Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Christian Cooper23/Male/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 5 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 55 Deviations 302 Comments 3,819 Pageviews
×

Favourites

The Biting Pear of Salamanca by ursulav The Biting Pear of Salamanca :iconursulav:ursulav 21,266 5,091 Burning Bright by TheMeekWarrior Burning Bright :iconthemeekwarrior:TheMeekWarrior 41 8 Elf in Sun Dress by RoninDude Elf in Sun Dress :iconronindude:RoninDude 1,754 184 Avatar Dawn by Andres2610 Avatar Dawn :iconandres2610:Andres2610 97 11 howl by vampire-zombie howl :iconvampire-zombie:vampire-zombie 190 14 Pokemon GO! Meme by xXAlice-YakumoXx Pokemon GO! Meme :iconxxalice-yakumoxx:xXAlice-YakumoXx 2 5 Not a Dinosaur. by JPLover764 Not a Dinosaur. :iconjplover764:JPLover764 116 78 Erylia is tired now by MLeth Erylia is tired now :iconmleth:MLeth 1,237 70
Journal
I AM A CHRISTIAN
Yes, I am a Christian
No, I don't hate gays/lesbians
No, I won't shove a Bible down your throat
 
No I won't tell Non-Christians they'll go to hell
 
And no, am not better than anyone else I was saved by the almighty king and was put on this planet to love him and the people he made and to share the gospel.     Written by: Unknown
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Christians should be loving and understanding, welcoming god's creations and Non-Christians with open arms and judgement-free helping them and guide them to the light of god. Am a proud to be a Christian, and am not afraid to say so I will always love god only god and no other god pass this around to show how much you love god!!      
 
:iconAlexVoicer001:AlexVoicer001
:iconalexvoicer001:AlexVoicer001 33 70
Mermaids are lame by MLeth Mermaids are lame :iconmleth:MLeth 972 137 To Give Us Hope, He Rose by Jessica-Rae-3 To Give Us Hope, He Rose :iconjessica-rae-3:Jessica-Rae-3 37 0 Happy Birthday Dickard T by RoFlo-Felorez Happy Birthday Dickard T :iconroflo-felorez:RoFlo-Felorez 135 79 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grump by HewyToonmore You're A Mean One, Mr. Grump :iconhewytoonmore:HewyToonmore 176 148 PKMN Fanart - My Own Amour fankid Ace and Arlina by Aquamimi123 PKMN Fanart - My Own Amour fankid Ace and Arlina :iconaquamimi123:Aquamimi123 78 51 Sam and Tanya Kisses by Jessica-Rae-3 Sam and Tanya Kisses :iconjessica-rae-3:Jessica-Rae-3 57 23
Literature
Cuddling
He walked into the apartment to see that she had fallen asleep on the couch again like she did almost every time he came home late except for on Fridays, which is why it made him curious. He checked his watch to make sure that he wasn't mistaken and saw that it really was 11:43 on a Friday night. As he looked over at the sleeping woman, his wife, his lover, and his best friend, he smiled. She was beautiful in the low light of the little lamp that sat on the end table beside the couch she slept on. It was early for her to be asleep on a Friday night, or any night for that matter, but he was glad to see her sleeping because most other nights she had so much trouble doing it. She couldn't fall asleep, and when she did, she had nightmares. He kneeled down to look at her to see if she was peacefully sleeping and lo and behold, as he looked at her still form he saw that she was more peaceful and more beautiful than he'd ever imagined.
"I love you" he whispered as he kissed her lightly on the
:iconAlixandria:Alixandria
:iconalixandria:Alixandria 15 23

Newest Deviations

Literature
Befriending a Dragon (after-credits)
Sharpsburg, Maryland, United States of America
September 18, 1862
    Limping through the military camp with my crutches, I see the aftermath of our victory yesterday. Privates patting each other on the back, a black gentleman giving an eye-witness testimony to a sergeant, soldiers mourning their fallen brethren, two guys carrying a soldier with both his legs injured. It was bittersweet. Victory was finally within range, but one must still respect the cost.
    Finally I find the tent I'm looking for. I approach the entrance with a private guarding it. I'm one rank above him, so he salutes and says "Sir."
    "At ease," I reply as I salute back. After he stands aside, I walk in to find a middle-aged man behind a table. He's relatively tan-skinned with a thick mustache, a long-sleeved white shirt with a black vest, and beige pants. "Mr. Kartal?"
    "Yes," he says with his thick- I'm guessing either eastern European or western Asian- accent as we
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 3 0
Literature
Befriending a Dragon (part 3 of 3)
WARNING: READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST (again)
Culpeper, Virginia, Confederate States of America
August 10, 1862
    "Come, now. That can't be all you know." he says in his thick Alabaman accent.
    I don't say anything.
    "What else do you have to tell me?"
    I huff and repeat again "I'm Private First Class Douglas Chromworth, born July 1, 1843." In the Marines, that's what we're taught to do. If we're captured as prisoners of war, we can only tell them our name, rank, and date of birth.
    The sergeant sighs and looks at the guard standing by the opening in the tent. The guard only purses his lips and looks to the side awkwardly. The sergeant looks back at me. Kneeling down, because I'm tied to my seat, he looks at my leg, with a splint and a bullet in my shin. He takes a quick glance at me before taking his index finger and shoving it right into the bullet hole.
    I grit my teeth and grunt, trying not to cry out
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 6 0
Literature
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 22 (redo WIP)
Surveillance Camera 09
12:15 PM 06/07/18
(Sam and Claire are sitting in the conference room)
[Sam] Come on! There's gotta be some way we can get her out too!
[Claire] I'm sorry. Even if I were to trust her, nobody else in the organization would.
[Sam] She'll be safe to have around if she sees me again. She trusts me!
[Claire] Mr. Lanford, I've seen your vlogs. Including the one you filmed the day before you escaped.
[Sam] (pauses to remember which vlog that is, then sighs) Could I have some time to think about it?
[Claire] I don't mean to rush you, but I'm going to need a response by 7:00 PM tonight.
[Sam] Alright. Thank you.
[Sam and Claire] (stand up and shake hands before they leave)
Skype
12:30 PM 06/07/18
[Sam] (takes a deep breath as he waits for the person on the other end to respond)
[Tanya] (her face pops up on the screen) Sam!
[Sam] Hey!
[Tanya] Oh, it's so good to see you! How have you been?
[Sam] Well, trying to get a job. And a GED.
[Tanya] Aw.
[Sam] Yeah. So listen, there
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 1
Guess the show! #1 by schooldoorholder Guess the show! #1 :iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 0 0 It vs It by schooldoorholder It vs It :iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 9 0 What Should I Draw? - 1 by schooldoorholder What Should I Draw? - 1 :iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 0
Literature
Befriending a Dragon (part 2 of 3)
Baltimore, Maryland, United States of America
August 5, 1861
     I stepped through the bushes into the clearing. Turning around to see the city in the distance, I remember seeing this view exactly one week ago. The day I first saw Adsila.
     Shortly after I got back from this spot, I reunited with Rose and Grandma Kate and we hugged and celebrated the fact that I was okay. I also told them about Adsila after I made them promise not to tell anybody. Needless to say, they thought I was drawing a long bow. Grandma said she didn't even see the need tell anybody her grandson befriended something from Cherokee legend. And Rose laughed, saying the temptation to tell all her friends was terrible.
     After that, I went to the military post and let them know I was okay. When they asked me how I can see when somebody had reported seeing shrapnel fly into my eyes, I just told them I didn't know. So I'm supposed to report to the post tomorrow and we
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 5 0
Literature
Befriending a Dragon
WARNING: READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST
Bull Run, Virginia, Confederate States of America
July 21, 1861
     Here we go. We are invading the South. My heart is pounding. War had just broken out, and I and my fellow privates didn't have much experience in combat, and neither did General McDowell. I reflect on stories my great grandfather told me when I was little about when he was fighting the British when he was my age, which make me all the more nervous. I miss him a lot, but I'm also thankful that he didn't live to see the country he fought to free fall apart so disastrously.
     My name is Douglas. Private Douglas Chromworth, United States Marine Corps. I enlisted earlier this month when I had just turned eighteen, just as Congress authorized a mass emergency recruitment of men for the Armed Forces. And since I live in Maryland with my sister Rose and grandmother Kate, we got word of it a lot sooner than most Americans, and so I was one of the first
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 21 7
Literature
Pokemon GO S1E2: A Day at the Zoo
     Luna and Raichu stepped off the plane into the morning sun. They both yawned and stretched and gazed upon the mostly hilly and forested landscape with a small mountain range in the distance.
     "Here we are. In the Niantic region!" She looked to the right and saw a city a few miles away. "And there's Cedar City." She took a ball out and called out Charlie, who then stood at Luna's side opposite of Raichu. "This is the dawn of a new era. The era of POKEMON MASTER LUNA KETCHUM!" she declared as she struck a glorious pose, oblivious to the couple looking at her awkwardly as they departed from the plane. Charlie and Raichu nervously rubbed their heads as the couple walked away.
     Luna continued "Ready, Charlie? Raichu?" Overly confident though she could be at times, she could still bring joy to those two Pokemon.
     "Charmander!"
     "Raichu!"
     The three walked through the forest just
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 0 0
Literature
Pokemon GO S1E1: Next Generation
     "Luna!"
     Luna woke up to see her mother Serena at the door to her room. "Mhm..." Luna muttered.
     "Wake up. Remember you have your starter meeting with Professor Oak today,"
     Luna opened her eyes. Though she wasn't a morning person, she had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Ever since she saw her father Ash win in the Tajir League when she was four, she had her heart set on making sure that would be her someday. Her parents even let her practice with their Pokemon. And this was the day she would start her official training.
     They ate breakfast and started off for Professor Oak's lab. Ash was driving with Serena riding shotgun and Luna and Raichu in the back seat. Luna giggled as Raichu pushed his head into her hand as she scratched the top of his head. This was one of many reasons Luna was Raichu's number three favorite person; the second being Serena and the first Ash.
 
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 0
Literature
Pokemon GO: Prologue
Ten years after Pokemon: Sun and Moon
     Ash looked at himself in the mirror and straightened out his tie and touched up his own hair. His longtime friend Brock came in wearing a tuxedo similar to the one Ash was wearing. "You ready for this?" Brock started.
     Ash took a deep breath and said "Yup."
     Brock looked at him curiously and said "I don't remember you being this nervous when you first competed in a League for the first time."
     Ash replied "Well... I don't know. I guess I'm afraid I'll mess up somehow."
     "Ash, I've seen you two together. You really seem to click, and she loves you more than anything. You won't mess this up."
     Ash smiled and said "Thanks, Brock." He took another deep breath and looked to the side and said "Ready, Raichu?"
     A Raichu stepped through the doorway and said "Rai!"
     Years back, Ash's Pikachu had finally evo
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 5 4
Literature
TLP:JW Bonus: Thankful
Long Beach, California, United States of America
July 9, 2018
    Tanya woke up to the sound of the alarm on her phone and sighed. She hated Mondays. She reached over to her phone and turned off the alarm. Groaning, she sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. She had an inkling that this was going to be a bad day, until she looked at the twenty-year-old man asleep at her right and smiled.
    A week after that ordeal on Isla Nublar, she had gotten a call from Sam saying he had been offered a job by a "zoological company" in Los Angeles and he, having gained some confidence, decided to ask Tanya out. Ecstatic, Tanya said yes and asked where he'd be staying. Sam said he had just gotten back from the job interview and he still had to look into apartments. Tanya, reminding Sam that rent in Southern California was crazy expensive, offered to let him stay with her until he earned enough to afford an apartment. Sam agreed, and two weeks later they ran into each other's arms
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 0
Literature
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 22 (ending)
Surveillance Camera 09
12:00 PM 05/24/18
[Sam] (walks into the conference room and sits down)
A minute later
[Claire] (walks in and sticks out her hand) Mr. Lanford. It's good to meet you!
[Sam] (stands up and shakes her hand) Good to meet you too, Mrs., um...
[Claire] MISS Dearing. Well, (cracks a smile and holds up her hand, revealing a ring on her ring finger) soon-to-be Mrs. Grady!
[Sam] Awesome! Congrats!
[Claire] Thanks. (sits down)
[Sam] (sits down) So, I got a call from InGen saying the former park operations manager of Jurassic World wanted to meet with me about something?
[Claire] (takes out a sheet of paper) Yes. But first, I'll need you to sign this. (gives it to Sam) In signing this, you'll be agreeing to tell nobody of what I tell you in this meeting. I'm about to reveal top-secret information.
[Sam] Alright. (looks over the document and then signs it and gives it back to Claire)
[Claire] And I'm a notary, so I'll be signing this. (signs the document and puts it away) Now
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 12
Literature
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 21
Video Log 837
May 17, 2018
    Hello one more time. Right now, I'm at the airport just outside my hometown waiting to meet my parents and Jeff.
    Last night, I woke up to hear Tanya screaming. I ran to her room to find her sitting up in her bed, shaking like a leaf. She looked at me and reached her arms out for me. I went over to the bed and sat down by her and we hugged. She cried. I started to as well. I got nightmares and night terrors all the time when I was marooned, so I understood what she was going through right there. She started to calm down as I cradled her in my arms. I stroked her head and said "It's okay. It's over."
    She breathed deeply and said "Thank you."
    The irony of the situation got me. This fearless warrior who tackled an allosaur and LITERALLY dove into an i-rex to rescue me was being subdued by a mere mental sensation. It kind of puts into perspective how fragile even the most invincible of us are.
    I
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 0
Literature
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 20
Video Log 836
May 16, 2018
    Hello again. So as you may notice, the room I'm in is different from the one I usually film in. And you are not going to believe what happened...
    About 6:30 this morning, about two and a half hours before we needed to be at the helipad, I was asleep. I woke up hearing Tanya call "Sam?"
    "Yeah?" I called back.
    "You might need to look at this."
    I got up and walked to Tanya's room. She pointed out the window and I looked. In front of the hotel, there was the entire pride of allosaurs, which had grown over the past couple years to about thirteen at this point; and they were following Attila. Yesterday when I saw him; he was searching me out. Julius stepped forward, looked up, and bellowed really loudly. It sounded exactly like when Cleo bellowed before she and Blue fought.
    Julius had just challenged me.
    "What are they doing?" Tanya asked.
    I explained to
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 1 0
Literature
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 19
Video Log 835
May 15, 2018
    (Sam has red spots all over his skin. He looks at camera angrily and grunts) It happened. It finally happened.
    This morning I met with Indira. She had already caught a Dryosaurus and she was about to eat when I stopped by to say hi. She signed "Can we talk for a moment?"
    I said "Sure."
    We both sat down and Indira started "I've noticed something different. This whole time I thought you and I were the same, but you're a lot more like Tanya and I'm a lot more like the raptors. How is that? Is there something I should know?"
    I knew this moment was coming, but I've never really prepared myself for it. I wasn't ready to tell her. I said "I can't talk about it."
    Indira replied "Why not?"
    I said "I just can't" and I turned and walked away. Indira signed something, but I didn't see it. I walked away, even as I heard her grunt trying to get my attention.
    As I
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder
:iconschooldoorholder:schooldoorholder 3 0

Groups

Activity


Sharpsburg, Maryland, United States of America
September 18, 1862

    Limping through the military camp with my crutches, I see the aftermath of our victory yesterday. Privates patting each other on the back, a black gentleman giving an eye-witness testimony to a sergeant, soldiers mourning their fallen brethren, two guys carrying a soldier with both his legs injured. It was bittersweet. Victory was finally within range, but one must still respect the cost.
    Finally I find the tent I'm looking for. I approach the entrance with a private guarding it. I'm one rank above him, so he salutes and says "Sir."
    "At ease," I reply as I salute back. After he stands aside, I walk in to find a middle-aged man behind a table. He's relatively tan-skinned with a thick mustache, a long-sleeved white shirt with a black vest, and beige pants. "Mr. Kartal?"
    "Yes," he says with his thick- I'm guessing either eastern European or western Asian- accent as we shake hands. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Chromworth."
    "You too. Did you travel far to get here?"
    "Yes. I'm from the Ottoman Empire."
    "Ottoman Empire... where's that?"
    "It's in the Middle East and Europe." We both sit down at the table. "So. As a wealthy businessman, I have clients in quite a few countries, including here. So typically I'm aware of unusual events that happen elsewhere in the world. And one recent event had to do with you. I presume you've heard of an indigenous legend called 'tsulahili'."
    Oh dear. Word must have gotten out after that incident at Culpeper. "I've heard of it," I say.
    "Do you believe they exist?"
    "Can't say I do."
    "So you have yet to see one?"
    "Yup."
    Kartal looks at me like he doesn't believe me. "Well, suppose you were to find a creature that rare. You wouldn't think that would be the only one, would you?"
    "Where there's one lizard-bird-thing, I'd assume there'd be another."
    "That's not quite what I meant." He then pulls out a big scrapbook and sets it on the table. "One venture I've taken on is the study of extremely rare animals; so rare that most people doubt whether they even exist. An animal of this nature is what I've come to call a 'therium', after the Greek word for 'beast'. And I assure you; the tsulahili aren't the only ones."
    Kartal passes the book to me. I flip through it, half expecting to see just pictures of European and Asian dragons. But what I see in this book shocks me.
WARNING: READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST (again)

Culpeper, Virginia, Confederate States of America
August 10, 1862

    "Come, now. That can't be all you know." he says in his thick Alabaman accent.
    I don't say anything.
    "What else do you have to tell me?"
    I huff and repeat again "I'm Private First Class Douglas Chromworth, born July 1, 1843." In the Marines, that's what we're taught to do. If we're captured as prisoners of war, we can only tell them our name, rank, and date of birth.
    The sergeant sighs and looks at the guard standing by the opening in the tent. The guard only purses his lips and looks to the side awkwardly. The sergeant looks back at me. Kneeling down, because I'm tied to my seat, he looks at my leg, with a splint and a bullet in my shin. He takes a quick glance at me before taking his index finger and shoving it right into the bullet hole.
    I grit my teeth and grunt, trying not to cry out.
    "What else do you know?" He asks again.
    I just shut my eyes and take a deep breath. He then twists his finger and presses harder, which finally elicits a shout from me. He does this for a few minutes, which feels like weeks to me. Finally he takes his finger out. I'm sweating and moaning at this point, and now my leg has started bleeding a lot again.
    The sergeant tells me "I'm going to get a towel to clean up this mess on your leg. In the meantime, I want you to think about what you think you're accomplishing by protecting those autocrats, and what you'll feel later if you don't stop it." He then turns to the guard and says "Keep an eye on him, will you?"
    "Yes, sir," the guard says with his Texan accent.
    With the sergeant gone, I'm left alone with the guard and my own thoughts. This searing pain in my leg reminds me of yesterday. Defending Culpeper didn't go well at all. We were outnumbered over two to one and, as usual, we lost more than they did. I'm worried that the United States might not win this war. And I'm starting to have contempt for the South now. All this just to keep their slaves and save some money.
    And then I look at the guard. He's looking at me with a mixed expression on his face. Kind of like he's telling himself that he'll shoot me if he needs to, but he also doesn't know if he can. I also notice his hands are trembling as he's holding his weapon. I start to sympathize with him. Odds are, he's not fighting for the glory of the South or just out of spite against Washington, like some of his comrades. He probably doesn't have anywhere else to go, or maybe he's just trying to provide for his family.
    Just like me.

    I then hear a commotion outside. Some men are looking up and pointing. Apparently there's something circling the sky above the camp. Gradually, the troops start to get nervous, getting their weapons ready. Finally I hear interjections like "Oh my God!" and "What the hell??" I then hear a loud and deep thump, followed soon after by panic, horses neighing, and gunfire. This is accompanied by the roaring of a fire, and the roaring of a creature.
    I crack a smile, knowing exactly what's going on.
    The guard turns to look out the opening in the tent. We both see some guys running, some opening fire, and some barely clinging on to their fleeing horses. Finally we see a big blueish-green eye appear in the opening. The guard gasps as he stumbles backwards. Suddenly, the tent is peeled upwards away from us to reveal the twenty-foot-tall tsulahili beast that was raiding the camp. The one I had come to know and befriend. She sees me and the wound on my leg. She must think the guard did this, because she looks at him and snarls before bringing her claws on top of him, baring her fangs to finish him off.
    "ADSILA NO!!" I yell.
    She looks at me, and then at the panicked and hyperventilating guard at her mercy. She tightens her grip on him. "You're lucky he's here," she threatens before releasing him. "Untie him," she orders. The guard shakily nods before rushing to me and untying me.
    "Here," Adsila says much more calmly to me as she gently grabs me. As she lifts me up, I see four injured prisoners lying beside the tent. She reaches for them too, holding me and one other in one paw, two in another, and one in her prehensile tail. Leaning slightly backwards on her haunches, she starts flapping her wings.
    Oh no.
    She then launches herself forward into the air. I lose my breath as I watch the ground drop 20, 50, 100, and then 300 feet. As my ears pop, I hear the other prisoners shouting and panicking.
    The prisoner next to me in Adsila's paw tries shouting over the wind "What's going on?? Where's this thing taking us??"
    I say "She's getting us out of here. We're going to be alright."
    "How do you know that?"
    "Trust me." I look down again, seeing the forests zoom by below us. I gasp, burying my face into Adsila's paw and shutting my eyes. This is not helping my fear of heights.

    About ten minutes later, Adsila eases herself down in a clearing in a forest. She starts walking forward, on her knuckles so that she doesn't hurt us. A few minutes after that, we stop before another clearing in front of us, giving way to a settlement with what looks like a hospital. She loosens her paws and tail on us, gently setting us onto the ground, before arching her back in the air and gagging. I wonder what's wrong, until four more prisoners slide out her throat and into her mouth. I grimace as she uses her tongue to set them onto the ground. As one would expect, they're all panicking. One looks at her and shouts "NO! GET AWAY FROM US!" She ignores him and turns to me.
    "How did you know where to find me?" I ask as I sit up.
    "I didn't," she says. "I hadn't heard from you in a while, and I was worried. So I searched the area for prison camps. I'm kind of surprised you were in the first one I came across."
    I smile warmly and say "You're the best." She brings her head to me and I hug it.
    I then hear one man say with a faint German accent "Wait a minute. Are you friends with that thing?"
    Adsila replies "Yeah, and that thing can hear you, so watch it."
    The man looks down and says "Sorry."
    We all look and see some people outside the hospital. I turn to Adsila and I say "Thank you."
    She smiles and says "You're welcome. See you soon." She then turns towards the clearing and shouts "HEY! THERE ARE INJURED MEN HERE! WE NEED HELP!" The people turn towards us. But before they can spot Adsila, she turns and disappears into the forest.

    After we're all rushed into the hospital, doctors take a look at my leg. They call over another doctor, a middle aged woman with a name tag that says "Barton". She also takes a look at it. "There's a bullet still lodged in his tibia. Get me some vodka, a pair of medical pliers, and a wooden spoon." Another doctor gets them. She takes the vodka and pours a little onto the wound. I grunt at the stinging before she takes the spoon. "Open up," she says as she holds it in front of my face. I open my mouth before she sticks it in sideways. Two other doctors come and hold down both my legs. "Now listen carefully," she tells me, "this next part is really going to hurt, but you need to bear through it if you want to keep your leg." I nervously nod before she sticks the pliers in to fish out the bullet. It's all I can do to not exhale my own lungs as I clench my eyes and bite down hard on the spoon as I scream bloody murder.
    Later that day, I've finally settled down. My leg is now bullet-free and in a cast. Looking around, I see the other former prisoners in a similar state. There's also a preacher passing out bibles. He comes to me and says in his Irish accent "Would you like one?"
    "Sure," I smile as he hands me one of the bibles.
    "How are you feeling?"
    "Better. Still aching, but better."
    "That's good to hear. Is there anything else you need?"
    There is something that's been on my mind for over a year. Since there's a preacher in front of me, I think this is a good opportunity to ask about it. "Yeah," I say, "there's kind of a big question I have. Do you think you can help?"
    "I'll see what I can do."
    "So... suppose I were to write a story. A fantasy. There's a knight that's supposed to slay a dragon, but it turns out the dragon is nice. He befriends and later falls in love with this dragon. Would that be wrong? I feel like there's something in Scripture that says something against it."
    The preacher scrunches his eyebrows and looks to the side thoughtfully. "Well, it does say in Exodus not to have relations with animals."
    "But this dragon is... even though she's not human, she's still a person. She can think, she can talk, do math, even understand things only humans can, like God and faith. So she's not really an animal."
    He nods and says "Interesting. So... she's not a spirit being, is she?"
    "No. She has a spirit, but she's also flesh and bone like us."
    "Hm. Well, as long as it's a fantasy, then I don't see anything wrong with it. Animals and spirit beings are off limits, but something like this I don't think the Lord is against."
    I nod.
    He finishes "Take a look at 1 Corinthians 13. Pray about it, too"
    "Okay. Thanks."
    "You're welcome," he says before he leaves.
    I open my bible and turn to the chapter he recommended. It's mostly details about love and how anything we do is futile without it. But the last verse really got me: "And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity," charity meaning love. 
    "Hey," I hear a voice next to me say. I turn to see it's the German guy from earlier. He continues "The dragon in that fantasy story I overheard; is it actually the one that took us here?"
    I'm actually not sure what to tell him. This does seem kind of odd, and I'm still not sure whether it's okay.
    "It's alright," he says, "no judgement here. Just be sure to tell her that I and the others said thanks."
    "Sure thing," I say. "Also, do you think you could... not.."
    "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
    "Oh good. Thank you."

    A couple of weeks later I'm visiting Adsila at her cave again. The Marines gave me temporary leave to allow my leg to heal. I advised Adsila not to cure my leg by doing... that... because my leg healing in a matter of days would seem suspicious. And coupled with what happened to my eyes, somebody would be restlessly demanding to know what's going on. I've also been praying about the possibility of being in a relationship with Adsila, that God would tell me if it's okay. I mean, I suppose I have been getting some kind of... peace about it, I guess. But I'm looking for something a little more clear.
    Adsila is lying down near the entrance watching the sunset. I'm lying down on top of her head, my chin resting in my folded arms just above her eyes, also watching the sunset.
    "So listen..." she starts, "I've been thinking and..." She takes a deep breath. "I've tried thinking of a less awkward way to ask this but... What would you think if we were.. you know.. together?"
    I'm starting to get anxious. How do I tell her that I'm not sure? "You mean like, romantically?"
    "Yes. I mean, I think it would work. We have similar interests and we love spending time together. On top of that... You've given me so much joy that I hadn't felt in over a year before I met you. After Mohe died, I felt empty. Like I had no purpose, and there was no way to get one. And then I met you. You looked at me like I was a person, and not just a strange creature. And you were actually willing to see me again and spend time with me. I actually like being alive again. So... what do you think?"
    I slide off her head, carefully so as not to hurt my leg, and look at her to see calm anticipation in her eyes. This is going to be hard. "I don't know."
    The hopefulness in her eyes starts to fade. "But... is it because I'm a dragon?"
    "Well..."
    "I don't see how that would make a difference. I mean... it's not like God has a problem with it. Does He?"
    "I've prayed about it, but..."
    "He's against it?"
    "No. I guess I've been getting a peace about it."
    "You guess. So why not?"
    I don't know what to say. I want to make Adsila happy, but I don't want to upset God either.
    She looks away, her face downcast, and says "Saying you didn't like me would have been less cruel." She turns her back to me.
    My heart breaks at that. It's not that I don't like her at all! I... I love her. And it's not wrong, so why do I still feel so anxious?
    And then, right out of nowhere, the message in the last verse in 1 Corinthians 13 comes to mind. "Faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love." I put together in my head that there's no way I would have thought of that verse myself. There's only one way that would have come to mind. It's an answer to prayer. I need to show those things. Faith, faith that my peace is coming from God; hope, hope that a relationship with Adsila would be okay; and love. Love for her.
    "Adsila," I start.
    "Douglas, please don't," she sniffles before she lies back down with tears filling her eyes.
    I limp around her in front of her face. Her head is dipped at an angle so that the tip of her snout is in front of my face. I lean forward and kiss her on the lips. She quietly gasps before I take my face away to look at her. Some hopefulness returns to her eyes before she kisses me, enveloping my face in her giant lips. She leans back and we look into each other's eyes as we both smile. Our lips meet again, for much longer this time. This is the most soothing thing I've ever done, I think. I don't even mind that her lips are too big for mine. It's like getting a big hug from two big, soft pillows.
    After a minute of this, I feel her tongue slip out from between her lips and brush my face. As we kiss, it does that a few times, lingering sometimes. I can tell what she wants... heck with it. She's been good today; she deserves it. Without parting from her, I take off my vest, pants, shoe, and sock; leaving me in just my undershirt, underpants, and the cast on my leg. I then press my face further between her lips and slip my arms in too. I feel her big sharp teeth part from behind her lips, with her knowing exactly what I was thinking. I crawl further. I feel her lips slide down my torso and legs, until my feet slip into her.
    Now that I'm once again in her mouth, her tongue becomes more lively. Almost playfully, it slides all over me, especially on my face and legs and arms. It even tickles me by sliding under my shirt. I laugh as I try pushing it away, but it seems insistent on tasting me. After a few minutes of wrestling the giant muscle, I hug it, and it even seems to curl sideways around me, hugging me back. Adsila's tongue finally relaxes, and so do I. I turn over, facing up as I lay on the tongue. I'm suddenly aware of a soothing vibration coming from deep within her. I smile, realizing she's purring. I decide to give her what she wants. I push myself backward, her uvula brushing past my face as I start to slip into her throat. Her windpipe closes as my head pushes into her esophagus. I push further until I can feel her uvula with my toes. And with a loud squelch, she swallows me.
    After a moment of sliding down Adsila's throat, I'm released into her stomach. I'm soaking wet and I'm surrounded by pink wrinkles. I love her and I know I'm safe, but this is still going to take some getting used to. I then feel my world shift as she lies on her side.
    "Oh Douglas," she sighs.
    I don't say anything. Instead, I rub my surroundings as Adsila continues to purr.
    "So, are you okay with this now?" She asks.
    "Um," I mutter, "Kind of."
    She giggles and says "I'll ask next time." A calm, quiet moment passes before she continues "I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you want to come out?"
    "Nah. I'll be fine." I feel her curl around her belly before I say "Oh and, Adsila?"
    "Yes, Douglas?"
    "I love you. I really do."
    "I love you too." She sighs before she says "Alright. Goodnight, my delicious prey."
    I chuckle before I continue rubbing the walls. Over the next fifteen minutes, her purring gets quieter as her breathing deeper and more relaxed while her heartbeat slows down. She's asleep now.
    Before I fall asleep myself, I kiss the wall I'm facing. "Goodnight, my beautiful predator."
Befriending a Dragon (part 3 of 3)
And here's part 3! Lemme know what you think!
Also, the main character gets eaten again, and there are still details about his experience. So, once again, viewer discretion is advised.
Loading...
Surveillance Camera 09
12:15 PM 06/07/18

(Sam and Claire are sitting in the conference room)
[Sam] Come on! There's gotta be some way we can get her out too!
[Claire] I'm sorry. Even if I were to trust her, nobody else in the organization would.
[Sam] She'll be safe to have around if she sees me again. She trusts me!
[Claire] Mr. Lanford, I've seen your vlogs. Including the one you filmed the day before you escaped.
[Sam] (pauses to remember which vlog that is, then sighs) Could I have some time to think about it?
[Claire] I don't mean to rush you, but I'm going to need a response by 7:00 PM tonight.
[Sam] Alright. Thank you.
[Sam and Claire] (stand up and shake hands before they leave)

Skype
12:30 PM 06/07/18

[Sam] (takes a deep breath as he waits for the person on the other end to respond)
[Tanya] (her face pops up on the screen) Sam!
[Sam] Hey!
[Tanya] Oh, it's so good to see you! How have you been?
[Sam] Well, trying to get a job. And a GED.
[Tanya] Aw.
[Sam] Yeah. So listen, there's something kind of serious going on, and I want your advice.
[Tanya] Oh, sure.
[Sam] You remember those really huge earthquakes I told you about, right?
[Tanya] The ones that hit the island a few months ago?
[Sam] Yep. It turns out they were triggered by volcanic eruptions on Isla Sorna and the other islands. Those islands were completely destroyed.
[Tanya] Oh my...
[Sam] And geologists have detected similar seismic activity that they predict will destroy Isla Nublar too. This woman who ran park operations at Jurassic World, Ms. Dearing, started the Dinosaur Protection Group and they want to get as many dinosaurs out of there as they can. And I met with Ms. Dearing because she offered me a job. They want me as a guide.
[Tanya] That's great. They know about Indira, right?
[Sam] Yeah, and... They're not taking her.
[Tanya] Why not?
[Sam] With what happened the day before we were rescued, they think she's like her mother.
[Tanya] She's not, though! We both would have died without her!
[Sam] I know. I tried explaining that to her, but she doesn't care.
[Tanya] I'm so sorry, Sam. (pauses) What did you tell her? About the job offer?
[Sam] She gave me until tonight to think about it. I need this job, and they need me to take it. But I feel like I'd be betraying Indira. What do you think? Should I go for it?
[Tanya] Totally. Otherwise, those two years you spent there would have been for nothing. Besides, I'm sure Indira would love to at least see you one last time.
[Sam] I suppose. (pauses) Alright. I'll tell them I'll take it. Oh and, Tanya?
[Tanya] Yeah?
[Sam] Spending two years there would have been worth it anyway.
[Tanya] How come?
[Sam] Because I met you.
[Tanya] (smiles and blushes)
[Sam] And I'm not just saying that because you're going to be in the next Star Wars movie.
[Tanya] (laughs)
[Sam] (also laughs)
(awkward pause)
[Tanya] If it wasn't for the fact that we're in different states, I'd totally kiss you right now.
[Sam] Stupid distance.
[Tanya] (smiles) Well, I have to get going.
[Sam] Alright. I'll talk to you later. Bye.
[Tanya] Bye.
(call ends)

~

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
In theaters 06/22/18
The Lost Park: Jurassic World - Part 22 (redo WIP)
Now that the plot of Jurassic Park V doesn't center around weaponized hybrid dinosaurs, my fanfic needs a new ending. This isn't officially the ending, though, because my idea for the fanfic taking place alongside Fallen Kingdom may change.
By the way, I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOVIE SOMEBODY MAKE TIME GO FASTERRRRRRRRRRR Jurassic Park - Rexy (Tyrannosaurus) [Roars] [V.1]
Loading...
Guess the show! #1
I’ve taken characters from different movies and TV shows and imagined them as animals. Can you guess which one this is? Let me know in the comments!
Loading...
So... I'm sorry I haven't been posting any literature lately. A.D.D. is a beachball.
What I'd like to write, on the other hand, has been going through my mind a lot lately. Here are some examples:

The Days of Noah
It's been a while since I've worked on this one. In short, it was turning into a mess, so I'm starting over. (just like with the Flood! XD) I'd like to give Noah and Naamah more chemistry and make the allegory of the story understandable but a tad less over-the-top; more like Avatar and less like Sausage Party, if that makes any sense.
Also, I made a storyboard for a fake trailer for this as an assignment for my Pre-Production class, so I'll probably put it up on DeviantArt. Maybe I'll even post some prequels! Who knows?

The Lost Park: Jurassic World
As most of you know; Universal, Amblin, and Legendary are making a Jurassic World 2/Jurassic Park 5! (jumps around and shouts like Dusty from "Twister") So naturally, Chapter 22 of my fanfic hints that my next Jurassic Park-related story is going to have Sam (and perhaps Tanya) involved. I don't know exactly what is going to happen in JP5, so odds are, Chapter 22 is going to change some.

Pokemon GO
S1E3 will introduce another journey buddy for Luna, one that Tony takes a liking to. I plan on there being three seasons (Luna going on a journey and entering a league), three "movies" (Luna and co. encountering a legendary Pokemon) and three Raichu shorts (Raichu and co. do something adorable/awesome).

Overlooked Characters
Some short stories about people in the Bible who don't get much attention. Nimrod, Barabbas, whoever that woman was that subdued Abimelech and basically saved Thebez, etc. Like everybody else who has and ever will exist, famous or not; God created and loves them and they had a part in making God's plan for Salvation possible.

Befriending a Dragon
Somebody in the comment section suggested making a part two. Hmm...

Ecliptic
A new story I'm working on. The idea is that, some time in the future, an alien empire invades and annexes Earth. The story focuses on an eighteen-year-old kid who is taken in this event and sold into slavery. At the first part of the story, he's quiet and very submissive. Seven or so years later, though, we see he's turned into a bold and rather aggressive warlord, bound and determined to recover an artifact that could determine the fate of the empire and all in it. Some other humans seem to have gotten used to the shift in leadership after a while, so what happened to cause him to turn like this?

Questions? Comments? Recommendations? Let me know in the comment section.
Thank you for reading and watching. You're all awesome. God bless.
  • Listening to: Because of Your Love by Chris Quilala
  • Reading: Other literature on DeviantArt
  • Watching: Fantasia 2000
  • Playing: Candy Crush Saga
  • Eating: Burgers
  • Drinking: Water

deviantID

schooldoorholder
Christian Cooper
United States
My name is Christian and my specialty is mainly literature! I write mainly adventure and fan fiction stories. And as is implied by my name, I belong to Christ! (so naturally some of my stories have to do with my faith too) I take requests, so let me know if you have an idea!
Interests

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconjessica-rae-3:
Jessica-Rae-3 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey there and thanks for the watch! :icontfmkissplz:
Reply
:iconschooldoorholder:
schooldoorholder Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2016
You're welcome! And thanks for the commission! Me And Pikachu 6 
Reply