Cursed By The LightWithin the day a depression deepens
Out of control, a freak in the light of the moon
The sun rises and the feelings of loathing rises with the dawn
A beast burning within, waiting for the pale of the moons coldness on my flesh
I feel damned by the light, a beast of the wild and chaos by the bitter bite of the feral night
There is a soul that shirks the day, cursed by the light, longing for the eternal caress of the gloomy eventide
HeroHearts singing in exaltation.
Eagles wings spread wide, winds lifting them up.
Rare do we see that the truth that out hero is the one within us.
Only do you need to stop looking without and embrace and revel in the joy inside.
TearsThe wet liquid flows from my eyes.
Even this late in my life I see a truth unseen before.
An angel of mercy shining her light into the darkness of my life.
Rest comes now and I give over my weary body and mind to the woman within.
Salty seas left behind, there is a brightness that beckons me into a future filled with endless love.
VictimVoices telling me my worth
Ice crystals melting by my warm blood
Crawling off the floor, wings sprouting forth
This time I'll listen to myself, I'll fly above it all
I am freeing myself of the shackles of personal objectivity
Master of my destiny and fate, my future is free of being a victim
AngelAscending beyond this flesh, a spark
No more will I deny myself, I see the truth
Grieving for the past and present, it needs to stop
Enchanted rapturous bliss, I feel the love inside my heart
Lost but now found, an angel of heaven lifted me out of my shell
Get OutGrainy and blurry memories.
Eat away at my self-confidence from within.
The voices set it in and they whisper sweet little lies.
Only I see that those voices are all mine, too much to bear.
Under the blackness and cover of night do these whispers come rolling in.
There is one stronger than all the others and hers fills my night, for she is my moon.
Wax On, Wax Off (Wax Statue TF TG)Halloween is a time of the year when we come together and try to scare each other with crappy costumes we bought at a Best Buy. It's also the time when we get free candy, yet Halloween has always lacked appeal to me. I was never really excited for the Holiday even when I was young. One Halloween changed all that, and forever painted the Holiday as something that could be truly scary for me. It all happened a couple of nights before Halloween, and it will forever stick with me. One day I was walking through the neighborhood, strolling through the path near the back of my street. Power had just gone out for my entire block and I looking for something to do to kill time. As I was paced around the powerless neighborhood, I took notice of a house with its light still on. It was none other than the extravagant abandoned mansion of Vincent Price.
You see, Vincent Price used to own several different manors and buildings. One of these was set up in our town, shortly after he did the film "House
Letters From Me to YouDear Self Conscience,
I hope you're doing okay. I heard there's a blizzard over there. Don't get sick, or I'll probably fly over there and give you some lectures... Haha.
Don't take me too seriously, kid. Tell Sanity I said hello.
I'm fine, thanks. Yeah, it's still snowing... I think it's around three inches? Well, I don't really know.
About being sick, Sanity is actually ill. She caught the cold when she was walking home. Insanity is over here taking care of her along with me. They both said hello.
Dear Self Conscience,
Be sure that Sanity gets enough sleep. Give her herbal tea. I'm not planning to write an obituary for her. But I'm willing to write one for Insanity.
Don't show that to him.
It's raining over here. You used to love the rain, but now you despise it. Is there a reason why?
Nevermind it. I apologize for trying to go into your personal business.
I knew you'd bring the subj
Suppressed Memories ((FNAF + OC rp.))So basically this is kinda based on my fanfic so far...~ lets see how your OCs can cope against the animatronics (I'll try keep them in character~)
Your OC(s) turn up with the group, it consisted of Ajax, Ryo, R.E.M, X, Y and Indiana. Ajax looked at the late comers, "what took you so long?" He asked, a little pale as he leaned against the locked doors to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
Creepypasta OC review: Emotion Eater Sometimes, we have marry sues and ripoffs, I have to ask, what makes a true, properly developed Creepypasta OC? One OC like no other? Well, let's find out.
This OC is part of SCP Containment Breach, uniquely designed, and has no rhyme or reason. Yea I set you, the viewer, up really well, didn't I?
This character is some decent character development; but not good enough (EX: why the character is afraid/dislikes blood, how she became an SCP.) What has this character done to become an SCP? Why does she abhor (if you don't know what that means, it's another word for dislike) blood? Why did her father commit suicide? Because he didn't want to live in a colourful (and yes, I spell colour with an u) he didn't want love, self-esteem, and happiness? Why? Other than that, the character is nicely designed; many colours. I liked that, I love characters with colourful designs.
What do I personally rate thi
Rebecca- Part 2"Rebecca, do you know where your uniform is?"
"I dunno. You must've put them somewhere after you ironed them."
"We need to find them! It's your first day at your new school tomorrow!"
"Yeah... but we've still got a whole day to find it."
This is the conversation that took place in the morning of the day before Rebecca's first day at her new secondary school. Her mum had found the backsides to putting things off as she found that she needed to prepare all of the uniform for Rebecca.
Rebecca was not without work either. She took the task of getting her bag together. This was a lot easier than it would be later as she didn't have any books yet. A bit later on, when she decided to stay the job, she knelt down onto her bed in her room. A while had passed and she remained in that position with her bag by her side, untouched by her, browsing the internet on her phone. At this point, she couldn't be asked to organise her bag. All she wanted to do here was eat something
Little Betty(We begin in Boing Boing Betty and Handlebar Harry's bedroom were Betty was sitting in the corner with sore red hands)
Betty: got in trouble with Fred, i broke shomething from Fred'sh room and he whacked me in the handsh now i can't come out of here until Joan comesh back from the grocery shtore. *starts crying*
(The door is heard opening and then closing)
Joan: Doid's i'm home with the grocery's
(The other Disrespectoids comes running and Betty popped her head out the door with tears flowing)
Joan: aww, what's wrong Betty?
(Betty goes to Joan and hugs her)
Betty: i-i broke shomething in Fred'sh room and he bruished my handsh!
(Chuck and Harry angrily looks at Fred)
Chuck and Harry (angrily): FRED!
Joan: Fred, you must not hit Betty so hard she's only a girl and the baby
(Fred approaches Betty and gives her a hug)
Fred: Sorry Little Betty
(Betty stops crying)
Joan: now, i need some help with making dinner
Fred: can i help?
Joan: Fred, after what you did to Betty you will go to you
ESO - Taking care of Our Own.Silica had dabbled in black-smiting and cloth work (Although Argo had since surpassed her in skills for the moment) for long enough to decide that paying people on contract to send her crafting supplies would be well worth the investment.
For a time, Silica had received mails from other people, who had written to her with interesting tales of adventure and intrigue...and then they stopped. Their lives had gotten so busy to the point that the contracting company had decided to simply give Silica's contract to two new hires.
One was an Argonian who was writing a book and kept a pet Mudcrab, the other....Askel Rockbiter was a complete unknown.
His (Her? Silica assumed Askel was a he but she couldn't quite be sure) Race was unknown, as was his location in Tamriel. His letters were often curt to a point. The name sounded vaguely Nordic, and so during the middle of her and Faraniel's hunt through the Rift for the leader and the highest ranking members of that Werewolf extortion ring (all of
Pages Of Our Lives~Akira~Part 1February 17, 2005
I was told I should keep a journal, but it seems pointless. What's the meaning in writing down things from my day every day? I guess I should still do it, if only to make those Agency imbeciles happy... I know they're going to read this thing and analyze the tar out of it, and by extension, me. At least they'll understand I don't have the mind of the child they want to make me into.
I guess I should start with day one since my release, or whatever they're going to call this. From my first day, my new family has been so strange--no, totally weird. At least, that girl has. I haven't really bothered to memorize her name yet. I think it's annoying her, but she isn't showing it in the least. She's convinced everything will be just fine or something. I don't see why. Just where does she get her endless optimism? She seems so messed up in the head. Though it might be explained by where she goes every Sunday. Something about that seems to give her so much... hope
PeacekeeperSuperhero Character Profile
Legal Name: Kane Malix
Morality: Chaotic Good
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Daytime Bartender
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Type: The 10th Doctor(Minus the sideburns)
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Color: White, Slight tan
Nationality: Irish, Italian(Formerly Scottish instead of Irish, and German before that)
Voice: Similar to Master Chiefs
Distinguishing Features: None to see(Keeps whole body covered)
Costume: White Tee, trenchcoat(Brown), Jeans, Shoes(Any kind), White mask with black flame decal around eyes
Powers and Abilities
Power Limitations: Normal Human
Abilities: 157 IQ
Weapons: Machine Pistol, Katana
Physical Weaknesses: None
Mental/Emotional Weaknesses: Socially awkward, Not good around other people, unless he's going to kill them, Unique and easily recognizable Fighting Style
Personality and R
Wake Up!Aoru wandered for what seemed to like hours. A thick fog rolled over the horizon obscuring all vision. A little panicked but with some composure she trudged on. After a long time of walking the fog started to lift and she found herself at the entrance to a graveyard. Curiosity sinking in, she felt the hand of fate giving her a little push. She entered the place with her head held high. That's when she started to hear whispers. She looked around not being able to pinpoint where the whispers were coming from. They almost seemed coming from all around her. She stopped in her tracks. And then looked down. What she saw scared her beyond all reason; it was a gravestone with her name on it. A shadowy figure erupted from the ground and rocked her body. Inside her mind she heard a scream; WAKE UP!