

GreenA small hushed murmur spread amongst the several children, showing excitement and anticipation in their voice as their father sat tiredly sat down, book in hand, preparing to appeal to their youthful ears. They looked up, staring into the old mans face, desperate to hear the tale, as he wearily flipped the paper, combing the pages for a suitable story. He coughed slightly, clearing his throat, and began to read. Isnt it strange how the sun rises and sets at the identical spot every day? Or how the stars twinkle every night without holding-back their heavenly glow? Our world exists for us, pleasing us with every prettyGreen


CriticHarrison Paull opened his eyes and sat up straight in his chair. He wiped the sleep from his eyes with one of his hands and picked up the book that lay on his chest and squinted to see past the blur (among other things) in his eyes to barely read the title, The Pirates of East, a mildly interesting book he slightly recalled reading before he fell asleep in his very comfortable reading recliner. His vision was fading at the ripe age of 26 and he threw the book down on the small, rounded side table, and exhaled a small grunt that indicated the start of another depressing day of being a boring book critic. This was me. I was slCritic


The Saviour DeviceThe solitary vacuum of space; a realm where nothing breathes, nothing moves, nothing makes a sound, nothing is alive. Through the dense layer of asteroids, the clustered abundance of planets, something big was unfolding. The nearby planets would have no idea what was happening until the rain and fire of debris scattered down on their homes and cities. Captain John Price, solder of the 4th Human Alliance fleet and commander of the largest, most powerful ship in all the galaxy: the Forerunner, knew what had to be done, and he knew at what cost it came. A victory against the ultimate enemy could only come at such a risky price in such a prThe Saviour Device


The new vampireNothing could be heard over the thunderous storm besides the panicked, uneven footsteps, dashing through the lonely street, his cries barely escaping through the thick forest of raindrops. Hidden in the darkness and thickening downpour, he ran only forward, looking behind him frantically, struggling to keep his balance. The cityscape was drenched; both in the showering rain and pitch black darkness. As a possible escape, the hopeless man dashed into an opening from the road. He slipped at the top of the ramp, and tumbled down into the underground parking lot, his screams no longer drowned out by the rain, and echoing throughout every leThe new vampire
| Well hello I don't have many drawings, coz I lost the ability to do that somehow... And I don't have many stories coz I lost that ability too. I seem to change talents every week. Don't be surprised if next week I update with a lovely piano sound-file or a amazingly crafted sock-puppet. But neither of those really belong on DeviantArt anyway so you'll have to make do with the junk I give you XD I really feel like making a sock puppet now... In other news, if anyone ever wanted me to write a story specifically for them or had any ideas or asked reeeeeeeally nicely, I'd love to write again |
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"Damned if you do, damned if you don't."
Actually, it's not terrible in the slightest, and I'm just here to acknowlege that yay, it's Sam.
That is all.
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And since you're not from my school, guess which reason I watched you for
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I'm not schizophrenic, the voices told me so!
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I'm not watching anyone else I know but not from school
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I'm not schizophrenic, the voices told me so!
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"Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is."
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I'm not schizophrenic, the voices told me so!
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I'm not schizophrenic, the voices told me so!
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