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Matczyne Moce

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FFM Day - 16, 2022

The boys draw their fair share of strangers’ stares. Bandanas over their mouths like desperados. They walk into town without horses, but shit, maybe their steeds are lying in the sun, gasping their last, chomping at hot bits, lathered in sweat. These wouldn’t be the first cowboys to ride their horses to death. No one gives them much trouble as they wash the dust from their throats and warm their laps with loose women. But these boys aren’t in any hurry. They get to talking, and interested ears in the saloon pick out the details. Dead horses, yes, but not rode to it. Sheriff and his men slit two mare’s throats to keep the boys from running. It’s found out later, that the sheriff is floating face down in a cold mountain lake, his manhood shoved down his throat. Whispers grow loud. They leave, quickly, with fresh horses. It’s a bitter brew that goes down hard, cold morning after colder night. “I’m gonna freeze muh cock off out here,” Kit complains. Lee shoots a wry smile.

FFM 2022

174 deviations

Writing

87 deviations
Literature

Just Let Sleeping Beauties Lie

Long ago, when dragons flew, Occur’d events I tell to you, Of princess fair and knight so brave (but not of beast inside a cave). This princess slumbr’d in a tower Bewitchèd by some evil power, And so the knight resolved to save Her from this fate so vile and grave. But this was not an easy task, Indeed it was a lot to ask. The knight, he faced these trials three: The first was grove of thornèd tree, The second was a wall built high, And third a fowl with witching eye. With sword and shield he faced the briars, And burned their boughs upon great pyres. This was the way he felled them all, And came at last to that great wall. The wall he could not hope to scale, And knew death waited should he fail. Thus, instead, he dug a shaft, And passed beneath with miner’s craft. But strength and toil would not suffice Against the dreaded cockatrice. Around its hall stood statue-men: Those who would never move again. The knight saw how the creature’s gaze Meant stony fate till end of

Poetry

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Hands of Hope: A Holiday Project

December can be a difficult time of year for many (including myself), so I wanted to do something to spread some light and offer hope to those in need of it. My heart-dad's passing during this usually cheerful time of year continues to serve as a reminder that hope is indeed fragile— and others can always use some hands of hope to reach out to for moral support. What can I do to offer a helpful hand? Glad you asked! This project is simple: Reach out a hand to a random deviant within the community or towards a friend— and say something positive, helpful, and/or uplifting. Read carefully below to follow all of the project guidelines to be eligible for any prizes. You must do the following: :holly: Leave 10-15 positive comment(s) on a deviant's profile or artwork and offer a hopeful hand by writing at least 2-5 sentences (I want substance not just a simple emote hug, etc. put some thought into this!) You may do so by simply sending love/support, leaving some positive

Articles of Interest

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Sugar bee mouse oil painting

Devious Collection

2 deviations
Literature

The City That Forever Sleeps

    Emerging from the ship and disembarking down the plank to the dock, the crew and passengers onboard moved into the harbor of the city in their hazmat suits, only to their horror, nothing living awaited them—just an eerie silence prevailed over the masses of decaying bodies and the strangely sweet stench of death—the entire city’s population erased from existence.    They were too late to stop the virus.

The Gauntlet 2019

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Literature

Stay Away, My Lads

You all have heard the legends of the singers of the sea; Well now believe them, lads, and heed my words if you love me. There's evil in a woman's heart who whispers of a tryst, And you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notion Of following a mermaid to the bottom of the ocean. You all have heard the legends of the maidens of the land; There's evil in a woman's heart who beckons from the sand. Beware of drifting boats that hold a damsel lost in mist, For you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notio

All Hallows Tales 2019

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