Gadzooooks

For the most part, the cave in front of her looked to be fairly unassuming. It was pitch black and had the same, musty smell that all caves seemed to have, and there was nothing around the entrance to indicate that anyone, or anything took residence upon such a place. She clutched her satchel and prayed that they'd not given her the wrong place; a life depended on it and this cave's supposed resident was the only one who could save it. She waited in silence, staring into the darkness. Her hands were shaking, she was gripping her satchel and its contents so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. After what seemed like a small eternit

Hello! If you're reading this, then first let me make a disclaimer that I am no expert on the matter; the following are just a few tips I've picked up over my time as a writer here on deviantArt. As of late, I've seen a lot of new writers decide to pick up writing as a whole, and thought that it'd be good to share a few tips to improve on one's writing capability. Again, I will stress, that I am by no means an expert on the matter nor am I saying that you need to follow these rules, but are just some tips that I think might be helpful. Right, now that that's out of the way, let's begin. 1. Exposition Now, the number one thing that a lot of

"So you're sure that it's done then?" "As sure as I can be," Myan grunted, waving him off dismissively, "The boy no longer poses a threat to our operations." "...you didn't...-" "Of course not." Myan snapped, swiveling his head to face his colleague. A pair of cold blue eyes met were met with a warmer yellow, both parties unflinching in resolve. "I merely... convinced him to do certain things, one thing led to another, and now, they're no longer a problem." he said. "Still, do you have any idea how risky that was?" the other party snapped back, "Elders be damned if it went badly and word got out on the street. You should be thankful the

“Man, this is boring.” Daniel muttered, tugging at his backpack straps and adjusting it a little. The forest trail that he was walking along bore no point of particular interest, apart from the thousands of trees and other samples of greenery that smothered his view. He could’ve been at home now, playing video games or maybe taking a stab at some of his art, but nooo, he was out here hiking along some stupid trail because his parents thought it would’ve been a good idea to drag him out for some fresh air. The trail along the mountainside was, apart from being very boring, also damp and muddy, for it had rained the nig

It’s cold... dark... where am I? I opened my eyes to the world around me. There wasn’t very much to look at in the first place, considering that it was already nothing but pitch black, but it was something. Fumbling around the dark, hard interior of what seemed to be a holding cell I groped the floor and crawled forward, getting a feel of where I was. For one, it was a concrete floor, judging by the texture of the material below me, and with a few more centimetres of blind crawling, I bumped into a wall. I turned the other way and found that wherever I was, it must have been a pretty small area because it didn’t take long f

I sat at my favourite park bench the place where it all started. I sat there, watching as the casual-park goers went about their own activities. I twiddled my clawed thumbs as I mulled over my own thoughts, thinking over recent events. Two years from the first time a dragon was discovered, and now, I was finally one. It took my parents a few days to get used to be, and even longer so to accept me, but I'd come a long way now, and there was no turning back. The only thing on my mind now was on deciding whether turning into a blue and orange anthro dragon more of a blessing or a curse, in which the part of the 'curse' was being subjected to ex

My name is GioSpy. What? Don't believe me? I swear, my name is GioSpy! ...Okay, fine, so maybe that's just what I call myself now, but honestly, I can't even remember my old name... It's been years since I last saw a human like you, or any one, for that fact. Heh, I've been here for so long, I think I've lost track of time... But then again, what's a human like you doing in a dragoness's cave, anyway? Exploring, you say? Well, that's pretty hard to believe, since this cave is well below the surface of the ocean, but since you made it here, I guess I should entertain you a little... Hehe... Wait, don't look at me like that! Silly human, I'

The light-blue dragon looked down from its perch in the tree, eyeing the young man knocking at the front door of the house. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man with short-cut, salt and pepper hair. From his perch the dragon listened intently, with a feint sense of familiarity coming from the boy. It had seen him before, but from where and when? "Excuse me, might there be a Shaun living here...?" he asked timidly. The man looked surprised for a second before an expression of pain flashed across his aging face. "No, I'm sorry, there's no Shaun living here..." he said, shutting the door. The young man walked away wordlessly, g

A quiet evening at the park, the perfect way to relax, after a long, hard day. Even in the sweltering heat I sit on the bench, watching as the birds fly overhead and the last rays of run fade over the rooftops of the houses in front of me. The silence was deafening, yet so fragile. A single movement fractures it through the rustling of my clothes on the bench, but it is quickly restored as my movements die down. Footsteps, behind me, snap me out of my meditation as I was beginning to relax, causing me to groan mentally. What now? I think, not knowing what was to come. "Hey, you're the local crackpot, right?" an obnoxious voice asks from beh

"Maaaattheeeew! Get your rear down here RIGHT NOW, young man!" I winced, giving the person on the screen a guilty look. "I'll be back later, I've gotta handle... a few things..." I said, whispering into the microphone. Before my Asian friend could reply, I quickly clocked the 'End Call' button on Skype, before setting the headset down and rushing over to the kitchen, where my dear mother was standing, hands on her hips, giving me the evil eye. I glanced at the piece of paper in her hand before looking back up at her sheepishly, realising my mistake. "Matthew Cabrera, I asked you to do the grocery shopping two hours ago! I thought you already

"Maggots!" someone shouted. Gunfire, screams, and then more gunfire was heard, before there was a brief moment of silence. There was a call for a medic, before the same voice from before said, "You are all weak. You are all bleeders!" There was a muffled laugh, followed by a cackle of flames, before screams were heard. Gunfire started up once more and pained screams filled the air, before silence once again consumed the scene. "Damn it..." I muttered, face-palming. Perhaps taunting in Team-Fortress 2 wasn't the best of ideas after killing an opponent, which was evident as I watched the re-spawn counter tick away. As of recent, I had been pl

The air was dry and the sky was grey, complimenting the general sombre atmosphere of the area around the men right now. Forty men, dressed in basic olive drabs, stood stoically with their weapons at their side and in formation, as if awaiting orders in a large, walled compound that house a small army base with torn, aging bunkers and destroyed watchtowers. Scorch marks dotted the walls and the inside of the compound, along with the charred remains of anything so unfortunate as to have been there, an indication that the place had seen action before. A small caravan of humvees waited in the compound as the last of the non-combat personnel evacu

It was a quiet, Saturday afternoon for Keane. His parents were out, as was his siblings, leaving the whole house to himself. With nothing to do, Keane settled for grabbing a drink and reading a book to pass the time on that particularly boring day. Waltzing himself into the kitchen, he rummaged through his family's wine cupboard, fishing out a rather large bottle of rum. Setting it on the table, Keane proceeded to grab a few soft drinks as well, before placing the rum and assorted drinks together on the kitchen counter. Keane grabbed a cup, filled it with ice, and began making himself a cocktail. In accordance to the law, he was technically