donkey81

Lewis Denby

19 Watchers21 Deviations

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

Comic Script: pages 1-8 by donkey81, literature

Literature

Comic Script: pages 1-8

PAGE 1 [full-page panel] Top-down, long-range view of a corpse lying on the pavement. Caption: HE WAS DEAD BEFORE HIS HEAD TOUCHED THE ASPHALT. PAGE 2 [two equal panels top, one full-width bottom] [top left] Close-up of a silver dagger, coated in blood. Caption: IT'S DEPRESSING WHEN IT COMES TO THIS. [top right] Close-up of the corpse's eye, grey and lifeless. Caption: I MIGHT BE A MONSTER… [bottom] A shadowy figure – Nathan – standing over the corpse. Undetermined angle and distance, but we cannot see his face. The setting of the whole comic should be near-future, dark and dingy, but not in a clichéd 'day-after-tomorrow

Local Time - Chapter One by donkey81, literature

Literature

Local Time - Chapter One

I don't believe in fortune. Not any more. When you've tasted your dreams then had everything taken away from you piece by piece, you start to lose that aspect of faith. I should have seen it, felt it, smelt it coming from a thousand miles away. From the beginning of the journey. From the moment everything started to turn sour. London, contrary to popular belief, is a wholly depressing place. It's widely regarded as the centre of the British social and cultural scene, and as such littered with opportunities and excitement. Instead, I found myself wishing, every second of every minute of every day, to be free from the place. I wanted t

The Thinker by donkey81, literature

Literature

The Thinker

It's like that dream I keep having. It's snowy and I'm in the mountains somewhere. It could be a scene out of one of those spy films or something because there are men with submachineguns and big dufflecoats patrolling all around. I'm not sure what the place is exactly but there's a metallic structure over there and I can see that it's some sort of facility. The snow's fairly light - the sort where you can actually see each individual flake as it drops peacefully to the ground. As the scene pans down I become aware that I'm not actually inside my own body and, as I look down upon myself, I realise to my horror that I'm not in control of anyt

A Glimpse by donkey81, literature

Literature

A Glimpse

When one looks up at the sky, Hargreaves noted, it is possible to see all kinds of wonders. The clouds stare back from their flight, glancing over the hilltops and plains and whatever other land form happens to pass below. At night, the stars wink knowingly at those who make the effort to sacrifice just a few seconds of their time for appreciation. The moon nods as it watches. An entire universe in a single glimpse. Hargreaves turned over onto his side and touched Mary on the shoulder. She tilted her head until her eyes levelled with his own, then, with a nervous and coy giggle, she spoke. 'It's a lovely evening.' Hargreaves frowned i

The Tree by donkey81, literature

Literature

The Tree

Today I climbed a tree. It was greened by moss And to touch It felt like a million velvet cushions Laced with water. I sat there for a while, Pondered, conversed with myself, And hummed A happy number to the skies. But as the tree fell down, Branches snapping like elderly bones And crumbling like the ashes Of a forgotten city, Only one thought crosses my mind: How the tree represents the very opposite Of all I stand tall for, Of all I believe. And in that moment, I hated the tree Conforming to the same old fashion And falling away from me.

When the Curtains Fell by donkey81, literature

Private Smiles by donkey81, literature

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

Life through an IM window by donkey81, literature

What If? by donkey81, literature

Literature

What If?

This was not right. Eric MacKay had always been a good, law-abiding citizen. One had to be, in such an age: a new era of extreme prejudice; a hellish dictatorship, where every man was guilty until having grovelled to prove his innocence. Any slight disobedience, any minor slip-up, and you could say "goodbye" to your freedom once and for all. MacKay knew this. He was innocent, of course, but any attempts to plead so would result in perverse laughter at best, further punishment at worst. It was not fair, by any stretch of rational imagination, but right now there was nothing MacKay could do, within the harsh boundaries of law, to correct

The Vile Trend of Pleasantries by donkey81, literature

Literature

The Vile Trend of Pleasantries

There's a nasty trend developing around these parts, a horrible, vile trend. And, as more and more people conform to such nonsense, I begin to grow concerned - worried, even. It's a craze intent on destroying the world of the arts, hell-bent on lowering the quality such creative beings aspire to. It's happening right under our very noses, yet instead of sniffing it out and burying it for good, we're just conforming to the masses. What is this horrible obsession? Being nice to people... You're right, I'm not a very pleasant person, but that's pretty much irrelevant: the issue in question doesn't have anything to do with manners, pleases

Life in a Dreamstate by donkey81, literature

Literature

Life in a Dreamstate

Someone once told him that dreams were an evaluation of real-life; an amalgamated collection of all that makes one tick, and all that one would desire. Whether or not this is true, he'll never know, and regardless, it seems a little philosophical for his liking. Still, at times of confusion, a phrase like that can provide for some interesting analysis. And his dream that night was a time of confusion. It starts, predictably enough, with teenage addiction of yearning, Sophie. She is in his dreams frequently, as per usual during the years of adolescent fantasy, but this time is different. She's stood in front of him, smile on her face Th

Suzie's Doll 1 by donkey81, literature

Literature

Suzie's Doll 1

Suzie picked up the doll and stared into its deep, firey eyes. She held it there, not breathing, beads of sweat seeping from her forehead... and she focused. She focused all her energy, all her soul, all her life into the eyes of the doll. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the stuffed torso with all her strength, a painstaking grimace materialising on her pale face. Focus, Suzie, focus. Focus. A flash of white. Suzie rocked backwards, momentarily startled by the sudden intensity. It was never usually that fast; on occasion, the first flashes had taken hours, not mere minutes. Regaining her composure, and forcing herself back into

Suzie's Doll 2 by donkey81, literature

Literature

Suzie's Doll 2

It was Suzie's fourth birthday. She sat on the floor, back propped up against the worn settee, as her wrinkled grandmother pressed her facial creases against Suzie's smooth complexion. Her grandmother was nearing her 70th birthday and was beginning to look her age: her hair paper-white, her skin saggy and worn. "Happy birthday, dear," she croaked from fifty years of smoking. She wasn't a three packs a day smoker, but her regular inhalations had nevertheless taken their toll on the lady. The tips of her fingers were stained mustard yellow, her teeth a shade between beige and brown, her lungs probably darker still. It was a miracle she wa

Letter to an Amazing Person by donkey81, literature

Fairy Dust by donkey81, literature

Literature

Fairy Dust

It's happened. Red flash, smoke rising above empty houses; The dust of Disenchanted fairies Falls gently and settles on the claret-soaked ground. How presumptuous, of one, To think that before That ironic proposal would become etched in slate For all forthcoming years. But as the flakes descend, He becomes one, falling, And in the moment he can see, wide open Eyes, 20:20, And everything is a blur. The truth, The lies, The ignorance, greed, malice and corruption of humanity. And then he hits the ground and stands up. The world has fallen apart.

Rays of Red Sun by donkey81, literature

Literature

Rays of Red Sun

The sun lay beneath the horizon, casting a faint glow into the navy skies. Around the town, the surge of people in the early morning pedestrian rush-hour had diminished into an infrequent stir, with the last few heavy-goers heading home for rest before the morning sun established its place high in the sky. It would be an intensely hot day, still as a rock yet thriving with people. For now, the night air was still dominant, and the climate remained pleasantly cool. Accompanying ine awakening sun, a flourescence of neon and streetside lighting cast a soft illumination on the area. Greens merged with yellows, purples mingled with reds, whil

Watchers 19

See all

bonzaialsatian

flargle

SoundNinja

BankruptTherapy

the-frog

Imbri

Rocky135

panyarroz

digitalphilosophy

PsYcHo-MaN

Geesus-has-a-posse

Chaz-g

Watching 31

See all

bonzaialsatian

flargle

icarusxfalls

parisinflames

theONLYdevildog

SoundNinja

BankruptTherapy

Imbri

ts2master

the-frog

Rocky135

PsYcHo-MaN

panyarroz

minkey-boodle

Lex-Man

Collection

Favourites

See all

Lifer by i-like-cemeteries, literature

Literature

Lifer

She slowly sat forward on the chaise and looked him dead in the eye."Have you ever felt like you're being suffocated? Like things are slowly closing in around you and there is nothing you can do about it? And I mean NOTHING?" She looked for understanding in his blank face. "Well that's how I feel here every day. It gets worse and worse with each passing hour." "Surely you're exaggerating. It can't be that bad." Even as he spoke, he showed no emotions. She could see it was too late for him. She didn't want that for herself. She didn't want to be dead yet alive. "You don't get it. It's too late for you." She wanted to walk out of the

girl with no face by parisinflames, literature

Literature

girl with no face

I use to know a girl with no face. She wasn't born that way, though. Her face was filled with gems at one point. Her lips were pixie pink with flecks of pearl. Her eyes were rings of amber and centers of onyx - god, I envied those eyes. I used to close my plain old boring brown eyes and dream about having those odd eyes. Her skin was dark peach with little pieces of diamonds floating on top, barely visible. She would walk down the hallways, head bent in fear of the lights catching the beveled edges of her treasure chest face. Once the greedy people caught wind of her million-dollar face they began to take and take and take. At nights they wo

Screenplay: Untitled as of now by theONLYdevildog, literature

As the Sun Rises by winters-touch, literature

Prime Time Loser by toni667, literature

Someone by dormir, literature

Fred's Last moments- Revised by XiasiaDeigo, literature

Literature

Fred's Last moments- Revised

"It's six o'clock and we will be bringing you more local news in the next half hour right after this." The television blared at an ungodly hour of that Friday morning. Grabbing the remote, selecting a lower volume setting, I jumped out of my bed, immediately feeling my foot step in dog vomit. Having heard Freddy do this a few times during the night, I chose my steps carefully as I moved to the light switch. Freddy, lying on the floor next to my dresser, blearily moved her eyes up to look at me before closing them again. I moved onto my knees, talking softly to her. "Good morning sweeite. Feeling any better?" I asked while petting her back. Sh

Deviation Spotlight

Local Time - Chapter One by donkey81, literature

Literature

Local Time - Chapter One

donkey81

About donkey81

See all

United Kingdom
Deviant for 20 years
lewisdenby.blogspot.com
He / Him

Badges

My Bio

Current Residence: Leeds, UK

Other Interests

Music, art, writing, literature, videogames, film, absolutely anything with heart.

Posts

See all

donkey81

Aug 18, 2005

Erm...

0 min read

Bloody hell, I'd have thought at least *someone* would be interested to see what happened...

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

donkey81

Aug 16, 2005

An Invitation

0 min read

Right. An invitation for anyone. Due to an utter lack of creativity on my own part, I've decided to write a series of short pieces based on any titles people can think of. Give me a title, and I'll write a piece with it. So, get cracking. I'm cross-posting this at RYL and http://mrcharming.blogspot.com. Have fun.

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

donkey81

Sep 29, 2004

more squeaking noises

0 min read

Eeep, what the hell happened? Timewarp, work, meh meh meh.  Now working at Room Thirteen with the lovely Nef - whom, incidentally, you should check out the DevArt page of, linked to here, because she's bloody talented. Anyway, excuses excuses, I'll be shoving stuff on DA a bit more often, honest.

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

Profile Comments 27

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

privacypage

Jul 25, 2008

Multum does help at such an important that done zyprexa for ect treatments, allegra from significant interactions, dr. Initial dosage celexa was told about the disintegrating tablets contain phenylalanine.