The Entranced Gorilla Part 1 (Gorilla TF)If there's something I'll never stop hating, it's stage hypnosis! All of those hypnotists tend to be phony, I've been on stage with several hypnotists over the years and not one of them has ever put me under. Maybe I'm just hard to hypnotize, but I doubt these hypnotists know what they are doing. My hypnotherapist is the real deal, he's able to easily put me under with no sweat! I had always assumed the techniques of stage magicians held no water, they were all smoke and mirrors. Well, with the exception of hypnotist that I met who's techniques seemed rather unnatural. I met this special hypnotist one day at a resort. I was on my way to see a special marathon of King Kong they were airing at a theatre next door, when I happened across a performance hall.The Entranced Gorilla Part 1 (Gorilla TF)19 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
In big gold letters were the words, "The Great Mikba: The World's Greatest Hypnotist!" What kind of a name is "Mikba"? I thought only magicians had weird fake-sounding names like that! Now, I was truly intrigued, how great was this mag
The WarriorThe warrior lives and breathes chaos.The Warrior16 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
It is what drives her on.
And it is what gives her great and terrible purpose.
She searches for fierce battles with a disgusting blood lust.
And during her many abhorrent fights, she merely wears a grin that would make even the Cheshire cat shy away in fear.
The warrior seems to become one with the discord that she lives for.
Her appearance changes drastically.
Her hands are rough with callouses, her clothing is ripped and torn in multiple places, her body is battered and bruised, her eyes have dark circles, and her hair is a birds nest.
Anyone that takes in the mere sight of the warrior is struck with a maddening fear.
The townspeople band together because of the dire fear they share for the beast like warrior.
She charges into battle with a frightful war cry as she brings the very land and the people in it to their knees.
The land becomes scarred with past tussles; trees get knocked down to mere splinters, and mountains crumble like sand.
Chapter...one??? Another summons. He was tired of it, being pulled from one place to another in the same area for seemingly no reason had been grating on his ever wearing nerves. Though these cults and summoners all knew how to get his attention, they failed to know what that attention would bring along with it. He had abandoned his humanoid form for a more natural and comfortable one. More terrifying and powerful than any being alive today was used to seeing.Chapter...one???5 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Aspicio raised the blonde mortal who had called him in front of himself without the touch of his hands, but with his mind. Glowing like the sun and blinding as an angel he raised his chin to meet the gaze of fear that was locked on his form. Where his face should be, a single large eye rested, unblinking, unfeeling.
Long ago he had abandoned the need to sympathize in truly demonic form, as he now had the self-preserving power of remaining on the material plain for an indefinite amount of time and no longe
Life is Beautiful I don't know where I'm going anymore. I've lost my purpose, my life. I am no one, as there is no person left to identify me.Life is Beautiful14 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
The air is cold. I feel the strong winds ruffle through my hair, not unlike how my father did when I was younger. I have taken my life for granted, and regret not treasuring every last second of it while I still had it. The faces of those I loved - family, friends, all flash through my head. I'll never see these people again, or hear their voices. This thought allows a small tear to sneak down my face. What have I done to deserve this? My life flashes before my eyes, scanning for an error. Yes, I have made mistakes, hurt others, and done damage, but such is only natural. I haven't made more mistakes than the average person, so why me? Or do these things not seem bad only because I am biased towards myself and want to appear as the victim?
My train of thought is interrupted, and for a
Thomarie My Love (15)Al Día siguiente...Thomarie My Love (15)18 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
(Después de ver la película Thomas se fue a su casa)
En la residencia Flynn
-Hola Perry- dijo bostezando la pelirroja, después de una noche "de paz" según ella. Marie se sentia muy bien, ahora que sabia que Thomas la amaba, se libró de la preocupación de no saber si el sentía lo mismo por ella, de sentir que estaba loca por quererlo o algo así, pensar que terminaría sola, etc. Todos esos temores que tenia no podrían afectarla nunca más, pero había una cosa que se le había olvidado, un pequeñísimo detalle que podría dejar todo igual ó podía cambiar todo de un momento a otro.
Marie sin conocer este detalle siguió con su rutina de la mañana feliz y cantando, se le notaba que estaba mas "libre" ya que en los ultimos días se le veía preocupada. Se dio una rápida ducha y se vistió, para luego bajar a desayunar.
-buenos días mamá- le dijo a