Summerween Special: The Slender Man
What happens when you create a monster purely for the satisfaction of knowing it's fake?
You feel safe, for it's just a figment of your imagination.
You tell yourself there's no such creature in the world like your monster.
There's no proof he exists. You're its mother and father...
then the monster takes form and attracts the people.
Now he's no longer a figment of your imagination. He's shared by everyone in the world.
Still, you have to tell yourself he's all yours and he's not real no matter what.
Then comes the murders.
Then comes the stories of real life horrors.
Now he's no longer fake.
They have made him real enough for Death.
What happens when you create a monster purely for the satisfaction of knowing he's fake?
Given with time...
he becomes real.
Traitor's Face - Chapter 74 (2/2)
It was purely by instinct that Mai grabbed at the line of shining sunlight that connected her to Aang.
It didn't make any sense, of course. That light was just a visualization of the emotional bond they shared, and her hand couldn't have any substance, either, since this was the Spirit World. There was no friction, no materials to catch on to, nothing that should have prevented her from plummeting further into this endless ocean that also wasn't real (probably).
And yet, somehow, she was saved by her connection to Aang.
The Spirit World, apparently, was the place where metaphors went to roam free.
She held onto that line of light, and began pulling herself upward, one hand at a time. She was still weighed down by the past lives of the Avatar(s), but the line didn't break, and she found the strength in her arms to keep pulling herself up. It was no harder, really, than sticking by her friends even after she had betrayed them. Compared to that, hauling up ten thousand lazy dead slobs was
Traitor's Face - Chapter 74 (1/2)
Sokka's death came at the end of sharp claws made of luminescent darkness, which was the kind of stupid contradiction that had always annoyed him. Appropriate that it would be the end of him, really.
He'd led the corrupted Dreamcatcher cat-fish spirits on a merry chase through the bowels of the Bastion's lowest level, if 'merry' meant confused and frantic and far too dark to see anything, accompanied by screaming terror and a few stubbed toes. It was as dark as his stay in the basement of Long Feng and the Dai Li Earth rebels, back before his and the gang 'liberated' the Fire Nation for Iroh, an unpleasant memory that did nothing to improve his hopes right now. In that evil prison basement, Sokka had been forced to endure treatments that had left him tumbling through nightmares and gaps in wakefulness, not unlike the experience of running from monsters in the dark. King Toph's arrival had gotten him out of there, thankfully before Long Feng could do anything permanent,
Traitor's Face - Chapter 73
Beneath the dark waters, Aang could not see, could not hear. He was removed from the world, or perhaps the world was removed from him.
But he could feel. He could feel the tepid waters that engulfed him, could sense the currents within them. Perhaps he was imagining it, a hallucination born of the lack of anything to see or hear, but the currents that flowed over him were almost like the echoes of a scream.
Aang wondered, in the cold and the dark, how he might know he was crying, with the waters submerging him and drinking up all his tears.
Sokka couldn't say his was enjoying his first ride on a mechanical cargo elevator. Usually, even a mysterious, weirdly warm trip to the bottom levels of the Bastion could have some appeal, if just for the chance to speculate on the power source.
But then, the story Yue was telling could have ruined an all-night jerky party, never mind a descent into danger.
Her voice echoed in the shaft as the platform creaked downward on its chain
Silence is calming, almost sweet
In a world that enjoys being cruel
In a happy place, can we meet?
Or am I just a fool?
Do you mistake my silence as something more?
As hatred, as anger? As mock, as scorn?
Through my heart, they have torn
Yet I refuse to mourn.
Use me, abuse me, abandon me,
I’ve been through it before.
But do your eyes see,
How I wish to soar?
To be taken away,
To a place where I am free.
To where I can stay
Safe and loved, that’s where I’ll be.
...But this is a dream long lost.
So hear me,
The truth I speak.
Please listen to my plea,
Though my words may be weak.
My silence means more
Then what you would think.
No anger, nor hate, recall my dream from before.
Perhaps you can make the link?
My silence is my fear,
Afraid of everyone around me
My poison to bear,
But I cannot flee.
My silence is my protection,
It is that which helps me survive.
Now do you see my reflection?
The terrified girl, and for what she strives?
The girl that is so afraid,
ART THAT SPEAKS TO ME #19: Portrayal of a HeroA continuation of my previous Journal "Portrayal of a Villain", we'll now be taking a look at the heroic counterparts of our beloved bad guys! Shout out to all you beautiful people who take your time to share these lovely masterpieces! I LOVE YOU!
Oh yeah, let it be known, there is no hero in Sweeney Todd and there's nothing to counteract Freddy...so I'll just be adding extra heroes in those spots!
WILLIAM SHATNER as CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK
HUGH DANCY as WILL GRAHAM
Greeting's welcome to the Imperial-court, as members of the court you are free to express individual idea's art, literature, ect. However we do have some rules and a code of conduct for the benefit and well being of all, these are side rule's.
The codex manifestemdiktárm (rule's of the house)
1 all are welcome as equals. Art, literature, ect, from all genres and walks of life are aloud, but please note to place your contribution's' in there proper sections.
2 All member's are to be treated as equals, bullying and trolling will not be tolerated, art theft will also be dealt with. racism and bigotry is also an offence, bear in mind Joke's and constructive criticism are aloud, but abuses of these right are not.
3 Help and support one another, some of you are hobbyist wile others my wont to make a career out of it. But what ever you do now we are there for you, and you for us.
Crime and punishment, this is for those who violate the rule’s.
A three strike rule will be used hear, upon the third strike you will be EXILED from the Imperial court for a period of strike six months.
After a six month period you me return or be invited back. The three strike rule will reapply to you as well, but be warned is you reach, three strikes again you will be banished permanently from the Imperial court.
Bullying & trolling can be resolved with an apology; however repeated offences will result in a strike and a warning.
Art theft will result in an automatic strike and a warning.
Racism & bigotry has a heavier toll, offences will result in a TWO strike penalty, with the demand of an emendate apology.
Failure to do so will result in a third strike and an exile of one year, upon which you my return or be invited.
The goal, stage 1: attract members, writers, artist's, alike.
stage 2: promote fan, and original work's.
stage 3: increase fan base.
stage 4: create a web site for the group's original creations.
stage 5: find way to make money of it for the group.
stage 6: offer to train new artist's. the next stage's are forth coming' this is a idea i'v had for some time new. there are so many great artist's and story tellers out there who never get the chance to shine, some time's it's life some time's it's lack of opportunity i wont to help them as best i can, so i made a group to start that dream.