|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Blue RoutineThe days fell into an unsteady routine for young Amalie.
The weekends were spent in diligent study under master smith Zahid, he gave her books to read, plans to study and plenty of hard work shovelling coals and moving red hot metal. Each day ended with her exhausted and covered in tiny burns. Then her week became difficult.
Five days of every seven, Amalie spent utterly alone.
At first Amalie tried to make friends, she introduced herself to other girls as they gossipped about each other or spoke of boys. But they would just ignore her, she tried again and again until finally the girls would leave as one, or turn and stare her down until she left them.
The boys were no nicer, when she tried to befriend them they laughed, they called her names, and they insulted her lowborn status. Amalie learned to stop trying, and so they stopped paying attention to her. When she sat in class, the desks around her remained empty, when she walked the halls teachers and students alike moved a safe dista
Blue NailThe smithy was an inferno.
Every kiln, pit and furnace was ablaze. Zahid, master blacksmith moved with a slow grace, he never hurried yet he seemed to be everywhere at once. Everywhere short rods of iron heated awaiting their turn on the anvil. A table filled with rough horseshoe blanks sat cooling beside the barrel that would eventually hold them all. Several ceramic pots of iron bubbled away, the sand moulds ready to receive the refined metal and form it into rods.
“Today Amalie you learn what it means to work”. He said, timing his words to the pauses in his strikes as he hammered a rod flat.
“I'm going to make horseshoes and swords?” She asked.
“Not just yet. You cannot work the metal until you have learned what the metal is.” He said as he quenched the now flattened pole in a barrel of water.
“Isn't metal metal?” She asked him as steam billowed towards the open door.
“Iron can be as brittle as glass, as dependable as the sun, ma
Blue FeatherAmalie was woken from the monsters in her nightmares by the ringing of Geralds bell. She quickly woke and dressed, making sure to tuck her red hair under her headscarf, ready for her next class. Amalie had no idea what to expect from the class, it was called channelling so she had high hopes that this class would have actual magic in it not just history lessons and breathing exercises. As usual Chancy hovered around Amalie making certain she didn't interfere with the other students, Amalie was slowly learning how to ignore her presence and her murderous glares.
Chancy pulled Amalie aside and explained to her were channelling class was, then she checked Amalies black headscarf to see if any errant strands of foul red hair were peeking out.
“After the class ends you will be expected to study in the yard until supper, I don't want you here bothering the other students and interrupting their work. Understand? Stay outside and don't make trouble or I will give you the switch.” T
Blue CaneAmalie woke to a terrible pounding on her half door. She crawled from her straw mat and fumbled in the dark to open the latch. Gerald's boot nearly collided with her face.
As soon as the door was open a wrapped bundle was thrown at her.
“Your things. Don't be late for class. And wear that headscarf to cover your shame girl.” He said before ringing his morning bell, signalling breakfast.
Amalie quickly lit her candle and opened the grey bundle. Inside was a thin book, a note with some numbers and names on it, and an old ink pen and powder. The scarf smelled of Chancy's cheap perfume. Amalie hastily donned her grey robe, wrapped her hair as best she could in the grey headscarf that had held the items and scurried out for breakfast.
Today Amalie did not mind being alone in a corner of the table, the other childrens indifference to her was forgotten, she ate her fill and did her best not to bounce from her chair with excitement. As the children filed out and the servants began
Blue ManThe moon was a tiny crescent in the sky, pale light doing little to illuminate the grounds of the Magi academy. A lone figure in long black robes skulked along the outer wall, darting from shadow to shadow. He held a handful of pale moss, its blood red light barely noticeable among the roses growing over the ancient stone wall.
Every so often the figure would stop and glance about, eyes hidden by the black hood, the figure would lick his lips and mumble to itself in a raspy shallow voice as it did.
It took some time but the figure finally managed to navigate the shadows, avoiding the few lazy guards about uncertain why any would attack a mage. It circled a section of wall between two old pines, their mottled and sagging branches concealing this section from prying eyes.
The figure glanced about a few more times, its head shaking back and forth erratically. At last, satisfied that it was alone the figure pressed some stones, mumbled some words and let forth a gentle light from its black
Eyes open lungs scream out
the first breath
already restless you move fast to crawl
fast to walk
Legs stir the dusty road
each step familiar
these roads you walked many times
yearning for yet more
Your mind fills with visions
worlds beyond this pale place
where your mind lives now
She loves you as much as
you love the imagined worlds
love cannot hold you down
Feet ache worse with every step
each one a sweeter agony
stopping is real pain
Your soul soars with each new sight
greater than any imagined in your youth
the world is a wonder with more to see
Do your eyes grow heavy from the view
This world shrinks with every step
monotonous horizons yet more you must see
Far have you walked can you not rest?
You have seen all what could you seek?
Do you not know what your heart yearns?
I know what you seek come to me
I can tell you why you must go
To me to me just a little further
You die so clos
Blue DustAmalies muscles ached with a familiar tension, and her stomach rumbled as she thought about her supper. She was contented, when she had learned she would be working with a blacksmith as her chores she had been worried, but the work was simple and the smith was very kind.
Amalie walked in the front door to her dorm, the one for students attuned to Air, the heady scent of roast chicken and steamed vegetables wafted towards her from the dining room. Amalie hurried her pace, she was right on time and ready for food, when she arrived at the door she was disappointed.
Before her servants were cleaning the tables, dishes were piled high and buckets of soapy water were being filled. Chancy, the mistress of the girls stood tapping her foot, a smug look on her face as she watched Amalie.
“Oh, my, it seems you missed supper girl.” She said in her thick, fake, posh accent.
“But you said supper was in three hours? It's only been three hours.” Amalie dared to accuse.
Blue SmokeAmalie laughed like she hadn't in almost a year. Here she was in the Academy of the Magi in Iacet city. When she had first learned she had magic in her blood, it had been a death sentence, it meant banishment from her peasant home into a murderous wilderness. The journey had been hard and filled with treacherous people and beasts, she stumbled into this city by chance. She had survived, she had struggled and now she was here where normally only nobles were allowed, all her troubles were over. Or so she thought.
Downstairs in the dormitory of the students of air the caretakers and the Seer of the guild were arguing.
“She sullies our dorm with her presence Seer, give her to the Aether dorm, they are used to having talentless students there. We are air, powerful and proud, and not filled with filthy lazy peasants!” Shouted Chancy, her fake posh accent slipping with her indignant ranting.
“How could I ever face the Chancellor or the other mistresses with her in my rooms!&
Blue SchoolAmalie entered the compound that housed the Academy of the Magi and the guild tower. Black gates clicked shut behind her, the Seer, leader of the guild chapter, continued forwards ignorant of the four men before him; the initiate, two mages and the chancellor. He was lost in thought, he only stopped when he bumped into the dour Chancellor, leader of the Academy.
“Huh?” He said, startled. “Sorry Reggy.” He apologized to the chancellor.
“Never mind that, why did you just drag a peasant child into our compound?” He asked.
“Hmm? Oh Amalie. Her name is Amalie she is a magi, she wants to become a mage.” he replied, confused by the Chancellors confusion.
“Seer, she can't be a magi if she is a peasant, you know this. I will send her back.” he said in tones reserved for children.
“No, she is a magi, she can stay if she wants to, and she wants to.”
“Clearly she is a peasant, look at her red hair, a clear sign of her in
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
AlbertThe moon was flying at half-mast that night.
The sight of it stopped Albert in his tracks. Not so much the moon itself; he had seen it sleepily trudge its way across the night sky many times before. What surprised him was the sharpness of it, the way its intense curves cut into the darkness. A blade of execution swooping down on him.
He threw his hands up to avoid the white gleaming from above and realised they were entirely crimson; turning around, the droplets of blood that trailed his sprint to the door each rang out in his ears like explosions on a battlefield. Their sharp taste made his tongue grind into his teeth. Following the path of destruction led to the source of the flames, a ravaging jungle with rivers drooling out of it...
A girl's body with a knife plunged into her face lay against the wall.
Though he had just ran some 20 feet away from it Albert felt himself being pushed out further into the car park. He threw his back to the wall of the dark court and looked back into
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
The Affliction: Chapter 4, Bump [WIP] I just got out of my physics lab. I was happy to be out at a decent time instead of a later time. I grabbed my keys and walked in the pouring rain over to my car.
My backpack was as drenched as my coat. I held the books in my hands close to me to avoid the ink running off them. The night was dark for only 8:45 pm. I almost hardly saw the sky through the massive storm of rain pummeling towards the ground. I got to my car safe and sound and started to drive home.
As I drove long the road I felt a heavy bump in the right side of my car. As I looked over I saw a wave o rainwater splash up from the ground. That was some hard hit.
My mind immediately went into panic as I kept driving. Did I knock something over? Is the car dented? Did I hit an animal, or worse, a person near the road? I pulled my car over in a parking lot. I parked close to a light so I can inspect my car front bumper.
Caly swiatTo była ciekawa noc. Resztki umysłu, jakie mi pozostały, mówią mi, że tym razem przegiąłem.
Ale ja musiałem, ja już nie mogłem, inaczej bym już nie wytrzymał.
Cały świat znów był przeciwko mnie.
Jestem na siebie wściekły, bo jestem słaby. Przecież obiecałem, że przestanę.
W mojej głowie posypały się wyzwiska, których ciągle wysłuchuję.
Cały świat i wszyscy przeciwko mnie.
To nie pomaga.
Z ogromnym wysiłkiem otworzyłem drzwi. Że też coś tak prostego może sprawić tyle trudności.
Zamknąłem je za sobą i osunąłem się na podłogę.
Cicho weszłaś na korytarz. Zastygłaś w bezruchu, a po twojej twarzy przemknął cień. Znów jesteś rozczarowa
Quill and Parchment Ravenswood Cadavre entered the coffee shop and looked around. The restaurant had free wi-fi and most people brought in their own laptops, but there were a few public-use computers set up along one wall. Pulling out his wallet, he walked up to the register.
The girl behind the counter smiled when she saw him. "Hey. How're you doing?"
Her name was Melody and he had learned she was the owner's daughter. "I'm okay. How about you? Large coffee, please."
She began to make the drink. "You always seem to get here around this time."
The detective looked at his watch: 10:05. "I try to time it so I miss the morning crowd."
"At least you order something. We have a few people who come in to use the computers and don't even buy anything."
Turning to face the room at large, he spoke in a loud, booming voice. "They use the computers for free and don't buy anything? How rude!" H
Monsters"Mommy, please check the closet for monsters again?" The young child pleaded again.
"No sweetheart it's late and you have to get to sleep." The mother scolded.
The child pulled the covers closer and hugged the teddy bear even tighter.
"But I heard something! It was a monster somewhere in the room!" The child pleaded again to their exasperated mother.
"Honey, we are on the top floor, the windows and doors are locked and your father and I are in the next room, nothing is going to get you, now turn off your light and go to sleep, there are no such things as monsters." The mother said tersely, her patience quickly disappearing.
"But mom!" The child began.
"Go to sleep." The mother said before closing the door and leaving.
The child sat in their bed, the moonlight streaming in through the tightly locked window spreading odd patterns all across the room. The child peered through terrified eyes at the wild shapes dancing on the walls as clouds flitted in front of the shining moon.
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More