Always-onParis::15d since last chat::0 New MessagesAlways-on by Memnalar
For months, I'd see her at the clinics for our injections, and online in the therapeutic forums. She kept the same odd hours as me. The others managed to find work on a routine schedule. Think-driving sanitation units, working the inbound tech support lines. Workaday, like regular humans. Safe.
Not us. We were always-on. It had been that way in the Gideon pilot pod, when we were all wired together, our minds fused into a single mosaic. I was intuition, stay a step-ahead of the enemy, guessing the next ten moves.
She was the logic center. She did the math. She was a cascade of formulae, speaking in burn calculations, fire rates, weapon heat signature ratios. She gave me the info I needed to make my lucky guesses.
The others got downtime during the long burns, then activated for combat. Not us. We were always-on.
Somewhere along the line, we got too old. All Gideon children get too old. Too big for the pods, too slow to adapt to the upgra
Grommets for HangingThe buildings so tightly packed that the roofs became a city unto themselves, new roofs erected from detritus hauled up from the streets below, built by human versions of same. Old rooftop was floor space now, shingled and tar-papered carpet subfloor under layers of cardboard bedding and lean-tos and currogated shacks thrown up against exhaust vents. The sun was blocked by endless tarpaulin of vinyl sheeting stitched with baling wire and shoestring and power cables from obsolete machines, held aloft by whatever the roof dwellers could prop up.Grommets for Hanging by Memnalar
Cymbal was picking mushrooms under the blue light cast from noon sun filtered through the vinyl overhead. It had once hung on a commercial blimp advertising perfume, clear blue water in a crystal vial fashioned to look like intertwined lovers. Now the blue lovers were mildewed. Cymbal wiped dung from her gloves and hoisted her bag of harvest. It was lighter than she'd like.
She felt a furry brush at her ankle, and an impatient mreaow. Pud
Trunk LineI watched the secondary pressure dial climb, ever closer to the primary. I kicked the lock away from the lever in the floor, the only one in the cabin unmarred from constant use.Trunk Line by Memnalar
"You sure about this?" I asked her. Hundredth time, easy. "You damned sure?"
She rumbled under me. Four blasts on the whistle, her assent. Firebox glowed as she primed her flames.
Didn't need me anymore.
Cabin door clanged open. Frost blew in like his namesake, slammed the door behind him, wheeled the seals closed. I glanced back at him.
"Took one in the shoulder. Drones can't aim for shit. We're holding them two cars down from the coal, don't know how long we can keep them..."
"Don't need to now."
He looked at me. I looked at the firebox. She was beyond the need for coal. Beyond the need for greasy hands in black gloves on levers, squinted eyes poring over dials.
Primary and secondary matched. It was time.
I reached for the gleaming lever.
Frost yelled something, slammed into me as t
Prima NoctaIt doesn't happen how you think it does.Prima Nocta by Memnalar
You're probably strung out, ducked into the wrong alley to hit the pipe. It waited there, watching you, biding time until you were good and fucked before ripping a new hole in your throat. Maybe your thigh if it's in a rush. You spray out all over the wall, all over yourself, all over it. You just see yellow eyes, fucking foot-long tongue lapping you up, and then nothing.
But then, something. Maybe you smell dogshit, old take-out containers, dried-out tampons and whatever else people threw away along with you. You reach up and around, wipe the maggots off your face. You find a door up there, push it open. Daylight. It feels like a blowtorch on your hand, and you smell your skin bubbling away as the lid falls closed.
No, you didn't smell it. You tasted it. Tasted your skin burning, just like you're tasting this dumpster and the filth you're swimming in.
Maybe you sleep.
Maybe you wake up just in time to hear the truck grab hold of your roac
crystallineCounting dayscrystalline by Memnalar
but not the other guy
ark nemesisCame out of the sand,ark nemesis by Memnalar
wind blowing hot
ruffling his hat brim
They had wings, we thought,
but the Good Book
never said anything about that.
Just a long chain
A long chain,
A chain as long as we've been here
crawling across His skin
A long chain,
holding a big box
on his back,
if you've a mind
Along his chest,
He pulled it,
in each claw,
and he dared the horizon
you Sons of
And as we started,
rats, crawling over the dirt
for a dark hole away from
by one he raised his hands
and turned that wheel
amidst the gun
never running dry
and the box on his back
held there by the chain,
every link our lives,
put there since the start,
every link we died
until the box was full.
And then one day,
one drunk in a dark room
encased by clay
wrote it down as a flood
when two by two every beast of the
Devious Minds: MemnalarDiscovering what makes us devious.Devious Minds: Memnalar by PurpelBlur
How did you first discover deviantART?
I was running searches for fantasy art, and more than a few of the best results came from this place. So I started looking around.
What was it about dA that made you want to stay?
I needed a new creative outlet after my RPG group folded, and wanted to get back into writing again. I was toying with a few story ideas around the time I found this site (my search for fantasy art was a search for visual inspiration). Then, I discovered that people were posting writing here, and more than that, there was a whole community built around the idea.
So, I started posting some writing, reading other people's stuff, but things didn't quite take off for me until I discovered groups like Writers-Workshop and TheWritersMeow. It wasn't until I started posting writing in those groups that I started to get some kind of audience. I quickly fou
The Little ThingsSo I went to feed my dog this morning, and the bowl slipped from my hands.
Metal dog bowl goes ring-a-ding-dinging around the kitchen floor like a pinball, kibble spraying EVERYWHERE. After it comes to rest me and the dog lock eyes. She is confused, anxious, ears down. This is not how things normally work.
No worries, I got this! she seems to say as she goes to work, hoovering up dog kibble like a Roomba.
It’s amazing to watch her, how quickly she cleans up my mess, tail waving gently with concentration. In less than a minute she is done, sitting proudly where moments ago was chaos.
“Good dog,” I say, putting down some extra bonus food for her… this time in the bowl. The morning ritual is complete, she is fed, all is right in the world.
My dog is teaching me not to sweat the little things.
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Welcome to Halloween 2015
Welcome to Halloween 2015!
This year for Halloween, you have decided to try your hand at ghost hunting, and Palacio de la Muerte is calling your name. Palacio de la Muerte is a haunted house and grounds that lies just outside the bounds of your city. Nearby residents have reported hearing strange noises and seeing unnatural lights hovering over the area. And, the neighborhood has been abuzz about a couple of university students who entered the premises the previous Halloween and were never seen again. The thought of it sends chills down your spine.
Nevertheless, you are brave, you are ready, and you have nothing to lose. Grab your flashlight, and let's go!
How to play
As you go along your path, you will encounter four monsters and a score of characters who once lived in or around the mansion. You will not receive a list of who they are up-front; we will tell you who the first one is, and, as you progress, new characters wi
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New Sales! New Magazines! Happy Fall!Hi guys! I hope you loved Banned Books Month as much as I did! Holy wow there were so many fabulous guest posts at my author blog. And I learned a lot, even as someone who considers herself pretty knowledgeable about banned books and censorship.
Speaking of which, I had a really great time at this Banned Books Read-Out at Malvern Books, where I read a scandalous section of Deenie by Judy Blume. Here's a group photo courtesy of Stephanie Kipp McLain:
L-R: Mark Smith, Me, Andrew Hilbert, Tish Hinojosa, Sarah Bird, and Loriene Roy.
And here's me, just, you know, reading some Judy:
Photo by Stephanie Kipp McLain.
Woo banned books! The Read-Out was hosted by Malvern Books and
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Welcome to the to first annual Hungerature Games!
What are the Hungerature Games?A most ambitious test of literary fortitude! You'll be asked to perform literary feats you may never have been exposed to before, all in the name of glory (and a Super Group Subscription)!
How do the Hungerature Games work?The Hungerature Games are meant to be participated in by teams set up by different literature groups on DeviantART. Each group that signs up to participate will be expected to put together a dedicated team of 3-5 people to oversee participation in the challenges presented by the host (CRLiterature). The dedicated team MUST be admins of the group signing up and will be tasked with encouraging and keeping track of participation in the different challenges (i.e. advertising the challenge, providing links for where to find it, tracking who participates, etc.). The admins will be invited into CRLiterature in our temp admins category
October Book Club: SPOOK by Mary RoachHello, October! Pumpkin Spice lattes, colorful leaves, that crisp smell of fall in the air AND GHOSTS.
This month we're reading SPOOK by Mary Roach.
That's right, it's nonfiction. But it's about the science of ghosts. Mary Roach is an incredibly funny and fun-to-read author and we're sure you're going to adore her narrative style. Especially in SPOOK!
AND, because we can, we are partnering with Memnalar's All Hallow's Tales Contest 2015: GHOST STORY! If you participate in book club this month, you are eligible for super secret prizes at All Hallow's Tales! And, let's be real, when you've read SPOOK, and know everything ab
Our rockstar deviantIn June I asked for the community to show their love and support by suggesting a member they felt was an absolute rockstar here on Deviantart. Over the last 3 months I have gotten quite a few suggestions from you and the results were just awesome! But now the time has finally come to announce our rockstar deviant winner. As suggested and voted upon the most, our rockstar deviant of this year is no other than....
"I would like to nominate SRSmith for this, as I find him to be caring without being patronizing. When I was going through a shitty time, he'll always give good advices, and show concern without being fake about it. I think he responds to the comments he received in a nice way. Ove
Two Birds With One StoneThe thing about ghosts is, it's not the fact that they're dead or that they're breaking the boundary between worlds or going against the natural order of things that's actually scary about them. And it's not the fact that things move or go missing while you can see that nothing's touching them. I mean, yeah, it takes some getting used to – but there are rules and you can learn them. A different set of rules than ours, sure, but you once you get used to it it's as ordinary as, I don't know, traffic.
No, the actual problem with ghosts is the fear.
I don't mean the fear of the unknown, or anything. I mean they can just scare you for no reason. Turn on an uncanny switch. It's like dragonfear, except I've never seen or heard of a real dragon and I'm pretty sure it'd be impossible not to notice them if they were real. I mean, they're huge, they breathe fire (or acid or ice or – they breathe something, anyway), they fly, and anytime anyone gets within fi
House H(a)untingThe apparition raised its translucent arms and began to wail.
“I come from Hell! From Hell! From— Bloody hell.”
The spirit of Edmund Aspinall grabbed at his shroud as it headed downwards. He pulled it up round his shoulders again and wrapped it around his body.
“You don’t half feel the chill once you’re away from the flames of eternal damnation.”
Miss Amelia Gould, medium-slash-estate agent, nodded sympathetically and entered ‘Hell’ into the address box on the form.
She looked up to see Mr. Aspinall still rearranging his shroud. He smiled weakly.
“I apologise for the rather revealing attire. If I’d realised I was going to be wandering around like this for all eternity, I would have made sure my nearest and dearest had known to bury me in a pair of drawers.”
“Please don’t worry about it, Mr. Aspinall. I am a professional.” Miss Gould put the form to one side. “So, I take it you’r