Dakoa

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Faith by Dakoa, literature

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Faith

The Bridgekeeper sat and waited, his feet pulled up under him, a blanket draped over his knees to help ward off the chilly mountain air. Across his lap lay a long knobbly staff, upon which he rested his wrinkled knuckles, the palms of his hands turned up as if in supplication. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, and his aged heart beat almost coyly in his chest, his pulse inconceivably slow. The pose was one he’d adopted for decades, identical to that of his predecessor, and each that had come before. The groove he nestled into, the concave bowl of smooth rock, was testament to the diligent service of his kind, the scraping rob

M1n1beasts by Dakoa, literature

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M1n1beasts

The forest teemed with movement. A hundred trees dipped and bobbed in the breeze, their leaf-heavy branches whistling and sighing as they swayed, the sun blazing through their canopy. A thousand mushrooms shone with morning dew, their caps glimmering like baubles on a Christmas tree. A carpet of ferns, grasses, and mosses, their numbers abundant beyond count, spread out across the forest floor, blanketing it in shades of green, yellow, and brown. Throughout the scene, an army of tiny, insectoid workers scurried to and fro, pollinating, feeding, and generally supporting the ecosystem. AdminBot GN24NIV, referred to simply as ‘Adam’

Reality Unfiltered by Dakoa, literature

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Reality Unfiltered

The wind crept through the trees, its gentle caress flustering the snow as it tumbled from the sky, the branches and limbs of the forest creaking and swaying in the cool night air. Hanging on the wind, clinging to its wings, the sounds of the festival seeped out over the forest; the chatter of the crowds, the bark of the vendors, the rhythmic thump of the drums. Taki paused, one hand steady against a tree trunk as he listened, rotating slowly on the spot as he tried to home in on the noise. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking, how far he’d wandered into the woods, but he seemed to be deep enough that pinpointing the h

That Which We Do Not Understand by Dakoa, literature

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That Which We Do Not Understand

The glow could be seen for miles. During daylight hours, under the sun’s harsh glare, you could almost pretend it wasn’t there, but when the light slipped from the sky, and darkness descended, the forest glimmered for all to see; one half a dull and burning red, the other a cool and chilling blue. The woods themselves were eerily calm, the typical sounds of wildlife noticeably absent from its depths, and barring the occasional shift and sway of leaves in the wind, the forest was hauntingly still. The locals had declared it an ill-omen long ago, and none would venture in. It was unnatural, an abomination, an unwholesome blight upo

You Can Run by Dakoa, literature

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You Can Run

I can’t remember the last time I slept. A few minutes here or there, a jerk of my head, and that’s it. I’m back on my feet, I’m running again. It’s the sound. That’s what comes first, that’s what I hear, that’s what sends shivers down my spine, that’s what pushes me to my feet. That awful, scraping sound. Like branches scratching along a car door, clacking incessantly, striving to get in. I stand in a hurry, my heart racing, and I run. I used to be happy. I didn’t appreciate it at the time; I bitched and moaned about the little things, complaining when people talked at the cinema,

An Equivalent Exchange by Dakoa, literature

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An Equivalent Exchange

The ash would take him soon. He knew this in the same way that a fish knows to swim or a plant knows to stretch toward the light. It was inescapable. An inevitability, that would come to pass as surely as the sun’s transition across the sky. The scent of burnt flesh filled his nostrils, the taste of grilled meat overwhelmed his mouth, and the heat was all-consuming. He could feel little else anymore, the assault of the fire upon his senses overriding with ease the otherwise comparatively trivial stimuli of his typical surroundings. Above it all however, he felt her; the Lady of the Flame. She lingered at his back, a presence just at

Fallen Angel by Dakoa, literature

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Fallen Angel

‘Immortality can be a real drag’. That was the thought which bounced around her head more than any other. She became truly aware of it around 500 AD, though it had likely made brief appearances prior. Since then, it had grown and expanded, until not a day went by when it didn’t grace her consciousness. Most days in fact, it dominated. Humans had no idea how fortunate they were, with their lifespan in the mere decades. She watched as they reached for a century, scurried to sustain themselves beyond, and she shook her head. A low life expectancy was a gift, not a curse. Humans however, were never satisfied. They always wante

A Flower Blooms by Dakoa, literature

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A Flower Blooms

Love is a mysterious thing; an undefinable, unquantifiable enigma, that could parade in plain sight and yet remain as elusive and unfathomable as the deepest of life’s unanswerable questions. Or at least, that’s how it felt to her. It seemed like all around her people were pairing off. Strangers reached out a hand and clasped one another, a connection made. Acquaintances altered their course, diverting so as to intercept and intermingle. The hugs of friends softened and slowed, feelings intensifying, intertwining limbs lingering tenderly… Yet she remained an island. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, if there

The Day You Sailed Away by Dakoa, literature

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The Day You Sailed Away

Her bicycle bounced and jumped as it traversed the bumpy and uneven surface of the dirt road, her feet walking calmly alongside it. When she was a little girl, she’d loved to ride her bike along the bumpy path, bobbing and jiggling on her seat with the jolts and jumps of the track. She used to laugh, her voice exploding out of her, causing further delight as it undulated and shook with the road. Now, she simply walked. The surface of the dirt track had deteriorated since she was a girl, and with no one to repair it the jolts and jumps had grown to the point where she was worried that over time they would shake her bike apart, or cause d

Valley of the Immortals by Dakoa, literature

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Valley of the Immortals

The straps of his backpack pressed painfully into his shoulders, the heavy weight of its load feeling as though it were growing relentlessly as he made his way slowly up the treacherous pass. Pebbles skittered out from under his feet, tumbling back down the trail, and as he shifted his balance to compensate he found himself picturing once more what felt like an inevitable fall; his legs shooting out from under him, the heavy pack levering him backwards, the inexorable pull of gravity taking hold and tugging him down, the night sky over head rolling past his eyes as he tipped, the motion unstoppable, the conclusion terminal. Shaking his head,

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Artist // Professional // Literature

June 15
Australia
Deviant for 10 years
He / Him

My Bio

I dabble across most media, but focus predominantly on writing.

Taking a break from novels I've decided to work on a series of flash fiction based on the illustrations of some of the amazing artists here on DA!

(~1500 words across any image/genre I feel like.)

This keeps me writing, provides me with a challenge, and stimulates ideas for future works.

The pieces I choose to work with and 'caption' vary, based almost entirely on my mood. I believe that art is highly personal, and hugely subjective, so the interpretation I take on artists' work is solely my own. If the artist has chosen to provide a short quote/story/thought with their work then I will potentially include this in my efforts, or work around it, though this is at my own discretion.

All artists' work will be linked and heavily credited. If through some oversight I have failed to do this please let me know and I will correct as soon as possible!

Finally, if I have chosen to caption your work and you are unhappy with me doing so, please let me know and I will of course remove the image. The words will remain, though without the wonderful accompaniment. I will be sad, but it's your work and I will always respect your wishes.

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Dakoa

Nov 7, 2016

First 100 Views

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I've never written a Journal entry before, however I've just had the first of my stories reach 100 views! I know this is a tiny achievement compared to the staggering number of views that some people rack up, however I'm still pretty happy with it! I started writing flash fiction a little over seven weeks ago, and in that time I've managed to pen 40 stories, each roughly 1000-1500 words. For those that haven't read every one of my pieces, and built up an idea of why I do what I do through my descriptions and comments, the purpose of this is predominantly developmental; I write to gain experience, to push myself outside of my comfort zone, t

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AlphaShitlord

Jun 15, 2019

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂!

AlphaShitlord

Jun 15, 2018

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂!

Canankk

Apr 13, 2017

Thank you very much for the fav

Dakoa

Apr 13, 2017

My pleasure! Hope you enjoyed the story inspired by the piece; Flights of Fancy :D (Big Grin)

Wintersmith6

Feb 9, 2017

I really like your writing. I've only read a few of your pieces, but the I've yet to find one I don't like. Thank you for giving DeviantArt some proper literature

Dakoa

Edited Feb 9, 2017

Wow, thank you very much!

That might well be the nicest compliment I've ever received :D (Big Grin)

Bizaardwolf

Jan 25, 2017

How in the world do you have ten watchers??? Your writing is truly incredible! This is indeed an enigma on its own, along with how you write such amazing short stories...