Five Star ThieveryAs I took in the view from my hotel balcony, I couldn’t help but smile. Six months ago I was close to being homeless, jobless and bankrupt. Now I’m here in a luxurious five-star hotel, looking across the bay and enjoying the lap of luxury. Too bad it can’t go on forever; I’m here for business – and a little revenge.Five Star Thievery by Created-By-Caz
Turning round, I surveyed the room service attendant. She was currently sat in a comfortable chair, firmly bound and gagged. The chair faced the balcony so she wouldn’t be seen from the door. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure I had my room service outfit on correctly. Readjusting my wig, a black shoulder length bob cut. I loaded up the room service trolley with the items I would need, before quietly slipping out into the corridor, leaving the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door knob. Time to get to work!
They say that crime doesn’t pay, that the police w
A Fishy Tale“…and when we cut the fish open, there was my wristwatch, still ticking away to itself!”A Fishy Tale by Created-By-Caz
Everyone in the tavern laughed at the story but none more so that little Maddie. Eight years old and the granddaughter of old Mick Hannagan, a retired fisherman and well respected by all the fisherman in the area. He was looking after her for the day while her parents were at work and she was having a great time, listening to the tall tales that the fishermen told.
“Granddad, what about you? Can you tell me a story, please?” Maddie hopped up onto her grandfather’s knee, glass of milk in hand and snuggled up against his woolly jumper.
“Hmm, let’s see…..did I ever tell you about the time I caught a mermaid?” Mick asked.
“No granddad; tell me!” Maddie grinned happily; she loved mermaids.
“Right then! Now, this tale began many years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday&
A White Christmas“…but it never snows here at Christmas. It’s not fair!” Suzie pouted. “I want to build a snowman and ride my sledge down the hill.” The five year old folded her arms and started sulking. “It’s just not fair!”A White Christmas by Created-By-Caz
“All the Christmas cards have snow on them!” Alexander held up several cards that the family had received that morning. “Miss, why do the cards show snowy pictures if we don’t get snow at Christmas?”
“Well, the cards represent what people think of at Christmas. Call it wishful thinking, if you like.” Madeline, their governess replied. “But you’re right, it very rarely snows here until late February. Do you know why that is?”
As she continued with the lesson, Madeline thought about the children’s question and resolved to ask her sister if there was anything that could be done. Her sister was a
Haunted Halloween“Come on Steffi, you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance!”Haunted Halloween by Created-By-Caz
“I told you already, I’m not interested!”
“Please Steffi; Todd Cooper is coming and he specifically asked if you would be there before accepting his invitation.”
“Todd asked if I’d be there? I thought he didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.”
“Maybe he’s realised you were good for him; you know he split up from Charlene last week? Apparently ‘he made a mistake’. He might just have realised he shouldn’t have cheated on you.”
“Perhaps, but who says I want him back after what he did.”
“Then come and show him you’re the bigger person. Please, Steffi, will you come to the party?”
“Great! I’ve rented the old Adamson place on Winchester Avenue. It’s supposed to be haunted so it should give us a great atmosphe
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
Striving For PurrfectionA cartoonish story of superheroes, supervillains, and a damsel in distress.Striving For Purrfection by David-presents
“Toad? Toad! Get your lazy butt up here!”
Toad sighed. He’d just cut himself a slice of blueberry pie. Surely, Mistress Purrfection could wait a couple minutes while he enjoyed his mid-afternoon snack.
Toad pushed the plate away for another time. Toad looked very much like a toad as he hopped up the stairs, with his long, spindly legs, short, squat torso, and eyes so very far up his head. Completing the effect was Toad’s green skin, the result of having once fallen into a vat of chemicals.
“Other people end up with superpowers,” he complained under his breath. “Not me. I turned green. It’s so unfair.”
“It’s about time you got here, Toad.” Mistress Purrfection was lounging on her control chair. As she was a cat-themed supervillainess, she
ClueDiD“I’m bored.”ClueDiD by David-presents
“There’s nothing to do!”
“Why’d we ever agree to spend the weekend out here?”
“How about a board game? I’ve got ClueDiD.”
“ClueDiD? Don’t you mean Cluedo?”
“No, I mean ClueDiD. That’s Clue plus DiD, which means Damsel in Distress.”
“So that’s why the box has a picture of Miss Scarlet bound and gagged!”
“Yes, let’s set up!”
“So, what are we supposed to do, guess who tied up Dr Black in which room and with what material, ropes, tape, scarves, or whatever?”
“Hmm, not exactly. It’s a little different, but you’ll pick it up as we play. Which character do you want to be?”
“Miss Scarlet of course!”
“I’m Colonel Mustard.”
“Prof Plum for me!”
“Hey, I wanted to be Miss Scarlet! Come on, let
Board Game Distress ChallengeAfter hinting about it for some time, I’m finally ready to tackle a special project: a fanfiction about the board game Clue, or Cluedo as it’s called in the UK. In celebration, I’m announcing a Board Game Distress Challenge open to all deviantART members. More details follow but, explained shortly, I’m looking for literature or artwork featuring distress centered around a board game, or some other tabletop game (such as card or dice games). For this Challenge, I will NOT accept video games. Not that I have anything against video games, but I feel they receive enough exposure on deviantART already.Board Game Distress Challenge by David-presents
This Challenge will be a little different from others on deviantART in two important ways.
Recognition. I’m not running this as a contest, so there will be no prizes awarded. I will offer anyone who participates recognition, however. If you create a piece for this Challenge, I’ll respond p
The Last Page“Well, what are you doing there in the first place?”The Last Page by David-presents
“Ajay, you know why I’m here,” Drew hissed into his cell. “Here” was the Salem Falls Library of Magic. “And I need your help. All the passages from one room to another twist and turn and some even lead back to the room they came from, which doesn’t seem to make any sense. I’m lost and I can’t find anyone to ask the way out. Any suggestions?”
“I don’t believe it can be that complicated…”
“Well, it is!”
“When you’re stuck in a labyrinth, the rule is to make every right turn.”
“So, there are three doors in this room,” Drew said. “That means I should take the one on my right. If I keep that up, I’ll finally get out of here?”
“Well, it doesn’t work on every labyrinth,” Ajay admitted, “but, with an
Polls?I truly do enjoy posting polls on deviantART, and I always enjoy hearing back from people. I hope that if you ever have some thoughts about one of my polls that you’ll share them with us. With that said, though, I’m running a bit low on ideas for questions. I received a few good suggestions when I posted a journal asking for them a couple years ago. Soooooo…Polls? by David-presents
Whether it’s a question you want answered in a poll, or just a silly bit of fun, if you have an idea for a poll, I’d be glad to hear from you!
Upcoming Projects: I’m putting the finishing touches on a story about a magical library, which I should post in a day or two. I’ve received a story request from a member on deviantART, so that project will come after. Maybe… maybe after that I’ll finally get my head around this Clue(do) fanfiction I keep promising.
Caz Gets StartedCaz yawned. “There’s nothing good on the telly,” she complained to her two cockatiels, Billy and Pippa, who squawked in reply. They didn’t care too much what was on, just so long as it was colorful and euphonious.
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.