Beautiful.You areMore Like This
name age gender remain a secret.
I know neither your
height weight sexuality nor the color of your
eyes hair skin.
For once I had no
that distorted you into something that you
I savor my ignorance
for it carries the delightful taste of
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsMore Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
Dear Mommy.Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself.More Like This
I need you to hold my hand.
From crossing the little old gravel road
To helping me find wonderland.
Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself.
I love the way you used to be.
Happy and joyful, so filled with love
Or at least that's how you seemed to me.
Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand.
But please don't let yourself go.
I need you now more than ever,
And more than you'll ever know.
Dear mommy, please don't leave me.
I love you.. Don't you understand?
Mommy, please don't kill yourself.
I still need you to hold my hand.
ShiftingSolid, the world that I stand onMore Like This
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each picture, each word, each song.
I tended to the fresh and flames anew
Warming the hearth; a home created, set,
And welcomed each and everyone of you.
Everything was perfect
What was broken, mended
What was ruined, repaired
Now there is a war raging on.
My place of peace ablaze
The fire I built, consumes
Each building, brick by brick
Shudders under gunfire
From an enemy unknown
And the havoc that once was, resumes.
Crumbling, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built it with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each memory, each sound, each joy I stored here.
It is all burning down
My legs give way, and I shudder
My home, my happiness, my peace
The scars that had healed re-opened
The foundation of my will ripped apart.
Gone, all gone; leaving the faint hollowness
The embers of my flames bur
The Stars that Seem to CollideThe soft crunch of gravel under your feetMore Like This
Stepping to the rhythm, stepping to the beat
Others surround you, excitement rides on the breeze
Summer putting souls to rest, their stress turned into peace
Driving, climbing, walking through
Nothing else better to do
In this old town, then what we found
On the night when our stars fall down.
Everything thing in this clearing become silent
Whispers of anticipation suddenly compliant
And we all hold our breath; our hearts in our chests, roughly kicking
as the final minutes on the clock fall away, softly ticking.
We look to the skies
and I can never believe my eyes
as I sat on the concrete that night
When the Stars seemed to Collide
In brilliant bursts
And these new lights we made,
These beautiful embers flicker at first
But more are launched, a crusade
Just a flicker, a flash
and when these lights touch the night
the atmosphere holds steadfast
And these stars begin to ignite
Bang, Crash, Boom
They create a chorus of sound
reunionhe waits.More Like This
If you come closerMore Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked trees and the green grass.
You're everything to me,love.
My eyes' shine and heart's beat.
I'm addicted to your touch.
Don't leave-My tears beg.
Your fingers are locked between mine.
Tik-Tok,you're here now,holding me.
It's us against the time.
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Birth MarkedGrandpa used to tell storiesMore Like This
about the night I was born,
said a lost sparrow with cockeyed feathers
hopped across my right shoulder
and left its mark.
Shifting the sheaf of hair
mom refused to cut short
and craning my neck,
I could just see the cluster
of sharp-edged W's etched like tattoos
across the scalloped scoop of my bones.
In summer heat waves,
I learned to weave my dark tangles into braids
and let the claw strokes breathe,
the thin straps of feather-print shirts
pushed out of the way.
On those days,
Grandpa claimed I could lift my arms, wing-like,
and fly myself into something new.
though the sun is high
and summer nears again,
Grandpa is gone
and I am weighted by dark moods
and black mascara.
Standing at his graveside,
I tell him stories about the parts of him I miss
and the parts of me I hate
but cannot change;
the parts I was born into.
A phantom breeze clutches
the fresh bob of my wayward hair
and for a moment,
I can feel his work-calloused fingers
i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,More Like This
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my bones and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.
Bully You're ugly.More Like This
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
IntensityCoffee: two creams, one sugar, one Sweet 'n' low. Pancakes: short stack. Side of bacon. Every Tuesday and Thursday. 9am.More Like This
The order never changed, though sometimes he would ask for extra syrup, but it was only on the mornings when he came in with unkempt hair and stubble on his high-boned, ruddy cheeks. Those were the rough mornings, the mornings when caloric intake was not on his mind. They weren't often: he was usually very meticulous. Only the occasional day would arise when you could tell the morning had not gone as it should have. My heart ached for him on these days.
He only ever came on Tuesday and Thursday: he didn't have to be in the office (he worked for a mortgage company) until 10am on those days, instead of the usual 9 o'clock. He took the extra hour to have a proper breakfast, even if there were days when he clearly could have spent more time on his morning hygiene practices rather than rushing to a diner. The vainer part of myself thought that he always showed up for me,
asylumI have lines to crossMore Like This
and skeletons to shatter,
because halted mercy
resides in these hands.
But I will not
show mercy with you.
Today is painted
with pinstripes and broken
nails, it is when
you decide I am
good enough to be
But I made myself worse,
when I was with you.
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.More Like This
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
A Letter to MozartI have a confession to make.More Like This
I think we should break up.
Don’t get me wrong, you are a collection of stars. Every time I hear that little night music I look up in the sky and I see your magnificent constellation shining ever-so-bright down upon me. I am so thankful for our little infinity, but I just can't see this working out.
Anyone with eyes could see what a distinguished composer you are. What with your sumptuous symphonies and celebratory sonatas, you are a heartthrob; oh, what I would give to have you tickle my ivories if even just once. But you see, I think I’ve had enough of your distasteful dissonance. All that’s left between us are aggravating augmentations and catastrophic cadenzas.
I wish that I could taste our mellifluous melodic memories one last time. Last I remember we shared such a charming concerto; now all I’m left with is a wasteful waltz. What happened to those fantastic fantasias we were always dreaming of?
We used to have such grace and su
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.More Like This
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Survival Game -1-Its hoofs carried it closer and closer towards me, my arms relaxed as I eyed its figure in the distance. It was on guard, stopping at the sound of its own hoofs whenever it crumbled a leaf. I observed it silently, it’s perked up ears and always ready to run posture, the ultimate runner yet the ultimate prey. I almost felt sad for it as I set up the bow in my hands and readjusted myself on the ledge. I took in a deep breath as I waited for it to come closer, my hands itching to let go of the delicate arrow that rested in them, the object that would either grant more years of life or death. My stomach agreed with my hands, it hadn’t tasted the savory meat in days. My senses twitched at the sound of its steps, carrying the creature closer and closer to my position yet never close enough to let go of the arrow in my grasp.More Like This
I kept both eyes on the target, moving them further down the path to where it would pass. I trained my eyes on this one spot until I saw a hoof step into my
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidMore Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]:More Like This
AJ and Cain [Part 1]
An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous rock bands like Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, Seether, etc… and AJ loved it. A store never spoke to him like this one did. He wandered to the back of the room, examining the CDs in awe before a voice spoke to him, making him jump.
"Let me know if you need help finding anything," It said, carelessly, the voice low and gruff. Familiar.
:Forbidden- Ch 1:More Like This
My mother looked up from her book and raised her eyebrows at me expectantly as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Do you mind if I go out tonight?"
"And where do you plan on going?"
"Over to Dan's."
"Oh, but of course! That Daniel is such a nice boy," My mother picked her book back up and smiled to herself. "If only you were more like him."
I frowned and ran upstairs to my bedroom to change. Before I stripped, I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror on my closet door. My black hair needed a trim to keep it from falling over my icy, blue eyes. My skin was white as a sheet and my body lacked the muscles guys were supposed to have packed under their skin. Flesh and bones. That's all I was. I was never going to get a guy, looking like this. Not that it mattered. Dating really never interested me all that much and I had yet to find a guy that perked my interest. My parents didn't like the fact that I was gay and I usuall
:Forbidden- Ch 2:More Like This
"So where are we going?"
AJ gave me an odd look as we left the club and I shrugged, looking around for Talen. It had taken me twenty minutes to lure my blue-haired friend away from the girls and 10 extra minutes to persuade him into leaving the club. My patience was running out as we walked into the crisp, night air.
Inside the club, I had checked my phone as AJ dramatically came up with an excuse for his new fan club, only to find 3 missed calls all from my mom. She found out, I just knew she must have. She must have tried to reach me at Dan's. For some reason, my mother finding out wasn't the big catastrophe it had been earlier in my naïve mind. All I wanted to do was find Talen. I dismissed the calls and resumed my search for the lanky bartender.
"We have to find someone," I murmured to AJ.
"That's really specific, dude," AJ sneered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Just look for that bartender that was working in the club."
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"I'm going on my jog!"
I zipped up my sweatshirt, as I thumped down the stairs, coming face to face with my mom at the last step. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were fixed on me with a stern glare.
"You're not going to meet up with that emo kid again are you?"
I exhaled with aggravation as I recalled the occurrence that happened a few nights ago. I had lied to my mom about who I went out with and got home late, causing my parent's suspicions to rise and their trust to diminish like leaves in the wind. It was difficult now to even take a step onto the front porch without them sticking their noses into my business. It was more annoying than anything.
"You know I go for a jog every Sunday morning," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Nothing about that has changed. I jog to the city, visit the music store, and jog home."
She stood there for a minute, her hand to her chin, as if contemplating on whether she should let me go or not.
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"Yes!" AJ turned to me, smiling brightly. "It'll be a blast!"
"Well " I rubbed my hands on my legs nervously beneath the table, looking away. "I don't know if I'll be able to get through my parents."
My blue-haired friend raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms.
"It never stopped you before."
"I- I know but "
"I know what it is."
I suddenly became rigid all over.
"Y- You do?'
"Yep," AJ leaned forward, smiling slyly. "You're already going with someone, aren't you?"
My face burned red and I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.
"HA!" AJ jumped up, pointing to me. "I KNEW IT!"
The people around us in the cafeteria turned to stare at AJ and I jumped up, dragging him out into the halls of the school.
"Shut up," I hissed, smacking him in the head.
"Is it that Talen guy?" He asked, apparently unfazed by my attempt at inflicting pain upon him.
"Y- Yeah," I whispered, looking down as my face heated up with embarras
:Forbidden- Ch 5:More Like This
"Ugh! It's hot! How can you wear that thing? It's like 100 degrees!"
AJ fanned himself and stuck his tongue out, panting heavily like a dog would. I shook my head, smiling as I zipped up my sweatshirt.
"It's 60 out and perfect for a sweatshirt."
"What? It's boiling!"
"You are so over-dramatic." I laughed and stared down the road, my eyebrows furrowing.
"What time did they say they were picking us up?" AJ asked, mimicking me as I stared towards the corner.
"Talen said he'd be here around 5:00. It's 5:30 now."
"Of course, he'd be late," the blue-haired boy scoffed and crossed his arms, sticking out his bottom lip. "I'm hungrryyyy."
"Quit complaining," I snapped with irritation. "Why didn't you eat lunch?"
"Because I needed to save room for the greasy, fried shit at the carnival. DUH."
"Well, he should be here any minute."
Just as the words came out of my mouth, the familiar red mustang pulled around the corner and up AJ's driveway, sounding the
:Forbidden- Ch 6:More Like This
Even though I was frozen in place on the seat of the Ferris wheel, my mouth curved into a warm grin.
"You like me?" My voice quivered and I licked my lips, hoping to get a taste of Talen's Chap Stick from them.
"Yeah," Talen chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought I was straight before I met you."
My eyes widened and I straightened up a bit.
"Seriously? I... I turned you?!"
Talen laughed and wrapped his arm around me as the Ferris wheel came to a stop part way to the ground.
"Well, when I first met you, you were just so cute, what with the red cheeks and the way you were so terrible at making stuff up."
My face flushed in embarrassment at the memory.
"And the more we hung out, the more I couldn't stand to be away from you. You were the only person who could make me smile and laugh like that, besides my brother. And I fell for you. Pretty hard, actually. So... what I'm trying to say behind all this corny shit. Will you go out w
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Stopping a block away from my house, Talen put the car in park and stared out the windshield. I turned in the passenger's seat to stare at him one last time, his hazel eyes shifting to me as I smiled a bit.
"I don't want this night to end," I whispered, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Me neither," The black-haired man whispered, caressing my face in his hands. "But I had a really good time. I'm glad you like me back."
Talen leaned forward and let his fingers sift through my hair as his lips gently brushed mine, bringing me into a tender kiss. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up, tracing Talen's prominent jaw bone with my fingers as he moved closer, putting more pressure on our lips. He pulled away slowly, grinning slyly.
"W- What's with that face?" I stuttered, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" He asked, leaning back and making my face burn with unease. "It seems like you've had practice before."
"I- I d
The Purpose of Life.The purpose of life is not to find peace.More Like This
The purpose of life is not to be successful.
The purpose of life is not to find harmony.
The purpose of life is not to be rich.
The purpose of life is a problem.
The problem takes a lifetime to solve, and you must be patient in finding the answer. Sometimes you may not even find the answer; but that doesn't mean to give up.
The purpose of life is simpler than you think; it is only to live life and to pass on the message that life is worth living for, even without trying purposely to find that ONE specific purpose;
You do not mindlessly live for one thing; you live for all and many.
WHAT AM I!?!ツンデレ Tsundere (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside)More Like This
[x] You come off as sort of aloof to some people.
[ ] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing too much weakness
[x] You have a secret obsession with something cute.
[x] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her.
[x] You blush when people point out your sensitivities.
[x]You blush when people tell sexual jokes.
ヤンデレ Yandere (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside)
[x] You're very sweet and kind in public.
[ ] When romance becomes a topic of discussion, people say your personality changes drastically.
[x] You know some sort of martial art, swordplay, or otherwise.
[x] You have a crush who you'd literally kill for.
[ ] You have a pet-peeve that makes you snap.
[ ] Schizophrenic?
メガネっ娘 Meganekko (Girl/Guy-with-Glasses Character)
[x] You have glasses.
[x] You are always cl
I am sooo bored...001. Real Name: Victoria Grace (This part, I'm a little uncomfortable about so...)More Like This
002. Nickname[s]: (Little) Flower, Cteimway, Cteim, Darcy, Cary
003. Zodiac Sign: Aries
004. Male or Female: Female
005. Nursery School: Didn't go :/
006. Primary School: HAHA! I don't have to tell you shit! ....it was a public school...
007. Secondary School: ...Catholic School...
008. Hair Colour: Brown
009. Long or Short: Short
010. Loud or Quiet: Depends where and who with
011. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
012. Phone or Camera: ....I'm supposed to choose!?
013. Health Freak: no, I am positive I will end up fat...
014. Drink or Smoke: not really, a drink here and the
Educate.Begin to educate your children well at a young age.More Like This
They begin to take in your knowledge at an age of three. I didn't have anyone to educate me, so I want to bring this to you.
I want to tell you that bringing your positive knowledge to someone else, or your children will brighten you, and brighten them. When you become older and wiser:
They say, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." for a reason.
Be happy, and bring that positive attitude somewhere else. Find your purpose in life to seek happiness; it's not far away if you just look a little farther.
Bring up a smile, and give that person a sun to their dusk.
Love Has FailedLove Has FailedMore Like This
Someone explain love.
Why do we love?
Why do we depend on another's acceptance of our faults, and label it as love?
I never understood love very much.
I didn't understand heartbreak.
Just means you're closer to finding the person meant for you, right?
I just discovered; you can feel heartbreak without dating the person.
Or ever seeing them face to face.
Or being in the same country as them.
How does that work?
How can you not know someone, but know them enough to love them?
Okay with being single.
Let's rephrase, shall we?
Okay with being alone.
How does that work?
How can you not ever have someone to talk to, and be fine with that?
How was I?
How was I fooling myself for the longest time that I liked being alone?
But I fail.
Love fails me.
Every guy that might be good for me is one or more of the following:
-lives on the other side of the world
-way too old/young
In legend it says that Greek gods,
I will note that this is not my
UnmaskIn my own strange language, I am singing it to youMore Like This
Through my old self's new words, I will stain my own canvas
With my smiling paintbrush, I will paint it with no hue
In order to find the price to end this selfish mass
As the dusk arrives to hide the colors of the sky
My faceless self passes by the monochrome of real
The caring words they say turn my world into a lie
But I will look forward for the dawn where I can feel
The sun rises and I have awaken the anger
The siren's voice began to hum its own melody
A euphoria that I cannot hold any longer
It is a step closer for the perfection of me
I keep on receiving the crowded daylight's blessing
A guardian angel of death became the host of mind
My lazy eyes opened in the middle of raining
I watched the world being killed by our own supreme kind
I will resurrect the dead again at any cost
I must save my spirit that is left for them to grind
I have to show my numb hands the blood that I have lost
This is my last chance to remove myself from
I am the mighty Jaguar/Lion!! Liguar??CHEETAHMore Like This
 You love the summer
[ ] You hate getting wet
[x] You have a keen sense of smell
 You stick mostly with your close family
[ ] You enjoy running at anytime
[ ] You love patterns of polka dots
[x] You are very fast
[x] You're tired all the time and love to sleep.
 You have long hair (I'm growing it out....)
[x] You like to go under a tree for shade on a hot day
[x] You're usually lazy and you sit down at least 8 hours of the day
[x] You have a short temper.
[x] You're sometimes competitive.
[x] your favorite colors are either Gold, red or orange (Red, like the color of my enemies blood..Hehehe)
[x] You're very quick footed
[x] You easily can climb anything
[x] You like to hide your personal things
[x] You're so quiet that sometimes people don't realize you're even there.
[x] You enjoy the night
 you're great at jumping
 your favorite color is yellow, and or black
 You're a loner
 You're very flexible you enjoy both cold
Friend Code4270 - 1546 - 7374More Like This
Add me :3
I have Pokemon X
I havent played much, been working a lot more XD
An Ode to Jim Butcher(Part the First: Enter Harry Dresden)More Like This
JRR we see your Gandalf and raise you a 44.
Harry Dresden ain't afraid to start a war.
The Red Court Vampires thought they won.
Harry burned their house down and killed every one.
If I don't know your secrets, my skull Bob finds them out.
Don't mind me while I trade him a Harlequin so he'll come out.
I'll says I'm not good at making magic flash-bang.
But if I say "Forzare!" You'll know your bell just rang.
My Padawan likes Star Trek and has a thing for wild hair
Molly can pick your brain and walk away without knowing she was there.
So if you're in Chicago, you can find me in the book.
Because I'm the only wizard in the Yellow Pages. Take a look.
Harry Dresden finds lost objects, no love potions please.
A Warden of the Council, for all your Arcane Needs.
Little DresdenHa! Thomas was finally asleep! Now I Had a chance of getting the beer that he had kept away from me for the past two days. Not that I rely wanted one but you have to admit that when you are not allowed to do something it is funner to do it then; then when it is allowed. Because I have refused to wear the pink girls slippers I now walked across the floor in white lacy stockings Thomas insisted I wear.More Like This
"Just you wait..." I muttered as my feet shuffled over the carpet. I looked up at the fridge, inside I knew Thomas was keeping Mac's brew. If only I could reach the handle... I stretched my arm up as far as I could but I couldn't reach it. Surely I hand't been this short as a kid. This time I jumped for the Fridge handle but my miniature hand hardly brushed it.
"Shit," I cursed in my kid voice. That only made my mood worse; nothing I said now sounded dramatic anymore. Bob had been no help, he didn't know how to turn me back to my regular age or at least didn't try very hard to. But maybe h
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unclear
And so I’ve shed so many tears, all which came from fear
Though it could be hard to move along, no one ever said you cannot
So please, don’t give up, I believe in you, even if you do not
I'll wipe off your tearsTrust me when I say this, everything will be alrightMore Like This
I’ll be here, to comfort you every moment of your life
Cry on my chest if you like, only if it lets you feel right
Because I will always be here, right by your side
I know some things can be unexpected,
And sometimes the bad can’t be evaded
But I’ll try my best, so you can be able to rest
And I’ll try my best to relieve you from stress
Because I care too much to leave you with pain
It tears my heart to see you like this again
You’ve told me to step back, but it's too sad and tiring
I promise you, this will be the last time you’ll be crying
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder:icontechgnotic:More Like This
The Serenely Powerful Art of `yuumei
In the top half of an hourglass, a polar bear and her cub perch perilously atop a wedge of melting ice, its dripping water becoming the "sand" that is inexorably drowning an urban couch potato figure in the hourglass's bottom chamber. The beautiful yet arresting digital painting is "Countdown" by yuumei and it is currently one of the most popular pieces on deviantART. It is "archetypal yuumei" in its perfectly balanced blending of a striking lyrically beautiful visual with an underlying urgent social or political message.
Her specialty is digital art in an anime style, but she often employs traditional watercolors and other elements. Her cause is saving and preserving what's left of the Earth's wildlife and its environment; she donates large portions of profits from her artworks to a host of wildlife and environmental organizations and urges all deviants and others to do the same. But what has really been her stand-out achievem
Dead I LayWhat would you do if I died today?More Like This
Slit my wrists, would you cry that day?
How would you feel if I died in May?
Dead in a field, in flowers I'd lay.
Who would realize if I died today?
One of millions to turn her skin to grey.
Where would you find me on that fateful day?
Dead in a brook because I'd gone astray?
When would you care that I died that day?
Tomorrow, next year, on that day in may?
Why do I feel this need to pass away?
Lost in this world and full of dismay.
Cry in my name for I have died today.
Bled out the sorrow on this dreary day.
Surrounded by flowers from this past May.
Washed up to shore and dead I lay.
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has turned black
I don't want to watch the young one
Can't the dates be completely over and done
Are you even my mom anymore
Because you just seem like an uncaring whore
I hope you're happy
Because you've lost me
The stuff you have to do as an artist sometimes...I get a lot of questions about being a full time artist from youngsters and one thing I've learnt over the past 2 years that I cannot emphasize enough is - PAY ATTENTION IN MATHS. Or if you have to take a business class and you really hate it because its not creative, trust me, you're gonna need and use that shit years later. I'm kind of running around like a headless chicken because I did neither of those things and am having to find out the hard way in artist survival by jumping each fence as it hits me in the knees, lol. If you want to live as an artist that means paying the bills as an artist, doing tax as an artist and buying things as an artist. You become your business.More Like This
I started Spectramis Arts in 2013 and this is the first year of full self assessment I have to get sorted for the january deadline. A self Assessment is when youre self employed and have to tell the HMRC or IRS (or whatever your equiv is) what you've earned in the tax year and then you can claim money back for th
ALL ARTISTS ONLINE READ THIS- NOW. PLEASE SHARE.EDIT: Confused as hell about all this? Don't understand big scary business words and laws and shit? (Don't worry, me neither) READ THIS. It's the best way to explain EXACTLY what is going on right now if you don't understand business. If you sell certain types of art online this concerns YOU (nomatter where you live). Even if the art you sell through a marketplace is only worth $1 and it ends up being bought by someone in the EU.More Like This
It -seriously- concerns me why very few people on DA are not freaking out about the new EU VAT law that is starting on Jan 1st. I'm an artist, not particularly biz minded but I do make my living from selling my art as a freelancer/sole trader of creative services and goods. Many of you here will do so too. Some of you sell prints through DA. Some of you sell PSD templates. Stock. Photography liscences. Brushes. Textures. Webcomics on your websites or through plat
10 Random Facts about my OC's (tag)Augh I just remembered my sub expired D: ANYWAY, I was tagged by the infinitely talented :icondansyron: to say 10 things about a bunch of my OC's. I'm gonna keep it short but choose 5 characters. Engelstuff is always fun to know and you might even learn something new.More Like This
1. Her toes are pointy like her fingers. They used to be regular toes but someone pointed out to me ages ago that'd be weird so i changed it.
2. One of Imagni's proto names was Prince Lumo. I'm still using the name Lumo in there somewhere but where you'll have to wait and see.
3. Imagni used to use male pronouns in 2008's issue 0. Then it switched to female pronouns in the edit. If you own the original first print of the comic then you own something crazy rare.
4. Imagni loves tea. All Creators do, but her especially. Teafreak.
5. When Imagni sleeps she dreams about our world instead. She can't interact with it though.
6. Imagni's hair is pale neon yellow, not blonde.
I dare you..I honestly dare you to try and get on your soap box about "being nice to each other" in front of Mike Brown's parents. I dare you to talk down on the protesters who are risking injury and arrest and ask them "why can't we just get along?" I dare you to look the holocaust survivors and former protesters from the civil rights movement who are out in the bitter cold in the eyes and tell them "everyone has an opinion." Look them dead in the eyes and tell them what you're so proud to claim on the internet.More Like This
..But it's easy to say online, isn't it? It's easy to turn your head away from an issue that doesn't affect you. It must be nice to have the choice to ignore racism and police brutality, because you know, you don't have to live it.
Must be real nice.
Boldly Facing The FutureMore Like This
Artist Credit DanielaUhlig
Many of you have been in this community for a long time, but whether you’ve just joined or you’ve been a member since day one, this is your first impression of the new DeviantArt.
Change is not something that we take lightly, because it affects our collective identity. It was important for us to define who we are and what we’re made of at our core before we changed anything. We all have our own understanding of what that means, but the process of getting that core story down on paper took almost a year.
The result is “Bleed and Breed Art.” This is our center of gravity and our reason for getting out of bed in the morning.
It is the guide and the justification for everything, including our business partnerships, the development of the new app and the design of our new ide
My dA StoryIt's a niftey lil thing everyone's doin sooo... *aggressively jumps into bandwagon* LET'S DO THIS!!More Like This
Uhhhh not too sure where to start lol I guess a good place to start will be when I first found out about Deviantart. I was in 5th or 6th grade and dA was still young site [only about uhh 5 years old more or less]. I've been drawing since I was 3 years old, but never thought about posting them online [back then I mainly used the internet for playing games on like AddictingGames and such]. I discovered dA via google but never joined until late my 8th grade year when I found out through my then-newfound friend Kiirosan96:iconkiirosan96: that it was actually free to make a Dev profile. So I joined and posted some of my art, which was mostly just fanart and bad fan characters :icontongueblush:. *goes to look for an example to show you* Oh yeah, I forgot I deleted them.... oh well I'm preeeeeeeeetty sure you wouldn't wanna se
Painting the Roses RedMore Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the words
The words that lead me to a world of wonder
"Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is lost, time is lost
Tick, tock, tick tock
Forever lost, forever lost
Tick tock, tick tock,
My mind is lost "
And I repeat it until my eyes closed
Then I fell and fell
Down into the realm of my mind
Where anything is possible
It is a dream, but it seems so real
I'm tempted to stay,
Tired.I, am tired.More Like This
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
The Monster in The MirrorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser
Slender ManWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
I am wary of my following message not being received with the full gravity it deserves. It is not my intention to unduly alarm the deviantART community, but... LaurenKitsune is at this time unaccounted for. All attempts on our part to contact her have failed. It is my hope that she has simply taken a much deserved unscheduled pre-Halloween “vacation” and will be back in online communication soon.
Before going dark, LaurenKitsune was good enough to write and transmit a report on the Slender Man phenomenon sweeping the Internet. That report is published here fo
Holiday Card Project 2013More Like This
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month Premium Membership to deviantA
Weekly photo #017 + Radical Silence by tvurk Zebre by Vrogdish :thumb410605383: Cold Light by Burtn Spring kingfisher by Holasek never complete in the summer months by Rona-Keller -Long way to home- by Janek-Sedlar Autumn Trees VIII by JoannaRzeznikowska sheltie puppy in autumn forest by Partridge-PetPics Wake by wokalko Between Waking And Sleeping by Vint26 Unknown Germany pt. XLIV by TheChosenPesssimist week41: oh, autumn pt.1 by cloe-patra Do You like swimming? by mjagiellicz Combat de variable en tutu by phalalcrocorax Amazing supercell thunderstorm - 6.14.13 by CRELLIOTT0302 _A Summer tale IV. by Bloddroppe Villa Weigang Goetheallee - Dresden by Torsten-Hufsky I'll pose for u by Meow-pics Here I'm..Alone by djusa Re-Awake by Oer-Wout Happiness by John-Peter Ladybug by kentnek -Colors and dancing trees- by Janek-Sedlar inner beauty by RezzanATAKOL Flower of autumn by MarioGuti Fall Vermont by RalfPfaarPhotography Carolafelsen by TobiasRichter Dragon's Mountains by LG77 Flow of nature by m-eralp Lago Torre by hougaard The Mytic North - Pt. XX by TheChosenPesssimist Lonesome by AljoschaThielen Satori by borda 111 by Cerebellum13 Schrammsteine by Dave-Derbis Path by HinkzMore Like This
Which one is yours? by MirageGourmand 352 by EirikHavre Gremlin is that you? by ZoranPhoto
Untitled by CathyDong Megalomania by jkrab Beach Boy by marustagram
Weekly photo #013 Out of the Mist by sarajeku Hell on Earth - Long exposure by matthieu-parmentier Dainty heart by iNeedChemicalX Alone by mydigitalmind Yoda by ZoranPhoto M is for Mantis by dalantech Catch Me If I Fall by alexgphoto Flyby by JanneO Streets of Morocco pt.3 by INVIV0 Road 6134 by m-eralp Kembali I by Glenn-Crouch Morning in Rothenburg ob der Tauber III by mannromann Dawn nor Gorely volcano, Kamchatka by Sirano-s Golden Gate, dance of clouds by alierturkMore Like This
The Abduction by PeterJCoskun Basking Glow by Live-InTheMoment Red fox in the snow by thrumyeye .: Look at me :. by WhiteSpiritWolf :thumb404156671: p0 by SolarMoon13 Meow? by TammyPhotography The wonder of autumn by RobinHalioua Where Dreams Begin by LG77 ...mostar V... by roblfc1892 Autumn by Fragile-Eyes-Fiction .:: Awaken Love ::. by Whimsical-Dreams :thumb404154408: Colourful. by shadddow Wish upon a Star by nhuthanh :thumb403980014: :thumb403870004: The cute frog by AngiWallace Biosphere by MartinAmm Parasol by MartinAmm
Pai in Thoughts by Spiegelmomente Hovering by KrisSimon :thumb405001098: Harmony by Fall-of-rain Isle Of Autumn by Thinking-Silence a little walk by virtualgadjo :thumb4054
Weekly photo #014 Very terrible vacuum cleaner by igorr1 Chronichles of a dying summer by Piroshki-Photography Eyes of a Python by melvynyeo The Power of the Spirit by AbandonedZone Bricks by bwaworga page 55. by gloeckchenMore Like This
Saxon Switzerland by TobiasRichter Cathedral Cove by chrisgin Rewind by light-recycled Roots by MatthiasHaltenhof Reminder by DorottyaS good mooooorning... carnelle by virtualgadjo Australian Wood Duck II by EOS-Husky Tongue story by BogdanBoev That's The Right Spot by spike83 Fairy Castle by stg123 Another rainy day by matthieu-parmentier :thumb406318721: Breakfast by MirageGourmand In morning I rest here by Tiroko so bright by disies Phidippus apacheanus by ColinHuttonPhoto red chair: asterisk by kannagara Deep silence by m-eralp A ghost story by RobinHalioua The Patagonian Gales by hougaard Autumn morning by Aphantopus LOVEYOU by RadekDemjan Strawberry Fields by CapturingTheNight
The peg leg of Capt. Ahab by matze-end Sail Away by EintoeRn :thumb406746464: :thumb405812859: our desert island by arbebuk prima.donna by vicente-oliveira orange autumn by mechtaniya Sleep by marustagram
FALLEN by M0THart :thu
how to become a writerhave parents that separateMore Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve
A Plea from Prince CharmingWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
Who is responsible for the Murder of Cinderella?
Solve the Murder Mystery Contest →
It has now been two weeks since the beautiful fairy tale that was my life has come crashing down into utter devastation and nightmare.
My darling beloved, my Princess, my Cinderella is no more.
She has been taken away from me and from all of you, her legions and generations of fans of her grand and glorious story, by dastardly murderers most heinous, heartless and foul... and as of this hour still unknown.
The personal story of my Cinderella has always been a reassurance (to youth but to all ages as well) that true love will always conquer all adversity, sabotage, and lies. My dear Cinderella
YouMore Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Wings Of FireMore Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
Wings Of DarknessMore Like This
Wings Of Darkness
Bind me within your embrace
Bestow me with your grace
I seek your help to obtain the unseen
I need you to blind me from the light
Never let me see my weakness again
Blanket my fears so I won't cry
Cease the false hope from shining in vain
Ward away the lies that hide behind my eyes
Morph this disaster into a calm night
Burn the dying sun out
Darken the nightmarish sky
Let the ominous clouds melt
Lock away this cursed gift of sight
I no longer desire it
Shut out the world from you and I
I yearn for the abyss
Rip away my self-hatred
Bring back my innocence
Obliterate the life I created
And color this reality obsidian
Let the void consume
Paint my essence black
Devour what was once called truth
My faith is in your hands
I profess it all unto you
I am under your command
Cover up my exiled heart
Wrap my soul i
What Becomes of Black Snow - Pt 2The lights were a promise, from a god to his mindless worshipers. If ever they were faced with darkness, on this the darkest of days in the year, they were to light candles. They were to light candles in every window and every space, to light up their whole city. And the flames would guide him back. The light of the world would return, to slay the vessels of evil – the fallen angels, the pretenders to his kingdom.More Like This
I watched the priests light them every year, never saying a word. Grimm did his best not to shut me out, but the others did no such thing. They lit the candles and passed the flames next to my face. They were mocking me.
My place is not here, not among the happiness and definitely not among these bright lights.
I don’t belong here.
Andy descended onto the battlements. He stared in horror at the hundreds of lights twinkling at his feet. “What… the HELL… IS THIS?!!” he shouted, kicking a loa
The Silent BeatWe'd known each other for two months. We met outside a café we visited often, one of the few where wizards and witches could be in public with Muggles without many consequences. We talked for hours about anything and everything...but not entirely everything.More Like This
I asked him to my favorite spot on a weekend trip. We'd been romantic lately, but I knew the beautiful scenery could help coax the words from my lips. We sat atop a cliff overlooking the sea, which thundered below and made rainbows in the fading sunlight.
"This is beautiful, Li. I knew you were taking me somewhere great, but this...I've never been anywhere like this," he smiled, kicking his feet over the edge of the rocks. I smiled to him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
"I needed to talk to you about something, but I didn't want to ask just anywhere," I whispered. He nodded quietly, turning from the view to look at me with a soft smile.
"I already told you I didn't mind being exclusive--"
"This isn't about our relationship
Be happy with what you have.You told me you hate your life. I'm telling you smile be happy. You have friends you can trust, you have a family that will love you, and never let you fall. You have your loved one, who will hug you and kiss you when you're crying. You have a roof above your head and food. You have clothes that keep you warm. Now there are people who die from hunger children who are abused by their parents. Be happy with what you have.More Like This
Bloody CynderI was in my room just playing some of my Xbox 360 games until I saw one case that was familiar....it was The legend of Spyro Dawn of the dragon, I haven't played this game in while....I took the game out of the case and I put the game in the Xbox and started to play and went to my save point and I found I was on chapter 3 in the last saved point and I started to play on that saved point until I found something wrong......it wasn't glitching....it was horrifying.....Cynder was standing there, she had her armor on but......there was blood everywhere! I started to shake in fear.....her black skin was all bloody.....her wings had holes in them then I started to walk around but no sigh of Spyro or Sparxs, neither Hunter until I saw them lying there with no emotion.....I started to look around but I everything I saw was all bloody, everything was on fire, water was filled with bodies.....I started to get terrified so I tried to turn the game off but it wouldn't....I ran out of my roomMore Like This
On occasions, I loathe books. On occasions, I loathe books.More Like This
They remind me of how beautiful and terrible the world is, breathing life into feelings you didn’t know you had until your eyes plucked words from the pages like spring flowers. I spend so much time thinking of how dull things are until I turn the pages of a book I’m addicted to, and my love affair is passionate enough to rip the breath from my lungs.
Colors are brighter once I’ve read them in black and white. Images are more hypnotizing after I’ve painted them in my head, spun from someone else’s words.
Reading is my drug. It ruins me, tears me apart so I can no longer see the real world as it was. I feel fire in my veins and the feelings of a character are more real than my own.
I loathe books. Because I get drunk with them and am hung over until I start another.
Why the Walls WhisperLong ago there was a barren land where nothing ever seemed to grow. The grass turned black underfoot and sky was hidden by storm clouds. The only trees were the old, knotted, wooden skeletons that stretched from the ground, hands thrown up in surrender.More Like This
Everything was grey.
A village rested between a tangled forest and the shadow of an ever-growing castle. The people living there watched the walls get taller and taller, day by day, throwing them further into darkness. They heard celebrations echo from inside, but no one outside dared to smile. Something terrible was happening.
The children were disappearing.
The young ones disappeared first because they couldn’t run away, then it got worse and worse. Until at last, there were only two left.
A single set of twins; Valiant and Valery.
They were inseparable. They lived together in a ruined hut just outside of town. Their parents were dead and gone long ago so they took care of one another.
They kept themselves t
MAYBY ITS YOUR DAYYou think nothing's going right.More Like This
You think everything is going upside down .
That's what is expected .
Everyday is different.
Every day the bird fly on different directions.
Everyday somebody dies and somebody is born.
Everyday somebody has a bad day .
And somebody has a best day ever.
Remember smile every morning.
Maybe this day would be the day you don't want to end.
Vampire King 2 Chapter Forty-EightMore Like This
By the time Abby came to she was in some hideously over decorated bedroom that looked like something out of a horror movie. Her head was spinning but she felt a little better. She looked to her right and there was an IV pumping blood into her arm, she rolled her head to the left and saw an open door leading to an equally garish hallway. She surmised this must have been Adrian’s brother’s house. Mael Seraph was a weird son of a bitch and she wasn’t surprised for one minute that he was a vampire.
She tried to move but she was still too weak to do so. This sucked. After a few agonizing moment of boredom, she heard a shuffling noise and a red head peeked through the doorway. Cassy? Abby tried to speak but found that all she could do was murmur some muddle nonsense. God, what was going to happen to her? “Hey, Abby… how are you feeling?” Cassy asked then came in and rested at the edge of the bed. “Stupid question, sorry…