Goodnight Demon SlayerThere's a monster beneath my bed. There's one in the closet as well. Every night they come out to scare me. Every night it's a different monster. They don't know. They don't know that I am The Slayer. The monsters that come to my room are not an accident. I lure them in with my sweet innocent behavior. They hide behind my door and under my bed until the night is deep and dark. This is when they strike, but I know them far too well. My blade is quicker, my eyes better adjusted; keener is my gaze as the howl of the demons I slay pierces the night. The deep purple blood drips from the wound, down my arm and I smirk a wicked smirk that has no pity. I hear my mother say, "Good night demon slayer. Goodnight."Goodnight Demon Slayer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cani-mor speciesThe Cani-mor species4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
yes this is a species ive been working on quite a while. It is still in a working prosess. im planning to make this a very detailed species. also this is loads of fun, since i studie biology I love to make up species, thinking of whats evolutionary possible
Here is a small brief so far.
I will add things as time goes to this species. the species might develope somwhat over time, but not so much that the first of its kind will be wrong or anything. this is a big project. I really want to cover as much as possible for this species.
( erm please ignore typos, im not from a englishspeaking country) :
Cani-mor short for its latin name Canidae morphogenesis
This species of canines have evolved on the planet Gliese 581 C ( this is in fact a planet in the Gliese solarsystem! google it)
Due to the extreme counditions on this hostile planet the species apperence have been driven to the extreme.
The harsh and hostile environments on 581 C i
Spidey HulkPAGE ONE / FIVE PANELSSpidey Hulk7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We open on a shot of PETER dressed as SPIDER-MAN (and none of that black costume or Iron Spider crap, thank you very much) swinging through the city.
This isnt a leisurely spin through downtown New York. On the contrary, PETER is moving like a man chased by the devil. Frantic to escape whatever is following him.
(1) CAPTION: So goes my life.
Another web line sends PETER swinging in another long arc past office buildings and penthouses. We still cant see what it is hes running from but his need to get away has not diminished in the least.
(2) CAPTION: No, seriously. I have the worst luck of anyone I know.
We move to the interior of one of those office buildings, looking out the floor to ceiling windows as PETER swings past. In any other city, it would be something to get excited about, but here in New York, it
Lilith My QueenLilith My Queen:Lilith My Queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In darkness she called me
My life she did bind.
Lilith my Queen;
My soul was consigned...
By blood we were sealed
By hatred defined!
We killed in her name
For this angel of mine.
Her wings were the darkest
They bore chains of steel.
Through darkness my wounds
And my scars she did heal.
In nightmares she whispered
They broke me in time.
She tore out my heart
And ripped out my mind.
All through the black winter
This one frosted night
The heavens did weep
For the death of the light...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th March 2012
SacrificeWhy do the masses condemn your life?Sacrifice8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To this blade that sits shining on the edge of a knife
Fill up your lungs as you take a deep breath
Smell the decomposing decay as you inhale death
But for what reason and why are you dieing
And why aren't you moving, fighting or crying
Will you die for honour, weakness or love?
What is your motive to be sent up above?
Well mine is simple and the easiest to answer
It's the love that infected me like a terminal cancer
It courses through my veins, and reaches my heart
And knowing of your end is tearing me apart
The days count down and the clock hands turn
With each passing second my soul starts to burn
Thoughts fill my mind of innocence and escape
Because I fear with your passing the planet will quake
As it mourns the desecration of on of its fairest flowers
Now more then ever, I love you and refuse to cower
So I prey to the god, who ever they may be
To please spare you, and come take me
Because my heart cannot endure your demise
And I tell them how t
Tips For succeeding as an ArtistSucceeding as an artist: These are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind.Tips For succeeding as an Artist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) A very important and often overlooked aspect of the art industries is networking. Get to know people and especially get to know who is important to know. Acquire a list of contacts and MAINTAIN those contacts. Don't call someone up after ten years of radio silence then be like "hi, remember me? Need job now, can has?" Also, don't be a dick to people and don't burn bridges. You'd be surprised how quickly that can get you blacklisted from a variety of places. Even if someone is a rampaging, fiery doucheflute, cope..... pretty much like any other job. keep your contacts list nice and organized. Sounds like frivolous advice but trust me, it's not. When you have several hundred contacts, being able to go "who's the guy I did that porn mural with.... *scrolls down to PORN category* oh right, HIM," can make networking much more efficient and a lot less confusing.
2) PORTFOLIO! It must
Gloria...GloriaGloria...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can my fate be so cruel?
Not even a week I had with you
Sitting down on my coach listening to my MP3
Hoping it will block out memories of you and me
Separated by circumstance, it was fates decision
Know my mind begs me "make an incision"
Deep into my flesh, just numb the pain
Silence these thoughts saying "you'll never see her again"
My heart, I am surprised, weeps for lost time we could have shared
I waited far too long, because I was scared
Now a new fear fills me, the fear of never seeing you
I pray silently "don't let it be true"
I want to hear your voice and all of your stories
I don't care if they are dull or mindlessly boring
I just love the sound of your voice, like a thousand flutes
Torture it is to be without it, as though I'm left deaf and mute
I pull out a smoke, they help me think
But still it seems, I am unable to speak
I may fall apart, tears fill my eyes
Here I was thinking I could no longer cry
My loved ones comfort me but the one I want cannot
Because you h
Character Sketch - JulianCharacter Sketch - Julian8 years ago in Horror More Like This
The vampire Julian walks through a storm, and where he’ll end up inside of it is a mystery. Will he stay in the eye of the tempest today and be gentle and silent and kind? Or will he live on the edge, in wind, rain, and blood, consumed by a sharp and ruthless lust for a beating heart to call his own? Alas, they are stopped dead when he reaches in to hold them close, and so he gains nothing. For him all is ruin: broken toys and forgotten figures of glass and stone. He keeps these things within the storm to remind him of his own existence, of years nearly passed out of memory. Gray skies stain everything the color of death to put his soul at ease.
NightmareFour years of nightmares that never seem to ceaseNightmare8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Four years of horror and a long forgotten peace
Whether it's my death being revealed a million ways
Which I have been dreaming about for 1461 days
Or the love of my life, standing motionless in the centre of a lake
Just the mere sight of her makes me begin to shake
The unchanged statement uttered "it is nearly time"
Awoken there after knowing she will never be mine
Will it be another of the nightmares that are constantly haunting?
Perhaps it will be the endless run through a desert of taunting
Seeing all who I have ever known smugly mocking me
A hopeless mission to catch them is blinding all I can see
Every night I close my eyes there ripping me apart
Sometimes it is the faceless demon that tears at my heart
Entering and infecting my very being, my essence, my soul
Engulfing all that makes me myself, it's taking over control
Some nights ill awaken with tears running down my features
And then it will come flowing back, the memories of cr
Someone EvilSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs is one of my favourite bed time stories. Everybody loves Snow White, and everybody hates the witch, it is how we are positioned as the reader to react. I saw earlier today a beautiful piece of digital art by Cosmopavone entitled Sweet Revenge. So now I propose a different view. Think about it honestly, how would you feel if you had one thing? One thing which you were better at than anyone in the entire world? You worked hard and became the best photographer or artist or author. Then, out of no where some girl who doesnt even have to try becomes better than you. The one thing that made you special, the one thing that made you different is stripped away. She made you second best. Ok, so one would have to admit that the girl had no choice in the matter, and how could one work hard to be beautiful? When I was younger I used to watch my Gran smother her face with cream after cream to keep her skin wrinkle free, which to my surprise she sSomeone Evil7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This