This sunday's EPIC poem is contributed by DD member TheDeeMan. This is “Beware the Necromancer”: Verse four, by Darryl Hughes aka TheDeeMan
On a vacant black morn, was darkness stillborn, a poor and fatherless bastard.
To swirl in the mass, of hell's foul warpath, and evil redeemed for ...
Hi! This is your reminder that you can (AND SHOULD) participate in the DD Awards Red Carpet Event 2022 until August 15!
Whether you are a DD Awards Nominee or not, consider creating the artwork to be included in the Red Carpet Event! It's a great opportunity to show ...
In years past, The Duck released several anthologies featuring comics by various creators on the site.
Last year, we did a horror anthology and I'd say things went rather well!
To continue funding improvements to the site, there is discussion taking place about doing another one! I think there ...
Based on an experience I had yesterday. Poem Nr 6: The Pyscle
I return to the barrier now gone
Now the lesser circle is open to discuss
Gust of wind, the spirits leads me yon
Now my veins feel less drunken to lambast
Oh, At last, the other end here ...
When designing a character's appearance, we want to come up with cool, original elements that make an impression and distinguish that character from all others. So it's tempting to give them a gazillion cool belts with buckles running up their legs and arms, chains hanging off them, high ...
This sunday's poem is contributed by DD member TheDeeMan. This is "As if to say goodbye”
by Darryl Hughes aka TheDeeMan
As angels find their prayer in song. As birds to wing do fly.
An orange sun touched an ocean blue. It's words a lullaby.
I sat upon ...
I’m back! It’s been a hot minute hasn’t it? I’ll be taking over a blog spot once a month for a while. And for today I have a very interesting topic (hopefully!).
Recently, I have been helping out with the improvements to the site here. As ...
Poem Nr 4: Evermind
It’s I, it’s me, It’s mine.
Time lost. Memories kept.
Beutiful to look at. Horrible to live by.
Twisting the sunset key, we set the darkness free.
Holding a tomb. Hope is heavy weight.
The scars of bygone pride, parasiting all that died ...