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Insanty Plane 3"Curt!" Nati said reaching for him but stoping. "I can't do this. I'm not happy here."
The faceless man melted into the ground slowly The woman reached for him but couldnt move.
"NO! That's Not what I wanted! You can't kill him!"
"I'm not doing anything, You are. This is your reality."
"NO! THIS ISN'T REAL!"
"Real enough. Look at what you did to the nice pitiful man, ms. Nati."
Looking back to where curt was there was nothing but a puddle of bubbling gop.
"...No..."she mumbled sadly.
"YES!" Greg yelled laughing almost, "You killed him, you killed him! The only thing you had a chance to hold on too. I told you, you didn't want him here."
"That's not true!"
"The only person that truely wanted you, and you killed him."
"I WASN'T HAPPY!" Nati shouted as the room began to spin.
"I just wasn't ok!? I...wasn't... I can't force myself to be happy with someone."
Suddenly she is surrounded by mutplie Gregs all of them smiling.
"But everything else runs away from you, dont they?"
Nightmares againI had two guns in my hand. All I hear is screaming. I am standing by a very tall stair case. Looking over I see the bottom and the screams become clearer. They are children.
Jumping over the guard rail, I begin almost sliding down the stairs. Reaching the bottom I look around and see other adults looking like they didn't hear anything. There seems to be a block party looking around I suddenly find I have a group of people with me. I enter a library and find a floor latch open before I can even think about going down it an explosion happens. I hear more children screaming but I am forced to leave the building. Looking to my right there is another building almost in the shape of bleachers.
Once I climb up to the top I find there is a ceiling almost forcing you to lay down the woman next to me has a sniper rifle pointing to the Library's roof.
"Going to kill them. Going to kill them all."
I had a feeling she was talking about everyone in that library. I took a older of binoculars and look
For 'THE FAVOR' fan'sI am posting this as a submition dude to the very real fact that NO ONE READS JOURNALS!!! sooo.... Due to laptop issuse I can't update the comic. but believe me when i say the comic is done and just need to be colored.....It's done...ANd I have a few other pics to put up that alot of you will LOOOOOOVE Just please leave comment/request/critques here or anywhere else and i will reply to all of them.....if DA doesn't think i am spaming again LMAO!
EDIT:..... Battery= 84 bucks.... so yeah... um.....yeah
Zombiedays Intro-Chapter1 WIPIntro
Clank clank clank clank
"Jesus Christ, Jeff! Can you be any louder!? They'll probable be swarming to this place now!" Maria said in a hoarse whisper.
Her long reddish black hair pasted to her face from the hard rain. She was standing with two men and another woman in a large open building. Their 3 car pulled in at the furthest entrance with another group of people closing a pair of giant hurricane shutters. Maria was speaking to a man no taller then her with brown hair that was pulling a large bar door to another that was pulled out. The rain pouring was still pouring into the building as both doors meet and the blonde hair man locked them into place.
Jeff turned to Maria snarling "Shut your fucking mouth! They are fucking hurricane shutters and steel bars! You expect them to be fucking easy to close with out making a sound?!"
The other woman who was standing with them began, tearing up and breathing heavily. Her light blue hood clung to the short brown hair underne
Tell meAn angel gives up her wings because she wants to find love.
She looks for love but always loves a man who loves another.
She cries so much her tears turn to blood.
Tell me this .What happens to the angel?
What I wantMy heart hurts
It's so stupid
I keep fighting
Stubborn as ever
Foolish as ever
A big coward
A small girl
Never has won
Never will win?
I'm going to keep going
Head on into the fire
The one I sparked
I wont let it die
It has to burn till I see why
Why I want this
Why it screams my name
Why I've never felt this before
I can not let this end
Story of my life
Story of my heart
I wont let it break this way ever
Because this is stupid
The pure ignorance
I'll keep fighting
Stubborn as ever
Will not give up
Will not be wrong
Will not back down
Stronger then ever
Push me to the edge
Take me to the climax
Hold me to the night
I know what I feel
I know what you want
Why can't you see
I will make you
I will win you
I will make this fire burn in all it's beautiful glory
Is what I want
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
I like you alotWhy does my heart not hurt anymore
Has it truely broken
I feel somthing when I'm with them
When I'm with you
Do you feel somthing too?
Or are you numb like me?
Thinking that make me want to cry
Almost like it's breaking again
But It's broken already right?
Is it broken?
I don't think so
It flutters when you tremble
It sinks happly when you hold me
Well I guess when you held me
It beats when it reads your name on my phone
Does yours do the same?
I like the smile you give me
I love your smell on my skin
I could of fallen and stayed asleep in your arms
You would've of let me
You did let me
Is your heart like mine?
Is it broken but alive like mine?
Why can't you ask me to come over?
Why must I be the one to ask?
You know I like you alot
I know you like me too
I promise to let you fall slow
I promise to let you land softly
I promise I never break my promises
So ask me
I'll be so happy
I'll cry but you'll hold me
I know you will
Just ask me
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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