Unique and Interesting Deviations Feature

There are so many fantastic deviations here on deviantart that it can be hard to be seen. Here are 20 fantastic deviations that really caught my eye because they are all a bit different and unique!

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:thumb168205383: :thumb158587028: :thumb146272462: HeroHe eats ladybugs.
They're round and crunchy in his mouth. The mush is cold and burning, but he swallows it anyway regardless of the repulsion he feels. He swallows again and looks at the remaining moving red dots in his hands; they're full of ladybugs.
This is what duty tastes like, the dirty flowers tell him. You hate it, don't you? That horrible taste, that awful sensation. What a good boy you are, doing what you hate just because you have to.
He doesn't listen, because he knows that the flowers might be right. Or they might be wrong. He doesn't know which but he knows that he shouldn't listen. Listening to malice is a mistake, and mistakes are hands that could pull him down. Mistakes can trip him, can fool him into failing, can make a wrong man out of him.
So he eats ladybugs and says nothing.
He vomits butterflies.
Their wings fill his throat, almost choking him. He opens his mouth and they fly out. He tries to breathe through his nose but stray ladybugs crawl out fro :thumb161334825: Layla's Descentit's as though she was reborn into a
silhouette, with the
rough lips
of a cynic and the
vengeful eyelashes of a pessimist.
her hair is full of knots and twists as it turns away
and five minutes later
she's holding onto this tightrope for dear life.
she's whispering all
the words she's never meant; she's
like a disease
and there's bleach on her hands.
but it's not stinging this time;
it's forgotten how to bite out her eyes and she's
had way too much practice at this.
did you know,
         Mary had a little lamb
   and constellations d
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                                  i :thumb166598113: LowsideI build my city from
heavy bricks and plastic trees.
I hang a noose from every window ledge
and throw my keys in every sidewalk grate.
I stand alone on glass rooftops
dancing a waltz in spike heels.
I toss sledge hammers and
burn red ants with a magnifying lens.
I move my city to
the lowside of a rushing river.
I hide in the basements with candles and
wet matches and wait for the flood rains. :thumb150556261: :thumb86487257: