle
The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when
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He told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the r
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death smells like fresh fruit.
I put on the shirt and it was far too big, I struggled to find my arms lost in swatches of fabric, thin and deceiving. My tiny arms so slack from the smallest intake of food, the sleeves drooping like old skin on small bodies that everyone refuses the option to quit. Eating has seemed so cannibalistic since you left, the simple act of forcing food down my throat only makes me more of myself and less of you, who will never eat again.
I stop in the hallway mirror, and look at my smudged eyes and lank hair. In the summer, on the swings, it hung around my face in loose waves. As all things seem to do, it grew as we grew apart in physical state,
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And those whoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell....
And once again the prophecy is fulfilled.
This piece of abject silliness was written for Memnalar's Annual Halloween Fiction Contest.
memnalar.deviantart.com/journa…
We were each assigned a random scenario to fulfill. Mine was:
Not the easiest thing I've ever written, but in the end it proved to be a whole lot of fun. I was greatly inspired by the movie Young Frankenstein and the late great Ray Bradbury's excellent Halloween Tree - which if you haven't read you absolutely should. It's one big orange and black crepe paper love letter to the holiday of Halloween. Mr. Moundshroud appears in there, but I think he is more of a person than a walking skeleton.
And of course, let us not forget Día de Muertos. If you have to look that up it may already be too late for you.
Oh yeah, and if you count the title it is exactly 3000 words.
Until next time,
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell....
And once again the prophecy is fulfilled.
This piece of abject silliness was written for Memnalar's Annual Halloween Fiction Contest.
memnalar.deviantart.com/journa…
We were each assigned a random scenario to fulfill. Mine was:
The story takes place in a coffee plantation.
The crux of the story involves someone waking up.
WORDS: claw roast acrobatic explosion
Not the easiest thing I've ever written, but in the end it proved to be a whole lot of fun. I was greatly inspired by the movie Young Frankenstein and the late great Ray Bradbury's excellent Halloween Tree - which if you haven't read you absolutely should. It's one big orange and black crepe paper love letter to the holiday of Halloween. Mr. Moundshroud appears in there, but I think he is more of a person than a walking skeleton.
And of course, let us not forget Día de Muertos. If you have to look that up it may already be too late for you.
Oh yeah, and if you count the title it is exactly 3000 words.
Until next time,
Try to enjoy the daylight....
Mature
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I didn't think it was that funny, but it was very fun to read.
The image it painted in my head was very colorful, literally, and the atmosphere was very nice.
Awesome job! You're really good.
The image it painted in my head was very colorful, literally, and the atmosphere was very nice.
Awesome job! You're really good.