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How to submit:
Go to the "submit deviation" button at the top of our page. If you want to contribute an older artwork from you gallery, go inside our gallery and click the "submit a deviation to this gallery" button at the top of the page, then select "contribute existing deviation". YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SUBMIT FOUR DEVIATIONS PER MONTH. Additional images will not be accepted.
All submissions are put to vote so an admin may look over the submission first to be sure it is suitable for the club, so please be patient as there will be a slight delay as the admins review the piece of work.
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A Halliwell's HalloweenUnderneath the San Francisco National Cemetery the Necromancer inspected his new recruits. It wasn’t a bad harvest this year; most of his crew was relatively fresh so they still had muscle on their bones and didn’t smell too horrible. He just wished there weren’t so many old people. In this country not enough fit young men had been struck by Death. Then again, in other countries most of the young men either died from disease or starvation or had various limbs blown off so it was a bit of a trade off. However, if tonight’s plan went off without a hitch there would be plenty of fine young men at his disposal to assassinate the Twice Blessed son of a Charmed One.A Halliwell's Halloween by *Charmed-Ravenclaw
The Necromancer had never been a particularly ambitious sorcerer; he had always been pushed, bullied and threatened into doing another demon’s bidding. His existence was tolerable but of course the fatal flaw of every creature living in the Underworld was the desire for power and respect. If he assas
I Love You So Much MomChris normally spent his Sunday mornings sleeping in and taking advantage of the reprieve from waking up early for school. However, today he couldn’t wait to get up. This Sunday was Mother’s Day and today Leo, Wyatt and Chris were going to make Piper breakfast in bed as a present. He wanted to make sure he woke up early for it, so as a result he was too excited to go to sleep last night. That was okay though; an eight-year-old running on adrenaline had enough energy for anything. As soon as the first few rays of sunlight peeked into his bedroom window he immediately threw back the sheets and bounded to Wyatt’s room.I Love You So Much Mom by *Charmed-Ravenclaw
Chris only had to knock on the door twice before a sleepy-eyed Wyatt opened the door, rubbing his eyes. Adult steps practically thundered down the corridor and he turned to see his father winking at him. Leo put a finger to his lips and the three of them headed towards the kitchen.
“So, what should we make Mommy for breakfast?” he asked.
The ArtistThe Artist by *Charmed-Ravenclaw
Perdido beach looked like a warzone that had suffered the wrath of Zeus himself. It was hard to believe that this was a part of middle class America. Smoke and ash rose with the sun over the charred remains of homes that occasionally creaked and snapped. The air carried that thick smoky smell as well as a trace of the gasoline the arsonists had used to light the fires. Survivors scrounging around for anything valuable or useful were stained black like a population of chimney sweeps from ‘Oliver Twist’.
Rodger had promised himself to read that book to Justin a while ago. However Justin had preferred other children’s books like ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ and ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ over the classic that was, albeit, a bit wordy sometimes. Now Justin was standing over the remains of his home, clutching half of his burnt blankie. Scorched scraps from photo albums fluttered around his feet.
“Daddy is going to be so mad when he get
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