"Morning Wally"
"Wally?"
"Oh, morning...sorry"
"What has you so distracted?"
"It's the Doc... she is...with him..."
"With who?"
"THE Patient"
"No...they can't have...bought him in?"
"Shit"
"Why are you smiling?"
"I'm wondering who will need the doctor by the time they are done"
From the notes of Doctor Louise Williams: 21st October
The Patient, an enigma, it is hard to know where to begin with such a character. He has out smarted the world so it seems, played the games close to his own sleeve, and yet here he is now, caught after such a long period of evasion. The guards here are celebrating, the officers who caught him have been
We live in a world of instant gratification.
We cannot begin to fathom the passing of mere seconds or the overwhelming scope of infinity. The rotations of the Earth and the movements of the galaxy are beyond us, breathing a miracle even the most observant fail to recognise. Our silver screens have been replaced by plasma and our dark rooms have been replaced by USB. The tears are barely dry on the cheeks of the Prophets replacements, their depression as solid as toilet paper, we call them celebrities. Our saints and saviours would be turning in their graves if they weren't already decomposing with disdain.
I am not one for this world, I can
Something Wicked: Part I by GaiaTheory, literature
Literature
Something Wicked: Part I
Many events will shape the course of history, the subtle changes that will lay the foundations for a future generation. Considered the most important event is what has come to be known as The Birth of the Wicked, an event that shakes the very core of all existence on this planet. Only a select few living through the vibrations of that event know the true nature of its bloom. A thousand years previously it began. The Earth or Gaia as it is known to some was once shared between two races. The Aura born of an ancient power instilled to them (some believe) through the powers of Mother Earth, they grasp a power known to them as the Auur which take
"Morning Wally"
"Wally?"
"Oh, morning...sorry"
"What has you so distracted?"
"It's the Doc... she is...with him..."
"With who?"
"THE Patient"
"No...they can't have...bought him in?"
"Shit"
"Why are you smiling?"
"I'm wondering who will need the doctor by the time they are done"
From the notes of Doctor Louise Williams: 21st October
The Patient, an enigma, it is hard to know where to begin with such a character. He has out smarted the world so it seems, played the games close to his own sleeve, and yet here he is now, caught after such a long period of evasion. The guards here are celebrating, the officers who caught him have been
We live in a world of instant gratification.
We cannot begin to fathom the passing of mere seconds or the overwhelming scope of infinity. The rotations of the Earth and the movements of the galaxy are beyond us, breathing a miracle even the most observant fail to recognise. Our silver screens have been replaced by plasma and our dark rooms have been replaced by USB. The tears are barely dry on the cheeks of the Prophets replacements, their depression as solid as toilet paper, we call them celebrities. Our saints and saviours would be turning in their graves if they weren't already decomposing with disdain.
I am not one for this world, I can
I watched the last petal fall away
And saw his tears upon his face
I wished to wipe away the pain
But stood so still
I wasn't even there
I killed the last thing in me
To stand there calmly
And listen to him sob
So sad was the image
That lay before me
So sad was the feeling
Of incompetence
The thought was there
Evident on his face
If there was an angel there,
Why can't he take her place?
"Make it right!" he cried
Until his voice was too hoarse
And still I stood
Unable to move
The pain a sharp razor
Through my heart
All I did was watch him cry
Cry and sob until there was no more
And he gave all he had to give
For someon
It was just me
alone and lost.
Wandering through
the maze of life.
Only me.
I trusted no one.
They'd never understand.
More and more
tears.
More and more
blood.
"Never again"
I swore.
"I will eliminate
one word.
My lips will
never again
utter those words."
They only bring pain.
I was alone.
Darkness
all around.
Chains encased me
pulling me down.
Even the morbid voices
didn't make me loook up.
A shadowy figure came.
Standing out
from the rest.
One that drew
my attentio
Rightful Misconception by tradgicXsins, literature
Literature
Rightful Misconception
I did everything you wanted
I touched every person alive
I cowered in a broken corner
I worshiped every god you told me to
I broke every bone I have
and what do I have to show?
A whimpering girl lays broken
blood spilling to the frozen ground
she never harmed a soul
till a sociopath flew around
I killed all these people
I spilled their blood
you said I was a good girl
for doing what daddy says
but look at my eyes,
look at this destruction
from a fractured mind
bodies pile on the cement
decrepit lives put on hold
a pale hand covers the flame
before letting it soar
I let them twist in the room
I hear their pleas all nigh
I don't understand...
water pounding against a ragged cliff
what about love?
a deserted house, silent in the cold night
I don't understand...
a keening cry echoes
what happened to us?
vicious freedom sucked into oblivion
I don't understand...
whips batter against Ivory flesh
where did you go?
hidden eyes lie in a pool of time
I don't understand...
sinster laughter released into the dusk
why this cruel anger?
fists beating against an unconcious body
I don't understand...
pain radiating through every nerve
how I hated you
bitter brown eyes weep into a distant dawn
I don't understand...
frozen steel caressing a bruised body
There is only seconds left of the day
The sunset brings you happiness
But these tears won't go away
There isn't even time for one last kiss
Because I don't want this pain to stay
You're breaking me down more and more
And I'm begging of you please
Until I end up on the floor
Because you have the keys
To my cage door
I know you're right beside me
Like a demon ready to fly
You make it so I don't want to be
Let me out of this cage and into the sky
Where for once I can be free
The colors of my morbid life
Black, red and pink
Black my soul and red my knife
And pink my heart ready to sink
Please, tell me not to die
And you wonder
death,it seems, has arrived by tradgicXsins, literature
Literature
death,it seems, has arrived
A man left to die
bleeding steadily on a barn floor
a child remained whimpering
watching his father rambling
the wild howls around
rain cascading to the ground
sirens echo in the coming dawn
Death, it seems, has arrived
a woman escapes from a cell
hair matted to a seeping skull
tears mingling with the pouring rains
abrasions searing with a stinging pain
a dogs call resounds in the night
wind rushing past a single bite
his master sits in a cold house
praying to god for his wife's life
and up above she stands alone
a deity so untainted, so unloved
high on a cliff, raging sea cleaves
clinging to a silent reverie
deception qui
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I edited my three A Death in the Family posts about a month ago but alot came up and I haven't had a chance to post them, I will be doing so now and some of these have changed quite a bit so please do give them another read and let me know what you think and what could be changed to improve, what works well and what doesn't. I am to have Chapters III through VI finished by the end of February, I had wanted to do more over the Christmas peroid but due to certain issues I could not.
Now I am on
Based on some very helpful feedback from a friend, I am in the process of editing the first three parts of A Death in the Family, obviusly at all stages of writing I am keen to make them the best I can be so any feedback would be greatly helpful.
-Steve-
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- Name: Steven
- Single or taken: Taken
- Sex: Male
- Birthday: 23rd March
- Sign: Aries
- Hair color: Dirty Blonde
- Eye color: Blue
- Height: Just over 6ft I believe
- Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: Straight
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- Favorite designer?: Dunn0
- What is your sexiest outfit?: Haha tight boxers maybe lol!
- What is your most comfortable outfit?: Trousers and a
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