My Promise... My Oath....Some time ago, I made a promise. A promise to myself, and the image that stood in the Nightmare's Mirror.More Like This
"I will not be like you...." I vowed, for in that mirror was a face, yet it did not reflect Me.
In that mirror stood a vile, wretched, heartless, soul-less, ABOMINATION so closed off from the world that it was blinded to anything and everything still decent within it....
What stood in the mirror, that day, was what I feared I would become one day....
I mean, I'm all for a good villain, but what stood there was just... Wrong....
Wrong, like the thing that sleeps under your bed, hides in your closet, and lurks in your head... It was like one of those mirrors at an amusement park, the ones that make you look all goofy....
To this day, those eyes haunt me still... They looked so... Empty, as if Life itself had faded and all Hope drained from them, being replaced with Anger and Hate so pure that it could burn the world without so much as a passing glance....
"I will Never be
The Nightmare part 6.The Nightmare part 6.More Like This
His vision blurred, heart began to race, and the world went dark. There the man found himself in an endless room completely devoid of anything other than himself. Nothing but a pitch black void of a room. He had no clue where he was, how he had gotten there, or why he was there. All he knew was that he was there. The room was mostly silent. The only exception being the sound of his heart racing in his ears. The man was in a daze. One moment he's in his dream with Her, and now he's... wherever he is and he can't explain why. He was trying to sort out his mind until he heard a voice say, "Find me..." The man searched for the origin of the voice while it repeated again, "Find me..." The man couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. It sounded both far away and as if it were right next to him. Then he realized... "It's in my head!?" the man shouted. "Find me..." the voice called again. The man asked out loud, "Where do I start?" "Here" the voice res
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five months and
Happy thirteenth birthday,
The Nightmare pt. 5 The Nightmare pt. 5More Like This
It was the same most every week. He'd get in his dad's car and have their usual conversation. Then the man would grab the map from the back seat and navigate them to any garage sale in the newspaper. After they'd hit all of the most interesting sales, they'd go back home and he'd play videogames until dinner, and then they'd watch a movie. But, today however, the man just felt tired and fell asleep as soon as they arrived home.
Usually, the man resented sleep on account of the nightmares and his horrible sleeping habits, but now he just couldn't seem to keep himself awake. He slept solidly until his dad woke him up for dinner. The man then ate his dinner quietly and returned to sleep. He once again was awoken in a cold sweat by his nightmare.
The man's watch read 1:19 A.M., he slept through the movie in his street clothes. He tried to get off the couch to use the restroom but was disoriented and rolled off onto the floor wit
Ground Breaking Pong-Pong 1NOTE: dA jacked up my journal when I was trying to update it. I am resubmitting it. Now, I am kind of nervous doing any journals. I have saved it this time.More Like This
I just want to have a running journal of the pong between crazyruthie and myself.
I suppose I should explain our pong. I started out with a raw fractal, Ruthie then printed it off and made a collage from my beginning fractal. After completing her part, she scanned me the result, and I added another layer, and back and forth. Pongs 1-4 are pretty much changing sizes and colors, and at crazyruthie 's number 5 we went a little more creative and bold in our submission. You can see parts of the swan all the way through Ruthie's number 7. Then we had ferns and spots and those ran through until number 15. After that I concentrated on the flowers, then we made a few quilts and now we are opening it up again (#21) I can't believe we have been playing this pong t