|One of my better works from my "pixelated images" series.|
UntitledThe clock sounds, sounds, sounds.Untitled by TheDizzyDan
It's a soft wood, like a weathered plank for a playground seesaw.
Is there really deafening silence?
Does it not make a difference if you can't hear it?
Sure, you can feel it,
But can't you always?
The last marble from my ancient Newton's cradle fell
From my desk to the tile overlay floor.
Rat. Tat, tat tat-tat-tat.
Dun is the smoke the hellfire exhales,
And indefatigable is the man at the bellows.
Let the darkest seal shut my eyes.
It's too much for a quarter of my brain to handle.
Why, then, do my eyes sting at night?
Hey, what's that green thing across the room? If that's
The Boogeyman, I'm running to the preschool.
Little nose-pickers will eat him for me.
That exercise ball could be a good instrument;
It reverberates and resonates within itself.
I'm licking the screen door; it's metal
But doesn't taste like it. It's fresh outside.
Rubbing my tongue against the screen makes it feel hairy.
I hope there's no bug juice on it.
|This is probably one of my most inspired writings. Give it a read.|
I have a habit of speaking very formally. I am a goofball in real life who focuses very seriously on his academics.|
I am not a very true artist, just one who likes to see pictures. I have an inappreciable ability to draw, and I have very little interest in developing my skills in the field of visual art. If anything, I am much more into the fields of theatre acting and singing, for they are my main artistic passions. I am both enthralled and intimidated by the community here since it so large and variable. I have not yet found my niche in any community, but chances are that I have stepped in at least a small part of most.
I am interested in the business of voice acting, so, if you need an amateur voice actor, I would be glad to be of service. I am your average kind of nonprofessional with a pop guard and studio microphone who records in a basement; not a recording studio, but I am very diligent. I am willing to provide contact information to anyone considering me for a voice actor role or tryout. Additionally, I am interested in doing audio readings for anyone (be it CreepyPasta, poetry, prose, or whatever it is).
As you may see in my gallery, I do write from time to time. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer in the literature field. I have several poems, prosaic poems, and prose works. My first (and currently only) DD was a literature submission. I've written a dark fan-ficiton for My Little Pony, but I don't consider myself a very hardcore writer, or Brony, for that matter. I upload essays I've done for school, and I very rarely feel inspired to write. However, when I am, I am usually very satisfied with my work, and I'm sure something I've done will speak to you.
Photography is the other thing I do. Mostly, it's sky and landscape pictures; whatever I happen to catch happening above me I tend to take a picture of if I think it's nice.
I do llamas for llamas, but I neither do WATCH for WATCH nor FAVE for FAVE. I reserve these to my personal tastes.
I am extremely busy with my schoolwork and rarely am on for long periods of time. I am also willing to proofread for anyone who can afford to wait until I acquire the time to get to proofreading the work. I find it is an enjoyable and helpful way to employ my skill in orthography, diction, and grammar when my creativity is devoted to non-writing ends. Anyone interested should feel free to send me a note, expressing his or her interest, on this site, and we can become acquainted and discuss the business.
I use Dogecoin.
How can he be a noble dragon now?There is some gore in this story. The plot revolves around the character Spike.
Nopony loves her. Her friends abandoned her. The only ones she has left are the remnants of her childhood. The only one who came to her birthday was herself.
There's only one thing left.
To drop.Obviously, viewer discretion is advised for depressive and suicidal themes. This story is centered around the character Pinkie Pie.