dALinkSystem

The Link System

Founded

Years Ago

1.6K

Members

1.3K

Watchers

Gallery

THE LINK SYSTEM RESOURCES

10 deviations

Gifts for the System

17 deviations

Photography

2621 deviations

Manipulations

250 deviations

Literature

Sacrifices

"It's good to hear your voice, Juliana." "Feeling isn't quite mutual." I could feel him shift uncomfortably, but he didn't face me. My shadow loomed over him as I walked towards the dresser. I was glad I had hacked into the sensors and lights before even coming inside. He wouldn't have wanted to see my face, or what was left of it. "He looks nice in this vid, if a bit scruffy," I paused as the soft hum of the electronics inside the vid-frame lit up the screen, playing a video of Richard and his husband someplace warm. "You both look happy," it felt heavy in my hand as I turned it over, "Recent?" "Uh, yeah? Month or so ago?" his voice tra

Literature

382 deviations

Fractals

325 deviations

Traditional Art

275 deviations

Digital Art

357 deviations

Stock

28 deviations

Miscellaneous

111 deviations

Tutorials

12 deviations

Affiliates

129 deviations

Sacrifices by HugQueen, literature

Literature

Sacrifices

Father and Daughter by CaseyJewels, literature

Literature

Father and Daughter

Don Wei didn’t know the first thing about being a father. He reflected on this during the short trip home to Earth, as Eva lay against him, saying nothing. He reflected on this as the Avatar’s ship set them down on Earth, he moving to protect Eva from the rain. He reflected on this as they dropped Koji and Stan off, watching as Eva waved goodbye with teary eyes. He reflected on this as he and Eva drove home in silence. He glanced at her as she stared out the window, and he knew she was thinking of Jordan, and of the other friends she had left behind. She had said little during the meeting with Earth’s President, and he knew

Writer's Tag by CaseyJewels, literature

Literature

Writer's Tag

1. Do you write short stories? Novels? Series? Novellas? 2. Do you write in chapters? Or break it up into chapters later? 3. Are you an outliner? A panster? A mix? 4. Do you have a genre in mind when starting a story? Or do you figure it out as you go? 5. Favorite genre to write in? 6. Do you read in your genre? 7. Favorite themes to write about? Why? 8. What age group do you write for? 9. Do you write with pen and paper? Word? Another way/program? 10. If traditionally, what brand of pen/pencil do you use? 11. Do you listen to music when you write? What kind? 12. Where do you find inspiration? 13. What do you do when you’re

The Wisdom of Plants by tanya3286, literature

Literature

The Wisdom of Plants

There's something about bamboo trees that lends to its air of tranquility and serenity. In many parts of Asia, some species of bamboo are considered lucky, and coveted as a symbol of status and prosperity. However what is most charming about it is perhaps the gentle rustling sound of the leaves as the wind moves through them, turning the spindle like leaves about, as it spins around like the strips of a child's wind wheel. Bamboo is a plant that is also associated with wisdom and patience. There is a story of a desperate farmer for whom nothing was going right. One day he sees a man selling seeds of the bamboo, which he claimed would provide

Fragmented by CaseyJewels, literature

Literature

Fragmented

"Truth is rarely pure and never simple.” - Oscar Wilde The falls thundered on, heedless of time as it marched forward and back. Thomas flew towards them in the darkness of the new moon, his mismatched eyes of blue and yellow never wavering from his sanctuary. The thought of the falls were all that had kept him going through the long hours of flight. Nothing else mattered—not his sore muscles, and not his fragmented mind and soul. As he drew near, the mountainous land opened up below him: a small lake meandered around the curves of the land, its surface still except where it met the falls. The falls—a wall of pounding white

Twilight by tanya3286, literature

Ye Olde Farmhouse by Steve-C2, literature

Literature

Ye Olde Farmhouse

The listing online had our attention. “Farm house, built 1800. Updated kitchen and bathroom. New vinyl windows. $55,000.00” Since we were new to the housing market, and this would be the first house we saw, I'm sure our naive exuberance can be excused. On finding the listing, my wife and I were ecstatic. The house was within our budget range, and seemed to have more than enough space. It listed three bedrooms, one bath, and a partial basement on a field stone foundation. My wife had asked what a field stone foundation was; I explained it was a foundation made from stones unearthed from the field as it was tilled. Based on the

Here Comes the Storm by somethingzenzen, literature

Literature

Here Comes the Storm

Although the air is still and warm, Clouds announce a coming storm; Traveling east toward the shore, Turning seas once still and blue Into a black and frothing brew, Transforming light to dark once more. What angry god, gone unappeased, Now sends his wrath? And what rough beast, Its hour come, takes on this form? We ask these questions as we pray For mercy on this dismal day— But vainly, for here comes the storm.

Rue by RageOfFluffy, literature

2 3

39 Next