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Games p3. Music BoxGames:
3. Music Box
I ran over to Jang and Hongs house. I was nervous.
Every time I walked passed them in school, a sense of fear and danger grappled me. Jang and Hong and a few others would grab me and harass me in the bathroom stalls. They untangled ten paper clips from their form and drove one of the metal ends underneath my fingernails, blood painting the under part of the fingernails. The blood leaked from my aching nails. The towel they tied over my mouth muted the sound of my screams. Tears ran down my face non stop during the gruesome process. One by one they drove the needle like objects. Then they would make sure the paper clips were really deep. When they were finished, Jang, Hong, and their friends would create loops at the other end of the paper clips. They would thread yarn through the poorly made loops, and tie them to a toilet. Before they left me in such torture, they would lock the stall I was in and lock the restroom door. The knots of yarn were tight and the s
Games p2. Masked ManGames:
2. Masked Man
Did you kill my parents? I asked.
Dont be absurd child! This is all just a game. Im sure I told you this before. He answered.
Then when will they wake up?
Do not worry child. I assure you that your parents are at a safe place with me.
Okay. I said weakly.
I guess I can trust him. He saved me. There were weird poundings in my room. I looked in the closet and under my bed, but could not find the source of the strange noises. They would continue bothering me through my sleep. Then one night, I felt the bed shake. The shaking grew violent. I called my parents to come, but they couldnt hear me. I couldnt even hear my own cry for help. I was completely terrified. Then there was a flash underneath my living bed. I dare not look down. The closet door opened and there stood the Masked Man. He raised his hand as if commanding the bed to stop. The bed grew even angrier, and so, the Masked Man
Games p1. KnifeGames:
There I sat on my knees on the kitchen floor. My knees were aching and turning to a bluish color representing a bruise on the cold white tile. My parents were lying in front of me. Their bodies were positioned in a complicated form. Their arms, legs and heads were twisted 180 degrees while shriveled. Blood drooled from their mouth and eyes. Their clothes were decorated with small droplets of blood. Their bodies were roughly two feet in front of me. Also in front of me was a red-stained knife which was an inch away from my knees.
I touched the knife which sent goosebumps forming quickly on my naked skin. Every time I touched the knife, it would send pleasant memories of my parents and me. The gloomy morning sky slightly illuminated the kitchen.
Would my parents stay here with me forever or will their bodies go elsewhere? Did they leave their bodies? If they did . . . is it possible for me to join them? How will I join them? Do I . . . oh . . . Am I bold enough to even pi
Midnight talk with David :3Me-Sooo . . . what are you up to, David?
David-Nothing much . . . just sitting here . . . staring at the ceiling . . .
Me-Major fun . . .
David-Oh yeah . . . having the time of my fuckin' life . . .
Me-Hey! Don't cuss on the phone . . . I'm the only one allowed to do that! XD
David-Oh yeah, sorry . . . I forgot . . . you're the motherfucker of the word "fuck."
Me-Gasp! How dare you insult me with THAT word . . .
David-I'm just kiddin' honeybunches . . .
David-I love oats . . . speaking of oats, I think I'll have some right now . . .
Me-Okay . . . enjoy it.
David-I will. Be right back.
~(I talk to myself at this point)~
Me-My boyfriend's gettin' oats cuz he's . . . hungry . . . I think . . . or he just loves to eat. *sigh*
I think I'll sing a song . . . hm . . . what to sing while my boyfriend is away? . . . OOH! I <3 this song!!! Okay here it goes . . . even though I sing slightly bad . . . I get it from my dad . . .
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream
Make himt he cutest tha
The Two of Us StandThe two of us stand
Before the grave shadow
It waves its arms
Like a willow tree
On a windy day
It calls for one us
To come into its arms
To be taken away
To either Heaven or Hell
I give him a hug
His arms wrapped around me
Melting away my soul
Making me feel warm
He gives me a kiss
On the cheek
Which followed onto the lips
I tell him
"I will go."
"No." he says
"Yes I will. I have sinned the most."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
I still felt warm
As I walked away
From my boyfriend
Into the arms of the shadow
It took ahold of me
Sending me somewhere
The last sight of him
Gave me warmth
The shadow took me downward
Where I could feel a lot warmer
When I am burning
"Sorry, for I have sinned the most." I say to myself
"I love you."
Were the three words that rang in my soul
Until the devil
Devoured my soul
Now a shell
An empty shell
When I hear him say
"I love you."
Roses and ApoligiesTwo teens, girlfriend and boyfriend, were sitting on a bench at the park. The air was cool and the sky was gray. They looked out to the grass and the children playing on the playground. The boyfriend slowly moved his hand to his girlfriends, but she jerked it back. Her eyes burned in the cold from crying to hard last night.
If I told you, I would kill myself in front of you . . . would you stop me? he asked her.
Perhaps. she sniffled.
There was a small pause of silence.
Do you still love me? he asked.
Why just sometimes?
Sometimes you give me hugs and kisses, and sometimes I see you with someone else and giving her hugs and kisses.
But I always said sorry and I give you roses all the time.
Roses and apologies dont always repair things.
Well, Im sorry. I mean it this time.
Will you mean it the next time? Or maybe the time
The Priest and the Naked WomanA priest, in urgent need to use the bathroom, walks into a local bar. The bar is jumping with loud music and lively conversation, but every few minutes the lights abruptly go off. Every time the lights go off, the bar crowd bursts into loud whoops and applause, but when they see the priest enter the bar, the place becomes absolutely quiet.
The priest walks over to the bartender and asks, "Can you please tell me where your bathroom is?"
"Sure, but I have to tell you, father, there's a statue of a naked woman in it and shes wearing only a fig leaf."
"No problem, I'll just avert my eyes, then," Said the priest.
The bartender then shows the priest to the far side of the bar where the bathroom is located. After a short while, the priest comes out of the bathroom and the bar crowd pauses only long enough to give him a rousing cheer. Perplexed he goes over to the bartender and asks, I'm puzzled. Why did they cheer for me as I came out of the bathroom just now?"
"Well, father, it's
Preposition 8John stood in front of his parents house with his friend, Dave, at his side. John took a deep breath and exhaled. It was raining and the two were shivering.
Are you ready? Dave asked him.
I think so. John replied.
John placed his index finger on the doorbell. He gently pushed it sending a ring inside the house. Johns mother opened the door.
Oh honey! I missed you so much! she said giving him a hug that warmed him.
Mom, theres something I need to tell you . . . and dad. John said looking down.
Okay. Well meet in the living room.
John and Dave walked inside and sat themselves on the couch. The house soothed them with the delightful aroma of the scented candles and the smell of the freshly baked cookies. Johns mother and father walked into the living room, where John and Dave sat.
What do you need to tell us, Johnny? his dad asked with a great cheery smile on his face.
Mom . . . dad
My Father Commited SuicideMy father committed suicide, his death has been blamed on several things - suicide genes, my mother, mid life crisis, guilt, taxes, me and probably other things I didn't get to hear about.
My great-grandfather on my father's side committed suicide also - perhaps he passed his suicide genes on to my father. I hope they skip over the children that may be born to my sisters and I. Perhaps it was just some strange genetic skipping stone.
It could have been my mother. She drove him insane, she drove him to drinking, she drove him away, and she reeled him back. She played fetch with his heart. She turned his children against him. She made it impossible for him to carry on.
It was probably his age. He was 40 years old when he killed himself. The strippers wouldn't take him seriously, he drove a station wagon. He was too skinny and he had a big nose, he didn't have any sons and his life was going nowhere. It would have been too much for anybody.
Then again, guilt can really tear a man apart. W
Protesting SOPA ~ January 18th Internet BlackoutDo you like DeviantART? How about YouTube, Facebook, Tumblr, and much more?
Then SOPA and PIPA have the power to effect you drastically. These bills will take away your freedom to use the internet and go to the websites you love.
As a protest of #SOPA and #PIPA (The Stop Online Piracy Act and Protect IP Act) two pieces of legislation that are up for debate once again on January 18, 2012, I will not be online.
This applies to everyone! Share this message as much as you can and don't allow your freedoms to be stolen away.
These bills are not dead. Even gigantic websites like Wikipedia and Tumblr are taking part. However, this doesn't mean that you shouldn't take part; this movement needs you.
Like TimberClipse said...
"A number of people are asking why this is important. It is first off important to remember that one of the reasons I am sharing this on deviantART is dA is one of the websites that SOPA could seriously hurt. As is YouTube. Facebook. Wikipedia.
xWritersUtopiax Freedom of Speech ContestOur affiliate :iconxwritersutopiax: is holding a new contest for prose and poetry!
Freedom of speech is something precious that writers treasure, even if we don’t always realize it. It always us to create, express ourselves, and so much more. They're accepting both prose and poetry! You just have to join the group and go to the “Freedom of Speech” contest folder to submit your work.
There is no minimum or maximum length requirements; this contest is about freedom.
Freedom of Speech
Literature, of course!
[Bullet; Blue] Prizes! [Bullet; Blue]
[Bullet; Red] First Place [Bullet; Red]
3 Month dA Subscription
(Or 636 points, whichever the winner prefers)
Journal feature from :iconthefinalhikari:
Journal feature from :icondrmeh:
Group feature at :iconwriters--club:
from 07/19 to 09/18
Twins. Can be humans, can be animals, objects, can be all that you want.
But they must be twins. Use your imagination
Open to all media except literature
- Your entry can be already posted on Deviantart.
I mean the work don't have to be new, if you want.
- 1 entry for person accepted
- You MUST write all the DIRECT stock's links in the deviation page if you've used them
- You MUST link my journal in your work, writing that is entering my contest
- Add me to your watch so you can stay up with my journal updates (that's not obligatory)
- No pornography, racism or anything offensive
Submitting your entry
Send me a note with the title "Twins Contest Entry" and add the thumb and the link of your entry.
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Writing Tournament 2011 ~ First Round ClosedThe first round of our Writing Tournament is over! Thank you very much to everyone who participated!
The judging period will be at least two weeks. It's Christmas time, so please stick with us. :iconsantalaplz:
Keep and eye out for the next round and Happy Holidays!
We've got some great new stuff on the prize list, too! We're accepting entries until December 15th, so please remember to submit by then! We're accepting until midnight EST on the night of the 15th. And remember, you have to participate in this first round if you want to participate in the others.
It's that time of the year again! Our annual writing tournament is beginning and there are a lot of great prizes to be won! Please comment here to participate in the tournament! This is a tournament for all writers welcoming prose and poetry! It will be a grand competition spanning three rounds of literary challenge! First of all, you must be willing to w
Art Contest Winners!!!How will the winners be decided:
The winners will be decided out from some of the Following:
And some other small things.
The winners are;
After the contest ended, did I and 3 other people choose our 5 Favorites. After that was done, did I look at all the lists, and then gave 5 Points for the First place in our personal list, and 4 Points for second and so on. After that was done, im I glad to tell you that the following winners are:
On 5th Place, We find:
One of the Jury members had following to say about this Picture: One word : DETAILS.
My god how did you that ?? O___O I'm really impressed, lot of color strokes, that was so amazing... The horse is awesome, love his eye and barding! I adore the white roses, it looks like they really came from a coat of arms. With the story of the War of the Rose, this is
i didn't mean it!
Please don't use that fist to hit!
Im just a girl!
Please im begging you!
Don't do what your about to!
Im sorry daddy!
These are the last words
That i ever heard
Escape my sisters lips
Before that monster punched and ripped
He took his fist and smashed it hard
Her screams he would disregard
And my pleads he ignored
Then He grabbed a metal cord
wrapped it twice around her face
He squeezed and blood escaped from Grace
I cried and hit his back
It earned me a nice hard smack
when he was finally done
I left the house and started to run
And for the first time i asked for help
He was arrested that night
The cop told me everything would be alright
I shook my head and told him he lied
My little sister has dyed
Things will never be okay
Because of him my days will always be gray
The loading bar blinked at me. It had been stuck on that number for a good minute or so and I was getting sick to death of watching it, but what else could I do? It locked down my whole computer to do this, and my computer was my life. I'm a software technician for the government, you see. I'm working on this new top-secret project and they keep forcing security checks and updates on our systems every few hours. I can't stand it. There's nothing else to do here and with the computer locked down it's almost like being in purgatory.
We were recruited straight out of university, my fellow colleagues and I. Lured with promises of a big fat paycheck and free room and board. All the health benefits you could possibly think of. They forgot to mention that the 'free room and board' is provided in an underground facility. That's a secret too; even I don't know where I am. They blindfolded me to bring me here.
The paycheck was everything
Weight Loss PlanA man calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb. weight loss program.
The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck.
She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.
The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."
Without a second thought, he takes off after her.
A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up.
The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.
On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. as promised.
He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program.
The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning and beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.
She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me."
Well, he's out the d
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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