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master of decadence.Although it might not seem so, she had been the killer in the crowd; that night she had come to hunt them all down. No mercy, she did it one by one. Surprised? Allow me to explain, such devil, such wicked heart, black and untamed. Afraid? Listen close now; her show is about to commence.
She hisses, she snarls, and she whispers, and she laughs. She's the prettiest of all, with evil mind, sweetly to prowl. Bony fingers of long sharp nails, her lovely hands were made to tear flesh. But fragile she is and one day she might break. Just a beautiful sinner now wasted away. Oh, such enchanting cadaver, dancing and dead.
And as she keeps dancing she starts pulling you down. Down into a dark place you alone would never have found. You shout, stupidly unbowed. But sadly at night, only silence is loud. And as her silhouette continues to skulk, twirling around, you finally understand. She's the master, a queen with no crown.
And although her heart is cold and her teeth are sharp, she once had be
SickHe could hear it, the bloody figure walking behind him over nimble feet. Then his eyes were forced to close as cold, bony fingers covered his sight. Nails like claws buried deep into his cheek as she breathed softly, surely bloody lips drawn into that scornful smile he both loved and detested.
"You're mine."
And then she was gone, back into the sweet torments of his mind. And then, like venom, she left him on the floor, dead and strangely calm.
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I had to get this out of my head.
I know, I'm weird.
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
Relevant to Female Superheroes and Cosplayers pt2I've added more to the bottom of this article, and I'm bumping it because I feel like it's important.
Also it's my birthday, so I do what I want. :B
This link. Right here.
Tony. Tony, Tony, Tony.
This attitude is not ok, for many reasons beside it being completely illogical.
1) You don't get to decide who is a geek or not a geek. Period. Geekdom is about acceptance, not rejection. If you're all about Not Liking Other People That Like The Stuff That You Like, you're not a geek, you're a hipster. Who found a pair of glasses.
2) You don't get to decide who is hot and who is not hot. That girl at the con with thick thighs and a little bit of muffin top? She is a perfect 10 in my book, bro. Except that women's bodies aren't up for the judging. Her attractiveness or lack therof does not define her geekiness. The same way that it does not define her social experience. Pretty
AddictionConsuming desire
Burning need
Momentary relief
Tread LightlyWhen walking on eggshells, tread lightly.
EyeNow, the tiger's eye is blind.
HauntedI run.

Your ghost...
haunts me.
Agitate a Javelinewhat
a
lovely
play...

on
words
In FlightAzure skies - thermal updraft
Outstretched wings.
The Monster Down the RoadDon't go to the house at the end of the road.
There's a monster living there
all covered in warts like a giant toad
with spiders in his hair.
He smells of week-old rotting meat
and his clothes are full of fleas.
He has a beard that's far from neat
which falls down to his knees.
He sits in that house all day and night
plotting who knows what.
It's sure to cause us quite a fright.
I feel that in my gut.
So stay away from that horrible place
with the monster living inside
and if he ever sees your face
you'd better run and hide
for if he catches you
then it would be a grave mistake,
the things he'll make you do
with just a tra
A Scritching and a ScratchingI can hear them scratching
in the corners of my room.
The rasping movement of their legs
the sound that spells my doom.
They're crawling on the walls
and even on the ceiling.
I can't see a single one
but I can't escape the feeling
that they'll scritch and scratch across the floor
crawl up into my bed
drag themselves across the sheets
and lay eggs in my head.
I still lay here paralyzed
by an ever mounting fear
that the eggs inside will hatch
and in my head I'll hear
the ticking tacking of the claws
as the babies run about
and I can never even scream
for fear that they'll come out.
A word of Caution..."Sign says danger..."
 

You never listen.
Only AskedHe only asked, "Where's your child?"
Moral StandingThe killer took the high ground
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I've been struggling lately.
It helped to write my experiences down.
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~Rishan Jan 15, 2013   General Artist
Very touching story. Thanks
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~Oskana Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's curious how life is... I've been going through some... hard and awful things around me and this year just started with the left foot... I had managed to avoid crying until now, but honestly... I need to do so, I just was avoinding it and culdn't find a reason to do it.

While I saw this and read it through teary eyes and wiping my cheeks to be able to keep reading I felt relieved somehow. I love dogs, I've had one or another all my life since I was 3 months old, I've had to let go of them for one reaosn or another and cryied my eyes out with their passing.

I do feel you and hope that you are doing better, tough I know that's a wishful thinking. Hugs and kisses for you and licks from my little chihuahua Bandit who was by my side and licking me as I cried
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~Sylistra-The-Scholar Jan 9, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
My dog Shadow was bitten by a rattlesnake a few years ago. He didn't bark or freak out until it was too late, so I know your pain.

Many Hugs to you. :hug:
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~Pookasydi Jan 6, 2013
I know this was posted back in November, but I stumbled across it just now. My dog just turned 18 two days ago, and he's in that same slow decline you wrote about. I tell myself and others that I'm ready for it, but I know I'm not. I'm terrified of that day, and every time I find him napping, I think it's that day.

This wasn't exactly comforting, I certainly teared up, but I guess it's good to be able to read someone else's experiences that feel so familiar.
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~arachelle905 Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I won't burden you with a longwinded comment about the several pets I've lost, but I just wanted to say that, for one thing, this little story was exceptionally well written and brought tears to my eyes frequently (which is an accomplishment, as I don't tend to be moved to tears all that easily) and also that I love your reference works very much. You have my sympathies on your loss, and my thanks for both the photos that you post and for sharing this very powerful moment of your life. Thank you. :)

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*TheSkaldofNvrwinter Dec 29, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm so sorry. I came here to look for more reference and got sad. :(

I think sometimes it would be better if our pets would just vanish without a trace, maybe even fade away from the world without being seen doing it, saving us the grief of the day.
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~Ceraline Dec 28, 2012
You have no idea how much this helped me....as weird as it sounds. One year ago my dog Peggy vanished. She had been living with my Granny, just outside the city, for 2 years. She was almost 20 years old. She could hardly move those days, Getting up took her a long time and she would whine a little. We searched for 4 days...eventually everyone knew that she had gone off to silently pass away. I don't think I was ever able to fully grieve, just miss her, wonder if she was scared, if it was quick.....Reading this....helped bring out those emotions I couldn't face. Peggy was a black lab/sharpei mix and the sweetest dog I've ever known. I loved her more than I can express, iIn fact when I brought my now fiance home to meet my family, her approval was the most important.

I am extremely deeply sorry for your loss
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~aurora-colle Dec 26, 2012
Sigh. I cried so hard reading this. I'm really sorry for your loss and I definitely know how you feel, we lost our fifteen-year-old dog in July, to cancer.

I may be biased because of just how much it resonates with me emotionally, but I think your text itself is really well-written. Very impacting.
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Mood: Sadness *charleyed Dec 23, 2012
I am sorry. The world didn't end, but sometimes it feels like it did. I'm sorry.
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~Barn0wl Dec 18, 2012
:hug: Kxhara :hug:

This was simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. I'm sorry I didn't comment on it earlier. We lost a geriatric Lhasa Apso a few months back, and have had to go through this several times before. It seems different each time, though it is never easy. You and your family have my sympathy for whatever that is worth.
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