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REQUEST - Fiery Cravings (Part 4)
The grating sound that closely followed him was unnerving; the metal blades on the ludicrously long tentacles that formed as sleeves created a strident, jarring sound on the concrete metal floor of the derelict building, and Ryan pushed forward against the vibrations running through the sleeves into the straightjacket, becoming increasingly uncomfortable and exhausted from the effort that it took him.
He was being marched through the asylum, and as soon as he saw the inside, he took a sharp intake of breath and a quiver shook through his body.
It was not what he had expected.
The floor was concrete-grey, with what looked like varying shades of red splattered amongst certain areas of the floor and the lower parts of the walls. When Ryan averted his eyes to the upper walls, he discovered that they were covered with strips of a slimy substance, and Ryan shivered again as he couldn’t help but think that however filthy he thought Cassandra was, this was far worse.
A movement towards t
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REQUEST - Fiery Cravings (Part 3)
The dull thud quickly followed by a splash finally brought her to a standstill, and she glared down at the water that was quickly seeping away into the mud, and then at the bucket that was rocking slightly on its side from where her boot had lashed out at it.
Cassandra sighed in frustration, and ran her grimy fingers through her already-knotted hair that was matted down with grease. She whirled back around in anticipation of what came next, but instantly stopped when she saw...nothing.
There were no black paws pitter-pattering after her, no whiny voice incessantly nagging her, no watery, green eyes that were often pleadingly wide. There was nothing.
A clunky-clunk sound to her left alerted her attention, and she absent-mindedly shifted her gaze, still perplexed, at the working pace of the horse’s hooves, hauling along an elongated, black cart, which seemed to have come from the direction of the alley she had just walked out of.
She turned back around,
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REQUEST - Fiery Cravings (Part 2)
The duskiness shrouded him, pressing on his vision as his eyes remained alert, flitting about as the darkness whirled around him, almost knocking him off his feet. The dampness of the room sent shivers shuddering throughout his entire body; the hairs pricking up on the back on his neck, his heart hammering against his chest.
A thunderous, scratchy, disembodied cackle resounded through his ears, bouncing off the walls. He shot his head from one side to the other, hastily revolving on the spot, trying to keep all of his angles covered.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” a slow, raucous voice taunted, causing Ryan to spin around abruptly, stumbling against his own legs; his vision disorientated.
“I can practically taste the fear dripping from you, boy,” the deep, deafening voice resumed, drawling out certain words for emphasis, and another cackle sounded from over Ryan’s shoulder, and he whirled back around again.
Ryan’
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REQUEST - Fiery Cravings (Part 1) :iconsilhouettedrider:SilhouettedRider 1 3
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Game-book: Island Captive. (pg 5)
Regrettably, you look up towards the body again, knowing that it would be a waste of energy trying to reach who-ever-it-is.
No, you affirm, you need to stay focused.
Instead, you start searching the ground for anything that might be of use. As soon as you begin looking more carefully, you realise that the ground is more littered than you originally thought, presumably from the wreckage.
You begin to survey the ground, trying to find something of use. Most of it is worthless; blackened wood, pieces of stray material, unfathomable charred remnants of, what you presume to be, things like kitchen utensils, mirrors, chairs, plastic bottles, wires.
Sighing, you try to find something that you could cover your wound with, when an idea hits you. Turning your head to gaze back at the flag on the ground, you realise you have already found something.
You crawl over to the flag, and try to pry a strip of it off. It’s already very worn-down, and ripped slightly in several
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Game-book: Island Captive. (pg 4)
Taking in a deep breath, you look back up towards the body ahead. You realise this is your only option; if there is any possibility that this person might live, you need to find out. After all, you can’t do everything by yourself.
And so, with your mind made up, you attempt to stand up once more, but find task near impossible due to the outburst of pain that erupts throughout your body; it causes you to collapse, breathless, wincing in torment as your hand compresses your wound.
You roll over so that you are back on your front, refusing to give up on yourself now. With all your effort, you manage to hoist yourself up onto your hands and knees, and you start to slowly make your way towards the body.
Despite doubts start entering your head; whether the body is alive, whether they will be able to help you in turn – you continue to pull yourself along.
You flinch as the pain starts up again, coming to a momentary halt, before you clamber on again, using all your might. Your hea
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Motionless
They used to laugh at the profound pleasure I found in the absence of company. They used to jeer and taunt at my desirable ability to display high intellect in front of a confounded crowd. And lastly, they used to involve other individuals into their deluded ideas due to a clear lack of sensitivity and self-restraint over their personal emotions.
This all ended in one fatal day; the day where they decided to take a joke to a new and extreme level, and the day where all meaning and subsistence was lost. They did the Unspeakable.
Thereafter, terror and horror collided, and fell upon them that day. I haven’t seen them since – their rushed departure signifying their reluctance to return.
And in that moment onwards, I decided that the remnants of this hideaway would serve as suitable protection from the eyes of the deluded. The mere presence of isolation and deprivation of an infrastructure to society would be a blessing to my weakened and panic-stricken soul.
And here is where
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Ebbs of Sanity
Freedom.
I refused to bite back the smile that was slowly forming on my face, transpiring into a grin, and consequently I let out a liberating titter of laughter.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was like I was free; not headed in one single direction but open to whichever way I choose. It was like I was flying.
The force of the wind blew my hair right back, following me in my every move, like I was in control.
I then felt bliss in the aching of my muscles, realising that my arms were outstretched, embracing the natural air, and I extended my fingers to the cold, overpowering sensations, inspiring trepidation and awe into the fires of my heart.
I looked below and immediately wished I hadn’t, as the trees fuzzed into one another, hazing against my vision. I involuntarily gasped; my breath hitching, my stomach plummeting, and for the first time, a new, profound panic struck me, my reasoning falling out of proportion. Looking ahead, I i
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The Awaited Arrival
I reached out and pulled the cold handle back until it gave way, shivering as one last blast of iciness briskly launched at me; trapped in the cross-hairs by the mighty blow. After it had abruptly subsided, I tugged at my jacket so that it was wrapped around me and then crossed my arms over it, keeping it in place, and that’s where I stood, observing as the tiny specs of silver glistened in the fading rays of the soft-orange sun.
It was a terrible thing, but I couldn’t help thinking, just what was taking him so long?
I sighed, and loosened my one hand, letting it wonder gently towards my neck. I then felt the cool, studded jewels, and I allowed myself a small smile. My fingers tenderly fumbled with them until I had them in my hand, enclosing them, and letting my mind rest.
He was coming, I re-assured myself. He was. Or he would have taken it with him.
Just as that thought entered my head, there was a bang as the door opened harshly, and a thud
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Game-book: Island Captive. (pg 3)
Exhaustion has drained you, pain has blinded you, and as you lay there on your back; panting, your head and waist throbbing, your heart pounding in your ears; you reason that there is no alternative.
You can’t move; you can barely breathe for the effort that it’s costing you and the pain that it’s resulting in. And so, you draw a deep breath, and –
“Help! Please!”
It was barely a whisper; your voice came out in a croak. Yet your throat still began to thump along in rhythm to your heartbeat.
But you can’t surrender to yourself like this; and so you clear your throat, painful as it is, and succeeded in yelling out:
“I need help! Someone, anyone, please!”
You then lay there gasping from the effort that it took, listening out for any signs of human presence.
You fully realise the consequences that this could cause; that maybe you could have used this burst of energy for something else, maybe the people on this island aren’t
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Game-book: Island Captive. (pg 2)
You feel tempted to cry out for help, pleading inwardly for someone to be close at hand; you draw a long breath, and...you release it at once.
What do you think you’re doing! You scream silently, scolding yourself. There probably isn’t anyone there, and even if there is, you can’t possibly know that you can trust them. Revealing your position to strangers in a strange place is not wise; not in the state you’re in.
You let out a sigh, realising that you are on your own. You need to be able to fend for yourself.
Your left hand still firmly covering the wound on the right side of your body, you use your other one to push against the ground and, through great difficulty, you manage to sit up. From here, you can see that the stretch of sand that you’re on continues for about fifty feet, before becoming a mass of trees; not too dense or crowded together, but not too spacious either. And patches of light were visible through parts of the forest, imp
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Game-book: Island Captive. START HERE (pg 1)
Somewhere beyond the darkness, you see a glimmer of hope. Something is shining directly in your eyes. You keep them squeezed shut, praying that you are now in safe hands, and now after all of your suffering, the gates of Heaven have finally opened to permit you a sanctuary for eternity.
But it was not to be.
You slowly open your eyes, and squinting through the sudden brightness, you realise that you are staring at the rays of the intense midday sun, which is mostly hidden by the trees you can make out ahead.
Just as you begin to wander whether or not you really are on the other side, you jolt with a start when you find you are, quite literally, out of breath. You try to take in a mouthful of air, but instead you find yourself choking, unable to draw a breath. The edges of your vision start to blacken, your throat becomes dry, and in an instant, a rapid pain develops in your lungs. In desperation, you roll onto your side and immediately find yourself coughing out a lot of water. Here, y
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Trapped
Run. That's what he said. That's what I did.
Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud.
The thundering sound rang in my ears as it filled the air, mixed with the confusion of the past obnoxious incident.
Run. That's all that mattered now.
But I could still feel the sudden, frightening lurch that my stomach gave when I heard the deafening roar, and had been blinded by the bright flash of headlights. Blurred figures had jumped out of nowhere, and somewhere to my right, I had heard my father yelp in pain. And in his struggling desperation, he could only form one solitary word; run.
Faster, faster.
The trees rushing past were becoming a hazy blur. I blinked hard. I knew I had to focus.
But how could I focus when all that I could picture was my father; lying there, wounded, his legs splayed out on the ground in agony. It was unbearable to think about. But it tormented my mind.
A jolt of alarm snapped me back to reality, and I jumped reflexively, narrowly avoiding a collision with a va
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Howdy strangers..

*Looks about sheepishly* I'm back? :blush:

I feel so guilty about the length of time that I've been away. I can't promise I will be staying long my dears.. I simply wished to see how some of my old friends were doing and to reimburse those commissions that I unexpectedly neglected to finish..

I hope everyone is doing well on the site, better than I did.

All the best wishes! It's magic

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SilhouettedRider

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About Me
Hi guys! Here's a bit about me..

First things first, I am a huge horsey-person, and I actually own 2 horses. My first is called Jasper, and he's a bay 16.2hh Welsh Cob/Gypsy Vanner cross, currently 8 years old. He's absolutely gorgeous. I recently got another horse called Billy at 4 years old. He's incredibly hard-work but he's soo cute and daft.

I also have three cats and a dog. I think it's safe to say that I love all things furry! (Except tarantulas! :O)

I enjoy playing the piano; I've been playing for well over 10 years, however I've never had lessons. I play by-ear, meaning that I also cannot read sheet music. Additionally I play the violin, and the same thing can be said; I've never had lessons, I play by-ear and I don't read sheet music. I've been playing the violin only for just over a year and 6 months months; I find it incredibly difficult and demanding, but at the same time it is so rewarding and entertaining, especially knowing that I am improving upon the smallest things each day.

People say I'm incredibly random, which probably isn't conveyed in my writing..
I love puzzles, riddles and card games. I've also taught myself several magic tricks, pre-dominantly using cards or coins. I always love challenges, and I love learning new things. :D

So, I hope this has given you an insight into my life. You probably now think I'm a mad woman, and you wouldn't be completely wrong in thinking that... :/

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Thanks for reading guys, and feel free to send me a note for anything deviously and non-deviously related. :)
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DragonActive07 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday
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RKrakinski Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2015  Professional Writer
Happy birthday, SR. :)
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DragonActive07 Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hello. Its me, Author1313
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Growlie26 Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:( What do you do when, you're passionate about writing yet, your works always get more fave & run rather than comments? 

Most of my fanfics are blank without any comments, so I get discouraged to continue writing when I Only get fave and run. I mean, it's great when someone likes your stories but... you then wonder abit later if... they really Did like it. Perhaps every deviant has felt this way. 

Before my writing wasn't any good, after one critique (By a great Deviant who took their time out of their day to critique it.) I worked abit on my writing and Have Improved! But, if All you get are fave and run, what's the point of improving your writing? 
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2015  Professional Writer
I do understand what you're saying. In order to improve, there has to be a definite want there. But seeing as the majority of story and poetry writers on dA write because they are passionate about it - to not receive comments at all, or even to just receive positive comments, can make improving your writing a very difficult feat. I mean, why take the time and effort to improve your writing, when you can just keep writing the same way and maintain the personal enjoyment of it?

Thankfully, in my group, Deviant-Writing, we are trying our best to overcome this 'fave and run' habit that everyone has got into. We do offer our folder which is the Feedback Loop, where in order to submit one of your own pieces, you need to comment on at least 2 pieces of literature that are already in that folder. That being said, there haven't been many submissions there in a while...

Alternatively, you can send a note to MEHERmeher who is our critique specialist, and always will strive to comment and critique on pieces of literature. If you send her a couple of links to your work, she will get back to you ASAP.

Lastly, there are our advisors of the group, who are BlizzardBlitzer and BowtiesAreCool15, and you can always talk to them about your struggles (and accomplishments) in writing and they can offer ways to help and improve, or even just take the time to chat with you to help raise your spirit a little.

I hope this helps? :) Just know that whatever you are going through, in Deviant-Writing, we are all writers, and we have all experienced the same or very similiar things. Now that we have upgraded to Super Group status, we are going to host a number of chat sessions in our new chatroom to help members get in touch with eachother, and also myself and the other admins, to simply discuss our writing and help one another. We may also start offering points (among other benefits) to those who comment on pieces of lit in our group. All I can offer is to keep going, and you should definitely have a chat with MEHERmeher, BowtiesAreCool15 and/or BlizzardBlitzer as they are brilliant people and I can guarantee that they are more than happy to help you. :huggle:
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TheHobbitArt Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
hey i finished my first chapter! You had expressed interest in reading it so I thought I would mention it. thehobbitart.deviantart.com/ar…
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2015  Professional Writer
Oh, wonderful! Thanks for letting me know. I look forward to reading it. :)
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TheHobbitArt Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Not a problem thank YOU!!
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2015  Professional Writer
Aww you're welcome. :huggle:
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EveVictus Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the llama! :llama:
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015  Professional Writer
No problem.
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RogueMudblood Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2015   Writer
Many thanks for the Llama Hug !
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2015  Professional Writer
Well it's not a problem, but it only seemed fair since you sent me one first. :) So thank you for the llama! :D
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RogueMudblood Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2015   Writer
But of course! here's a llama there's a llama 
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SilhouettedRider Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2015  Professional Writer
:D :huggle:
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