What are your Literature Suggestions for dA? by sambeawesome, journal
What are your Literature Suggestions for dA?
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Hello everyone. The purpose of this journal is to gather suggestions from the members of this website on how the literature section could be improved. Let's compile a list of things that we all think would help improve literature on Deviantart.
No matter how small the idea or suggestion, POST IT. I will add it to this journal for everyone to see.
Suggestions:
-Stacked deviations for chapters. Have it so comments can be separate for each chapter.
-Have better protection for our text. I know it's pretty much impossible to completely protect, but I've seen websites where if you copy text from their page and paste it elsewhere, t
"Bolt, wake up!"
"Huh wha?" Bolt jolted awake, rubbing one of his tired eyes before glancing up at Jay, who was looming over him.
"You slept through the entire meeting," Jay said with a snicker. "You're lucky you're you, or else Striker probably would have shot you. Or chocked you with packing peanuts… Actually, I think he even considered it there for a moment."
"That so?" Bolt asked, settling back down into his chair. "Well, wake me up when you guys get done with the mission then."
"Yeah, you wish," Jay said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "You're coming too you know."
"What? But I can't!" Bolt protested, struggling t
"Hey baby, if I followed you home would you keep me?"
The brunette rolled her eyes and walked away. Just like the blonde before her, and the redhead before that. But, despite all of this, there was another blonde sitting at the bar that was looking pretty promising
And that's when he phone went off.
The man groaned and looked down at the screen of his beat-up flip phone, although he already knew who was calling. And, of course, he was right. Only one person had timing this bad.
He flipped open his phone and held it up to his ear. "Whad'dya want, Striker?"
"We have a job," a gruff voice answered on the other end. "Get to
Best. Prank. EVER. by FallingWithoutStyle, literature
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Best. Prank. EVER.
Bolt sat on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. Why was it that when he finally had time to watch TV, nothing good was on? Seriously, if he said that he was bored out of his mind that would have been the understatement of the century. Maybe if he called Striker he could talk him into giving him an extra mission or something.
Bolt reached for his phone and, just as he was about to pick it up, it began to ring. He quickly grabbed it, hit the answer button and held it up to his ear, not even bothering to check the caller ID.
"Striker, don't even ask," He said. "You don't have to. Whatever it is, I'll do it. Rig
Three hours. They had been in that helicopter for three God damn hours and they were still in the air. Needless to say, Bolt was not happy.
"Hey Bee, holding up alright?" Jay asked with a smirk, nudging Bolt in the side.
"Shuddup," Bolt muttered. He was gripping his harness so tightly his knuckles were turning white, and he was doing his best not to just curl up in a little ball.
"Ya' know, you're the only one here wearing one of them seatbelt things," Canteen teased.
"It's called a harness," Bolt snapped.
"Aw, guys, don't tease him," Domino said. "He can't help it that he's a total wimp."
Okay, that was it. Bolt had had eno