The Villain's Games“Welcome to The Hideout for the final round of the Villain’s Games! I am your host, Chrissy Wallbeck, and we’re joined by Ginny Stevens, Matt Lakerby and Carrie Gilbertson, who will be roaming the venue, keeping us up to date on the various competitions. First up, we go over to Matt, where he is monitoring the competition for the most damsel’s bound and gagged by each team.”The Villain's Games by Created-By-Caz
“Hi Chrissy! I’m here with Oscar from the Manchester Madboyz, who were the first team back, earning them some bonus points. Oscar, how did you do?”
“Great, Matt! Me and the lads filled our van with some lovely damsels from all across the city.”
“Did you have any trouble?”
“Well, one of the office workers we kidnapped put up quite a fight; nothing we couldn’t handle though Geoff will have a limp for a few days.”
“And here comes the official score…fifteen damsels! Wow, Oscar th
The Rookie ThiefBeing a thief, just starting out on your career, is not an easy prospect these days, especially when you have your father’s reputation to live up to. If someone had told me I’d be breaking into Kelstone Manor as part of my job interview, I would have laughed myself silly. Yet here I am, inside this gorgeous manor house, preparing to steal from the owner and guests that will be arriving shortly. Checking my reflection, I pulled my long, light brown hair into a bun and pin the maid’s cap in place…..The Rookie Thief by Created-By-Caz
My dad was renowned in certain circles; his long and successful career having earned him the respect of the Thieves’ Club, a group of thieves, con artists, forgers and so on who were selective about their members. Like his father before him, criminal activities came easily to dad and he made a lot of money.
Both dad and granddad used to tell me stories about smugglers and jewel thieves when I was a kid. The stories sounded
Damsels On A Catwalk“Girls, hurry up!” Madame Delacy hurried around the dressing room, adjusting her model’s outfits and checking they had all the accessories in place. “Shirley, you should have a bronze scarf with that dress. Change it, please.”Damsels On A Catwalk by Created-By-Caz
“Oh, really? Sorry about that.” Shirley quickly changed the scarf and went to stand by the catwalk entrance, tweaking aside the curtain so she could see the audience. “Oh wow! Full house tonight!”
“Yes, including a lot of the fashion industry’s main buyers.” Madame Delacy replied as she fixed a decorated comb into Ruth’s auburn curls. “Okay Ruth, you’re ready. Bunty, what are you doing with that jacket? Here, let me straighten it.”
“I can’t find my bag!” Erica called out as she searched frantically through a box of handbags. “I had it ten minutes ago. Can anyone
The Easter Bunny Girls“…and there’s so much to do, we’ll never be ready in time!”The Easter Bunny Girls by Created-By-Caz
It was almost Easter and the bunny girls were rushing to get everything finished in time for the big day. Candy smiled as her rather stressed new apprentice Cherry handed over the tally sheet.
“Don’t worry Cherry, it’s always like this just before Easter.” Candy glanced at the list and gasped. “Oh my, we really are behind with the chocolate eggs this year. Where’s Peach? She’s supposed to be supervising the production.”
“I’m here!” Peach hurried over, drops of chocolate covering her from the tips of her bunny ears, to the peach coloured bows on her high heels. Her peach coloured ruffled dress was protected by a chocolate splattered apron. “Sorry to be such a mess, the nozzles were clogged again and when they blew, the chocolate went everywhere! Lemon and Cocoa are t
The Damsel's Dozen - Volume OneHave you ever tried to write or draw and just been unable to come up with an idea? It’s something that happens to most of us at one time or another.The Damsel's Dozen - Volume One by Created-By-Caz
Occasionally, we need something to get our inspiration going and so, rather than our usual kind of challenge, we have created a ‘Damsel’s Dozen’; twelve ideas which you can interpret in various different ways, to encourage you to create new art.
So, our Damsel’s Dozen are:
1. A clever escape
2. A daring rescue
3. Things aren’t quite what they seem
4. Lost and found
5. Turning the tables
6. A sticky situation
7. Fun and games
9. On vacation
10. Caught in the act
12. Non-human damsel
Some of these topics are deliberately vague/open ended to encourage your own interpretations and creativity.
Okay, just a few rules for this challenge.
This is open to group members only
Knot Just Another Game Show“…uninspired...already been done countless times…this would get us taken off the air!” Max Shepherd flung the paperwork across the boardroom table and began pacing the room, while his executives watched nervously. “People, please; you were all hired as you promised to bring something different to the airwaves. Don’t any of you have some decent ideas for my new satellite channel?”Knot Just Another Game Show by Created-By-Caz
The executives shuffled uncomfortably; the few suggestions they had made so far had been shot down immediately. Max sighed as he slumped back into his chair.
“I want some original programmes for this channel, not the same stuff we already do on MXS!” Max groaned. “We’ve already got news, fashion, current affairs and a chat show lined up. We need more! I want entertainment, thrills, maybe something educational.” He glared at his executives. “The new channel launches
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.Bluebell's Perilous Picnic by Golavus
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”Debbie On Ice by David-presents
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Mouse And Brains Slip Up“I’m driving real careful, Brains,” Mouse said with childlike pride. “I ain’t run no red lights or stop signs neither.”Mouse And Brains Slip Up by David-presents
Mouse was hardly mousy in appearance, being tall and bulky, while his partner, Brains was much smaller all around. Perhaps it would help to imagine an elephant and a ferret with human features.
“You’re doing good, Mouse,” said Brains as his partner turned the van left after carefully checking for oncoming traffic, something he normally never bothered doing. “We don’t want the cops should take no interest in our cargo.”
“Mpfff,” said the cargo, who was lying in the back of the van, covered by a thin blanket. Her name, unfortunately, was Enid Grudgings. Mouse and Brains had her looped up in ropes all around her body, with a tape gag keeping her quiet. She squirmed, wondering what would happen next. Earlier she had been on her way to her awful job
Curie's PerisistenceStatic cracked and snapped from the radio, marring Al Jolson’s singing. Nearby, a goon spoke loudly, to be heard over an el train rumbling by outside. “Look sharp, the boss is here.”Curie's Perisistence by David-presents
The “boss” was Edgar Torte, the celebrity gangster mainly known to the public as the owner of several high-class speakeasies and underground casinos. He had his hand in a bit of everything, though: prostitution, loansharking, extortion, and armed robbery to name a few. He owned legitimate businesses as well, such as a construction company that used rotten wood and other shoddy materials. It didn’t bother him that people got hurt because of it. He also owned a meatpacking plant that used similar manufacturing practices. You’ll understand why I mentioned that last business one in a few minutes.
He wore a pinstripe suit, a silk tie, brown leather shoes, and a fedora, which he removed as he came in. He looked at
Sara's Trials by Blade and by IceTrail By BladeSara's Trials by Blade and by Ice by Golavus
The new Kung Fusion Sushi Bar had completed a day’s roaring trade, and the venue had been closed down for the night. Yet the restaurant was far from deserted; two Japanese girls were pacing among the tables. Both were dressed in red outfits that were a mix of traditional Japanese kimonos and military dress with a samurai sword slung behind their backs. The younger lady, Asuki, had her long dark hair down with red ribbons in her hair. The other older woman, Sakura, had her dark hair in a ponytail held in place with two chopsticks.
As they approached the Karaoke machine Asuki spoke to Sakura in fluent Japanese, “Are we sure it’s him?”
Sakura nodded in confirmation. “We caught him sneaking around our facility trying to sabotage our supplies. We set our guards on him but he’s surprisingly skilled in combat. He managed to escape while injured some of our best men.”
OptionsA story only using such words as do not contain that fifth unit of your ABC’s; only A through D and F through Z show up within.Options by David-presents
It was a bright, sunny day in downtown Olympia, Washington. Brilliant sunlight forms dark shadows, though. Vaughn Brown, a coil of cord in his hands, slunk amongst murky, forbidding shadows cast by tall buildings, awaiting his opportunity, as cool and calm as a hunting lion.
“Wow, but it’s hot, don’t you think, boss?” Tim Sinclair said, wiping his brow.
“It’s August, what do you think, that it’s going to snow?” Vaughn shot back. “You want a blizzard, wait for January.”
“What’s our plan for today, boss?”
“Why do you ask such an obvious thing? I’m looking for a woman to bind and gag, just as I always try to do. Don’t you know that by now? Stop asking silly stuff and start acting as a good minion should.”
Caz The VillainessThree flash fictions, each one depicting a different villainous alter ego I’ve created for Caz.
Bake And Switch“Hi, Caz, I’m home!” David called out.
Caz Gets The PictureHolding up a thumb for reference, Caz frowned prettily at the vase set off to one side and then at her canvas. She dipped her brush onto her palette and gently applied a thin stroke of yellow. “Do these daffodils look right to you, David?” she asked, stepping back to examine her work.
Caztastrophe“Caz has a delightful imagination,” David reflected. He was reading his wife’s journal on deviantART, enjoying her answers to a series of questions a friend had posed to her. “Number Seven is quite intriguing.”
Caz's Inside JobWith a short straight line, Caz finished carving her name into the glass. Her actions were a bit premature, for the Breneton Jewels still lay snug in their display, seeming to wink at her in invitation, colorful eyes shining in the darkness. It was tempting to think of simply smashing the display case, to reach in and snatch the fabled jewels in triumph, but the experienced catburglar resisted the impulse. "I don't need the attention that would bring," she murmured softly. "With care, those lovelies will be mine soon enough!"
A Novel Approach For CazCaz's fingers twitched indecisively, her hands hovered anxiously over the keys of her laptop. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the mental cobwebs. Whenever inspiration was there, words poured forth, like water from a bursting dam, but when lacking, her output slowed to a mere trickle. "Concentrate!" she told herself sternly, and finally began to type.
Spring Unleashed"Eager to leave, my lovely flower blossom? No, you shall never escape me!"
Caz Steps Out"I definitely want a new costume for Halloween this year!" Caz shuddered, recalling events two years earlier involving her angel costume, a reversible outfit that could also serve as a demoness costume. Wearing it had caused Topaz, mysterious, maddening Topaz, to appear! This unwelcome visitor had materialized suddenly, claiming to be Caz's guardian devil, and had caused quite a bit of trouble!
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.
Interviewing Caz"Hi, everybody! This is intrepid television reporter Caitlyn Meredith coming to you live from the scene of some really exciting breaking news where "
Surprise VisitorSitting back in her recliner, Caz snuggled into David's body as they sat watching the old movie. The scene on the screen showed a bedroom, the thin curtains blowing in the slight breeze as the heroine slept under the covers. She had a thin silk band holding her long blonde hair back from her face as she slept, undisturbed by the breeze or the sounds.
A Glutton For Punishment"Let me go, Glarg," pleaded Caz. A long, thick rope circled about her waist, hanging her from the ceiling of the lizardman's enormous cave. Her legs were bound together; her arms were tied against her sides. She had been gagged, but she had worked the red bandana out from her teeth so that it now hung loosely about her neck. "I have things I need to do; I can't just hang about here like this!"
Caz Makes A Soft Decision"What do you think of this one, Caz?"
Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket"David, I've been tied up for quite a long time now, I really have," said Caz. She was quite well bound, too. Rope soft to the skin yet unyielding to her struggles kept her immobilized in an efficient hogtie as she lay on her side on the sofa. Her elbows were held behind her back by ropes that ran between them, although the elbows were still a safe distance apart from one another so that she felt no discomfort. Her wrists were bound back to back. Rope circled her legs above and below her knees, and around her ankles. A connecting rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, keeping her legs bent as she struggled futilely on the soft cushions, for the more she pulled the tighter the knots became. "I think it's time for you to let me go now," she announced.
UnmaskedA Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
Caz Meets Dr. Muir"And can you make that 'To Caitlyn' and that's C-a-i-t-l-y-n, because there are so many different ways to spell my name and oh my gosh you're just my most favorite writer ever!" enthused the young woman.
Caz To The RescueOn a broad plateau jutting from a lonely mountain that rose from an isolated spot in the ocean stood several hundred gleaming, metallic robots, completely inert. They would continue their silent vigil with infinite patience until they received their commands, at which point they would spring into action, flying through the sky to every corner of the globe.
Caz Is Beside HerselfNighttime is magic time, and the magic associated with certain holiday nights can be very powerful, indeed. For example, there are legends of a traveler seeking shelter in a stable on Christmas Eve to awaken from sleep to hear the animals speaking the language of humans. The eavesdropper may hear of a fabulous hidden treasure or of danger ahead, and thus profits from an experience that can only occur one night a year.
A Dragon Rescue For CazWhere is Princess Caz? fumed the Regent, Lord Horace Highbottom.
Caz Gets Carried AwayRESCUE ME!!! Caz typed her desperate plea for help on her cell phone as surreptitiously as she could, hoping no one would see her, but it was no use; Caitlyn kept her eye on everything.
Caz-ual EncountersNow, I want you to understand that I dont mean anything personal by this, Caitlyn, explained Caz, reading the security guards name off her shiny brass nametag. The fascinatingly enigmatic jewel thief was dressed all in sleek, black clothing that allowed her to move easily and blend subtly into the shadows. A mask covered her upper face. A small bit of her curly brown hair escaped from the tight black cap she wore over her head. She carried a small black pouch slung across one shoulder. Its just that I have a little unauthorized business here in the natural history museum and I cant have you interfering.
I have been a deviant here now for 5 years and currently spend my time created stories and occasional poetry.|
My stories are generally Damsel in Distress stories, which are written with the view I share with my husband (who incidentally I met through DA), that they should be fun tales with a bit of adventure, with the damsel being rescued by her hero or friend/escaping by herself. Nothing rude, humiliating or demeaning - no damsel is ever hurt (though villains might get what's coming to them) and there will never be any sex or nudity in any of my tales.
My poetry is often inspired by events or places in my life, although on occasion it comes as a by product of an over fertile imagination. I tend to write lighthearted poetry, though a darker one may sneak in from time to time.
I find writing a great way to release feelings and emotions and enjoy creating my pieces.
Being on DeviantART has given me the chance to learn more about writing and to meet some wonderful people who have taught me so much as well as delighted me with their work. It's given me the chance and confidence to try new things, which is always good.