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
Tooth Or ConsequencesHeather Stanford idly swiveled her study chair about, waiting for Buck to wind down, and then, realizing he wasn’t about to, raised her cellphone again. “I know what a vicars and tarts party is,” she said impatiently. “I’ve seen Bridget Jones’s Diary. As I recall, in the movie it turned out not to be that sort of party at all when she arrived, much to her embarrassment. Given your love of practical jokes, Buck…”Tooth Or Consequences by David-presents
“No, Heth, this is legit, a real event! They’ve been planning for ages. You can check it yourself.”
“Yes, I’ve done that,” Heather admitted. She’d discovered the party was organized by a group that held them regularly. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Buck. “But still…”
“Great! I’m going as a bishop, and you dig out your naughty schoolgirl costume and I’ll see you there Friday night!&
Sara Summoned to Danger“Could you confirm you full name for the court please?”Sara Summoned to Danger by Golavus
“Sara Marie Philips,” I replied clearly and calmly. I felt the eyes of everyone on me. The judge, the defence, the prosecution, the jury, the public in the gallery, the reporters…the defendant. I was used to being in uncomfortable situations but never experienced anything quite like this.
The prosecutor looked at me through his half-moon spectacles, and gave me an encouraging smile. “Firstly, thank you very much for responding to our summons. Please relax Miss Philips. You are not the one on trial remember. We just need your account of the events of 20th October last year.”
I remembered that day well. It was the day I’d put on my brand new purple party dress, buckled my ankle strap high heeled sandals, and set out for a day at the races with my friends. It had ended up with me, Rachel, Abigail and Harriet almost getting sold into slavery
Duplicate Distress“Hi, Enid, it’s me, Hailey! I’m going door-to-door today showing everyone this great book, The Beginner’s Guide to Escaping from Ropes!” The words rattled out with machine gun speed. Hailey well knew the importance of getting in as much as possible when starting a sales pitch, so you had a chance of moving targets from “I don’t need it!” to “I can’t live without it!” “It’s the perfect guide on how to untie yourself, all explained in easy to understand language with handy diagrams to help you with these knotty, haha, situations.”Duplicate Distress by David-presents
Enid seemed about to say something, so Hailey gulped a lungful of fresh air and rushed ahead.
“Now, I know you weren’t interested when I came by yesterday BUT I’ve got some exciting news, in that the publishers have authorized me to give a ten percent discount today only, so I thought it only fair that I came by and gave you anoth
A Turn For The WorseA fanfiction of the board game StrategoA Turn For The Worse by David-presents
Lieutenant Juliet Benning was an excellent soldier; to have her taken out by that Blue Army general was intolerable.
“I shall avenge her loss myself,” Marshal Sierra Stone promised.
“Strike!” she announced as he stepped forward with grim determination, adding, “By a marshal.”
Although Sierra could see all her units clearly, all members of the opposing army appeared to her to be shrouded in blue. This included soldiers, the bombs, and the coveted flag. Of course, all members of the Blue Army saw her units shrouded in red. The only way to break through an individual enemy’s shroud was to strike and occupy the same square as that opponent.
Now that she could see her clearly, Sierra briefly studied the enemy general. Her uniform was quite similar to Sierra’s, except for the predominant blue color. She wore a dress with large brass buttons, cinched with a black
DeviantArt QuestionaireHow long have you been on DeviantArt?DeviantArt Questionaire by David-presents
8 years. Hard to believe it’s been that long.
What does your username mean?
Back when I created my account, t felt important to me that my real name should be part of my username. The “presents” part was a bit of a spur of the moment idea.
Describe yourself in three words.
Counting skills need improvement.
Are you left or right handed?
What was your first deviation?
A short story featuring Princess Precious, a repeat damsel in distress who ranked her rescuers in order by the number of times they’d rescued her.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
Humorous Damsel in Distress stories.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
I’d love to be able to create cartoonish drawings to go with my stories.
What was your first favourite?
When I first joined DeviantArt, I faved four pieces. One is no longer on DeviantArt,
Caz The Villainess AgainThree flash fictions, each one depicting a different villainous alter ego I’ve created for Caz. Well, except for the third story, where something a little different happens….
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.