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Feature: AHT 2021 Winners

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Featured

918 deviations

Horror

52 deviations

Slushee

After beating the tar out of Metallo (again) Kal-El found himself with a powerful thirst. He wanted a cherry Slushee. Without bothering to change into his Clark Kent duds, he simply dropped from the sky at the nearest Fly'n'Buy near the Daily Planet. Pouring a 32oz Slushee for himself like any other citizen made him feel normal. Plus, it was only 79 cents (on sale). The problem came when he went to pay, for now he was blocked by a senior citizen buying lottery tickets. The scratch-off kind that got silver crap everywhere, the kind whose "prize" was usually more lottery tickets. The old guy was making a production of it. Quizzing the clerk abo

Funny

18 deviations
Literature

Straddle

I crossed a doughnut desert. I passed cacti sprinkles. I reached cream-filled cities. Where no one is.

Funky

7 deviations
Literature

Citizens

They ignored their City's gleaming towers, her rose-hued walls, her sparkling streets, her abundance. They had eyes only for the other across the plain. It was not until her towers rusted, her walls fell, her people starved, That they found the other across the plain was a mirage.

Poetry

23 deviations
Literature

Fight on the Savannah

     Taka was drinking from the watering hold when she felt the pull. It was time for her to go to the dying grounds. The rest of her herd was still sleeping while the day was cool.     Hembo was curled up with the calves. She would make a good leader. Taka touched them each with her trunk. She would miss them, but that grief was tempered with the knowledge that she would be there to welcome them into the otherworld.     The sun rose in the sky, and Taka got her bearings and made for the dying grounds.     She stopped when a familiar sound came to her from the distance. It was the kind that sent shivers through her the way a violent sto

Dramatic

2 deviations
Literature

Always Leaving

I drag the chair into the middle of the room, close to the table and set myself and my coffee down. "Hello Gladyce, you wanted to see me?" The question felt stupid, but she had trouble with social cues, and I knew we'd sit in silence for ages until I broke it. "Yes," she spoke softly, pausing for a moment before adding "thank you for coming, I know you're busy." I smiled. For all her awkwardness, she was ever the polite one. "I am. Busy I mean. You know 'I am', as I do think, however little credit I'm given for doing so." I can't help the corny science humour, but she laughs, a genuine – fill the corners of the room laugh that makes

Sci-fi

12 deviations
Literature

Bruja 2: Brick Witchcraft

The stadium roof was a steel spider web, lit pink and red from above by digital sakura falling from a passing promo airship.   Nuri stood in silhouette against the giant springtime display behind her. Far below, pyros fired, bold colors reflecting from her left eye. A crowd roared. She shifted her weight, leaned against the metal support of the huge LEDs that craned over the stadium like wide-eyed insects. Final score. Somebody won, somebody lost.   Nuri clicked through her feed brought through her right eye. Money changing hands. She could see it pulse through the stadium like a heartbeat, fed through satellites, wire transfers, currency exc

Skyscrapers and Flying Saucers

6 deviations
Literature

Leathered

Take care of us, we’ll take care of you. You never knew your great-granddaddy, but we did. We watched the sunset from his stirrups as the Panhandle dust turned the sky blood red and the herd moaned its way to sleep. We felt the rain as he went after stragglers, and his pony never once pitched him while we were there. Your daddy used to shove wadded-up pages from the Avalanche-Journal into our toes so we’d fit, then we’d clop off with him to gun down imaginary Injuns or lasso bobcats disguised as mesquite logs. One day, all too soon, he didn’t need the newspaper anymore. Phantom indians gave way to dance halls and

Westerns

2 deviations
Summoner

Images

3 deviations
Literature

Were-drake

In the end, after seven full moons, a dozen houses burned, and the bones of two-score villagers and seven unlucky knights had been strewn for leagues around, the farming clans took matters into their own hands. Heirloom silver from every house went into the smelter. Even the sullen, miserly old usurer was held down and fed whiskey until his silver molars could be pulled. They paid an itinerant bladesmith with as much coin, plum-wine and pelts as she could load on her wagon. They loaded the result of her craft into a huge, old siege crossbow left over from dozens of brushfire wars as this land changed hands from one king or another. And they waited until the next full moon, until they next heard the beating of leathery wings and claws skittering against the treetops. They would steel themselves with whiskey and plum-wine. They would aim for the center of the shadowy mass as it bent to feast. They would pray. Some balked at the plan of using the drunken moneylender as bait for

Fantasy

10 deviations
Gates of Argonath

Art

17 deviations

Halloweirdness: October 31 (FINAL)

Welcome, foolish mortals, to day 31 of Halloweirdness 2011! We made it to the end, fellow festering meat-bags!  I slipped a bit near the end, for real-life demands upon my corruptible mortal remains became impossible to ignore.  But fear not (or fear alot!) for today, this last day of Halloweirdness, I offer a special tale indeed. HALLOWEIRDNESS #31: THE HAUNTED HOUSE RALF LIVED IN! This is a personal story only a few people know.  I swear it happened.  This is not a friend-of-a-friend kind of thing; it happened to ME. In the year 1974 my parents decided to end their trial separation and rent a house together.  I was 11 years old, and thr

Journals

1 deviation

What Is a Literary Journal?

Art in the Professions Week There are lots of magazines out there. Ones you might be more familiar with are the ones you can buy at the grocery store check-out aisle—Elle, Vogue, People, Cooking Light. You know, that stuff. But most of these magazines publish work that is along the lines of journalism, or occasionally creative non fiction (CNF) and criticism (reviews). Magazines you might not be as familiar with are literary journals. You probably won't find these at the grocery store. You might, but it's probably just The New Yorker. The Paris Review if you're at some schmancy place. These are some of the oldest and most celebrated li

Useful

9 deviations
American Ghouls

Photography

29 deviations

Urban

1 deviation
Literature

The Pumpkin Patch

     The Patch was quiet for a fall day. This time of year there would be people in droves tapping pumpkins, lifting and carrying while small children danced around and shrieked their enthusiasm. The field was filled with pumpkins, but there were no people in sight. Douglas shrugged and closed his jacket against the chill and kept walking.      The house loomed up before him out of the trees, three stories of termite-infested natural wood that gave the whole place a creepy feel. Maybe this way Pete didn’t have to worry about burglars.      He knocked on the big

Halloween

1 deviation
Literature

Family Feud

     "I want to thank you all for coming to my New Year's party," Seth said, raising his glass high. "So if you'll all look under your place at the table, you'll find a key taped there. One of those keys will start the Lamborghini you saw on your way in. If your key starts it up, then it's yours."      The guests all murmured among themselves as Seth made his way around the table. He paused behind his brother's chair, watched as Cyrus pulled out the key and turn it over in his hands.      "Shall we, gentlemen?" He motioned to the door and accompanied his guests outsi

Noir

1 deviation
Literature

Groaner

"A black and tan, please." I ask as I sit down. The bartender rustles one up and slides it over my way. I catch it as if I'd been rehearsing this all my life, and take a long draught of it. "First time I've seen you in 'ere." He remarks. "Aye, I only come to bars when I have troubles to share, and my life's been miraculously trouble-free for some time." "But not lately. So, what ales ya?" He asks, whilst filling a mug for another patron. I stoically ignore the groaner. "Just got through one of the worst cases of my life. Woman keels over dead in the middle of a party. Fifty witnesses and not a damn one could say what happened to her; just

Drain Bramaging

1 deviation
Satans' Lemonade

Freakin Awesome

2 deviations
Literature

Things Are Just Super

Kal-El made certain the door to his innermost chamber was locked before seating himself before the broad crystalline desk. It was an absurd gesture -- who would even be at the Fortress of Solitude aside from himself? But still... the ritual must be observed. An antique rosewood cigar box lay before him. This, too, was part of the ritual: a pause, brief anticipation. But eventually he leaned forward, lifted the lid to peer inside. One leaded crystal vial remained, embedded in red velvet, half-full of a viscous green fluid. He already felt faint. Kal-El's heart beating faster. Out came the syringe, specially made, its green needle glowing fa

Superheroes

1 deviation
Literature

Ebony and Ivory

Piano keys unlocked her hidden passion.

Six Word Shorts

1 deviation