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Garry x Ib - Sweet DreamsHaving fun?
No, clearly this wasn't fun. She wanted out. She was cold, hungry and completely terrified. However if she displayed any signs of weakness to the beasts of the gallery, she knew she'd be as good as gone. Keeping a rational mind was the best way to survive in what she could describe a nightmare she had stupidly walked into. All the child wanted to do was go home to her mother's warm meals and her father's reassuring pats. She discarded that note from earlier and continued through the Hellish maze.
Her little red Mary-Janes came to a stop in front of shadowy lump in front of her. Her wide crimson eyes stared blankly at the object until she finally came to realize it was a person. She nervously approached him, her petite hands reaching to touch his shoulders. The sound of his tired breathing managed to calm her down, telling her that he was definitely human. Her gentle fingers touched him and
"Having fun?" The man whispered. His grip on her wrist was like a fleshy han
I'm Not a Monster"Oh god... I did it again..." Jeffrey thought as he ran as fast as he could back to his house.
"I didn't mean to! That poor innocent animal... I just saw it walking by, and the next thing I knew, I was snapping it's neck..."
The young boy ran faster as tears rolled down his cheeks. "This is the sixth cat I've killed this month, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?"
When he reached his house, he climbed into his room through his window, because his parents didn't know that he left the house. Jeffrey then climbed under the coveres on his bed, and tried to calm down. He was shaking violently. He tried thinking of other things, but it didn't work. So he had do something that he really didn't want to do, but had to, because it was the only way he could calm down at least a little bit.
He slowly got out from under the covers, and got a box out from under his bed. In the box were all the things that he had that he didn't want his parents to find out about. He took out a box of cigaret
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to grow
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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