25 Recent Deviations
Featured: The Creature
Forever ImperfectMy hands tremble as I graze the grass around me.
The summer breeze tousles my hair.
My breath catches as I take in the surroundings.
The sun beats down on my skin.
And my eyes hunt for someone to notice.
I silently laugh at the irony.
That no one will ever know.
The most obvious matters.
Are always the hardest to identify.
My frail hands skim over the soft blades.
The gusts of wind tangle my brittle hair.
My shallow breathing continues to capture.
The blistering ball of fire attacks my fragile skin.
My eyes hunt for someone to notice.
Just how far I have gone.
Yet no one can see the reality.
Of what is in front of their eyes.
The world around me continues to turn.
Although I seem to be detached.
Disconnected from life around me.
Waiting for the closing act.
The finale of this show called life.
I am forever imperfect.
The CellarThe cellar is dark. The floors damp with wet. Not just because of the moisture of the room, but also wet with freshly stained blood. Water dripped from the rusty and old looking texture of the room. It looked as if the 18th century had been restored into something only a horrible nightmare could provide.
The darkness that surrounded the awful looking place only surrounded the four corners of the room in pitch blackness.
The only thing that even had any light coming from the darkness was the hot lights that hung over the steel table. Its cold robotic feel to it would make anyone who was strapped in uncomfortable. Not just because of the chilling atmosphere, but the taut leather straps that held the man in place were tight around his wrists. The braces around the man's chest and limbs glued him to the upright planks. The only thing that felt even REMOTLY open, was his back. A small hole was open behind the steel table; just enough so he could feel the cold air that loomed over the place.
Dear Members, who are the first ones,
as the cowork of this club we are proudly welcoming you all.
This was founded for the lovers and creators of dark art.
Only one thing to know: no killing eachorther. We have other ones who we can kill
So, let the Darkness take over!
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