The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
Seven PoundsIve killed people.Seven Pounds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I killed my wife,
Now Im alone,
I have no fight.
Now I start anew,
I follow a new path.
A path that atones,
For the past.
As a boy I had dreamt of flight,
But now my wish is to,
To those Ive cursed,
With my own bare hands,
I would leave this world,
If it was to make amends.
Each day your heart,
Comes closer to a stop.
Its beats are limited,
But mine is still yet soft.
My life is over,
Yet my beat goes on.
Yours is just starting,
But your heart does not have long.
As the moment draws,
I know what to do.
I report my own.
The creature that kills.
Now my time has come,
Yours does not have to end.
Take what was mine,
As your own.
What I have to lend.
And you will meet my eyes sooner,
Than at the end.
EnfinPatience was not my virtue.Enfin4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wanted, I waited, I anticipated.
Pulling thoughts from a shadowy past,
just to tell the world you are now in my grasp.
Though I must rant for a bit, I do it with laughter:
It took you long enough!
It hurt you know, waiting.
But none of it matters now because you're here.
Our book is reopened.
What a beautiful sound, of old pages turning to new places.
You've come home from my mind's war.
Stay as long as you like.
Most Perfect Person on dAMost Perfect Person On DeviantArt CertificateMost Perfect Person on dA3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is to certify that I, *your name here*, am the most perfect person on DeviantArt. My perfection and awesomeness really should have been obvious all along, but some people are just too stupid to understand blatantly self-evident truths.
As the Most Perfect Person On DeviantArt, I am entitled, now and forever, to all the provisions in this document. So all you less-than-perfect people memorize the following and behave accordingly. And remember, if you ever disagree with me, I will effortlessly defeat you using any or all of the following THREE AWESOME PHRASES OF AWESOMENESS:
1. Don't judge me;
2. You're not the boss of me; and
3. STFU (or GTFO) troll.
SECTION I: DEVIATIONS.
--Every deviation I submit to my gallery is awesome and perfect, even if my gallery consists entirely of photos of Justin Bieber I stole off the internet.
SECTION II: RULES.
--Rules which were cre
The Broken BottleThe Broken Bottle3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
By hiding we are making sure that none could ever hurt us, find us, scare us to the point of retreat. Now when I say retreat I don't mean physically beating us back, or even making us pull back into ourselves. When I speak of retreat in this aspect I refer to actually making us so scared that we can't move back. We become so frightened of any kind of minor change any kind of stress. This will break us.
You know us.
You know what we are, but you don't know that you do.
We are the ones that you can rely on to always be there, the ones you can fall back on, the ones that fight back for you when you can't anymore. They stand up for you when you are too shocked or upset or even angry to act. We don't ever appear broken, we don't appear scared, we don't appear like there could ever be anything wrong.
You might ask us what's wrong when we let our masks slip, but we insist we're fine. Most of the time you believe us, those times you don't, those are the times we have truly fallen. We
Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]I watched the burning ship sink on the horizon, then turned to my roommate, who was sheepishly grinning at me. "Carl, what on Earth was all that?"Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not sure what you're referring to," he said innocently.
"You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!"
"Are you sure that was me? I think I would remember something like that." He sat down on the floor of the lifeboat we were in, crossing his legs and looking up at me.
I crossed my arms. "Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face." I didn't even know how Carl knew how to fire a harpoon!
"That sounds dangerous."
"You were head-butting children off the side of the ship!"
"That, ah, must have been horrible to watch." Carl's expression said different--he looked like he was enjoying this.
"And then you started making out with the ice sculptures!" I cried, exasperated.
Carl smiled, as if in doing this, he'd been doing a great service to society. "Thank god that the children weren't on board
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okami will forever be one of my most cherished videogames in my collection. There were so many aspects to be admired--a huge map that could be roamed around freely, giant intimidating bosses that actually required effort to defeat, and a unique and absolutely beautiful design.
As an artist, the entire watercolor/ink painting feel of the graphics is what really made the game win my heart. Even as you play, you are literally granted the power of a brush. You paint symbols directly on the screen that represent elements or attacks that may be used outside and inside the battlefield.
Of course, you're given a variety of weapons as well. Each one you find or purchase is a work of art in itself. They're all different in their own way and look magnificent. You have your choice of Rosaries (beads), Glaives (swords), and Reflectors (mirrors). Other than the looks, the performance of each weapon is slightly different but they're all quite balanced. Reflectors are swung around in a circular motion
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship ListThis is an ongoing project that is open to contributions.Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship List3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please read the description before critiquing or asking questions.
Generally Accepted Shipnames
Admireshipping - Kotsuzaka x Mokuba
Adoptshipping - Gozaburo x Seto
Adviseshipping - Priestess Aishizu x Mana
Agileshipping - Anzu x Vivian
Airshipping - Thief King Bakura x Priest Shaada
Akinshipping - Sugoroku x Ryouta
Anagramshipping - Priest Karim x Marik
Angelshipping - Rafael x Ryou
Angstshipping - Marik x Ryou
Anruishipping - Shaadi x Yuugi
Antagoshipping - Yami Bakura x Seto
Supreme Antagoshipping - S0 Kaiba x Yami Bakura
Apparishipping - Roba x Kotsuzaka
Apprenticeshipping - Mahaado x Mana
Aptshipping - Hiroto x Isis
Aquaintanceshipping - Hiroto x Roba
Ardentshipping - Hiroto x Shizuka
Argenshipping - Pegasus x Ryou
Arrogantshipping - Seto x Mai
Artichokeshipping - Yami M
A true heroA true hero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...7 years ago in General More Like This