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13 Tales: Third Tale13 Tales from Dr. Callyco
Third Tale: The Witch's Candy
There was a house, it was run down, covered overgrown by vegetation, and well it might be more fair to call it a shack overgrown with vegetation. The point is, it was very, very creepy. That had left Tom with just one conclusion. The house had to have very good candy. No one went that over the top on Halloween just to give out carrots or something lame like that! There'd be like king sized candy bars!
The boy slowly worked his way up, trying not to get pieces of his pirate costume caught on the branches as he worked his way up to the house. He wore a dew rag on his head, a striped sh
13 Tales: Second Tale13 Tales from Dr. Callyco
Second Tale: The Bat King
At `Average Joe's High School for Perfectly Average Humans it was the night of the costumed ball! Everyone who was anyone had shown up in costume with a date, and was now rocking it out as part of the annual event that took place every Halloween! Well mostly everyone was in the gym, one person was stuck in the library. His name was Johnny, and sadly it wasn't by choice, or even by inability to find a date he was stuck in the library tonight. Nope, he was being forced to serve detention during the dance, during the dance! Seriously, these people had no idea what was considered fair and just
13 Tales: First Tale13 Tales From Dr. Callyco
First Tale: The Monster in the Dark
A full moon in clear October sky. Never a good sign. Billy was well aware of this. A night like tonight, it was best to stay indoors. Otherwise there were all kinds of ghouls and monsters that could attack. For this reason, the best place was to be in one's room playing video games, and not outside. Yet, despite having explained this at least seven times, Billy's mom was still insisting that he take the garbage out. Really? He could be abducted by aliens! Or eaten by a sasquatch! Or sung at by hippies! Oh the horror that could strike him down this night! Why was he required to!
Shrinking TailsShrinking Tails
"This marks the beginning of a revolution! Today! We shall no longer deal with the oppression of larger kind! And instead shall claim exactly what we want when we want! You can no oppose us! Now then, feline! Surrender your cheese to me!" The mouse gave a cry out as he stood upon the edge of a desk. He may only be two inches tall, and wearing only a knee length tunic. In his paws he held a gleaming yellow plastic scepter, as he proudly declared his right.
"Oh go bugger off.." The much larger orange tabby who was sitting at the desk pushed the mouse lightly. He was dressed in a pair of loose shorts and a white sleeveless shir
Operation Cookie Jar"Gentlemen. We are at war. I will not lie to you. The odds are against it. The enemy surpasses us in numbers two to one. They are better equipped, they know the area, and they will not take prisoners. We are all that is left for our side, and there are no hopes for reinforcements. Still, today, defeat is not an option. We have a chance, however impossible it may seem, there is one hope for victory. We must steal an item of upmost importance from the enemy's headquarters. We will send in a small team, one that can go unnoticed, and steal the item for ourselves. And, some of us may not make it through the end of the mission, but I promise. By t
Meerkat ParkMeerkat Park
"Alright, and why do you want to work at Funventure Land?" The man in the cheap suit asked. His name was Wallace, and he had hair that looked something like a goose that had gone through the dishwasher. The man was not what you would call old, being only in his thirties, but a lifetime of self inflicted agony had made the years count, resulting in a body that was wrinkled and looked something like a leather shoe.
"Um." The person he was having the discussion with a lot more normal. In his twenties, and currently dressed in the park uniform, which mostly consisted of an almost all red long short, long pants, and golden lined bu
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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