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Nightmare pt.2He wasn't going to be treated like a child by a disembodied voice...
"Let you go? Now why in the world would I let YOU go? That would be insane!" The voice laughed after responding to what he had said, "You really honestly think I am that simple? That one little command will make me obey you? Silly child...you are nothing to me, you are a speck of dust in my universe. You are a bug on the bottom of my iron boot. You are an ignorant twit who is about to be killed." The voice went on, James responded, "You're a sick bastard, you know that? A sick fuck with nothing more to do than torture people for your own personal pleasure." A gaping hole opened up in the ceiling, the walls began shaking more than ever, cracks appeared beneath James's feet.
A realm of nothing.
It envelopes you in a world of absolute solitude.
Loneliness in the void is inevitable.
Darkness, no sound, only the echoes of the thoughts in your mind.
The void is the home of absolute and complete hopelessness.
There is no escaping the void, you only go deeper, and deeper.
The void is the place where one can truly find out the definition of insanity.
Why I hate to love writing stories.I know, I know, I have absolutely no stories uploaded, but I write in real life. It's hard for me because I never get anything finished, and when I revisit a project it's just boring to me.
But why do I keep wanting to write?
I HAVE TO SATISFY MY NEED FOR NEW LITERATURE.
But how can I do that with no idea what to write about? To be honest I have no idea.
I could do something along the lines of philosophy, or I could do an original story.
I just have to get a subject to write about.
Which is impossible with my brain, it just never stays on topic.
Oh look at me, rambling already. I'll just leave through this door.
P.S. ~ Drugs are bad, 'Mmkay?
What do Words Mean to You?Often times we think of listening as hearing what someone says. Sometimes when we listen, we hear the words and a voice, but we don't compute what the person is saying. Other times we do more than listen; we respond and interact, actually paying attention and understanding the conversation. However, rarely do we truly listen to someone else; truly hear what they have to say. We don't listen in an emotional sense, only in the physical. I'm guilty of this, as well as everyone else.
My reasoning of this result is because we idly use our words. Some of us have no purpose in talking other than just to talk. This causes us to start ignoring what is being said because we think the words being spoken have no meaning, often times forgetting that the person speaking is meaningful. Not to say that what they're saying isn't stupid or anything, but the way they feel is that the only way they can gain recognition is if the
Mlp season 4 (So far) Episode gradesPrincess Twilight Sparkle- A
Castle Mar-ia - B
Daring Don't- c
Flight to the finish- A
Power Ponies- A
Rarity take Manehatten- B+
Pinkie Apple Pie- A
Rainbow falls- C
Three's a crowd- D
Pinkie Pride- A+++++
Simple ways- D
Filli Vanilli- c- (By the way Pinkie Pie wasn't the main issue for me in this episode)
Twilight Time- c
Aren't easy being Breezies- c
Dear God, I hate religionIt has become apparent to me recently that our society is dictated by religious bigots. Most of our congressmen, namely republican, claim to have experienced some deity, usually one that they claim is beyond reasoning and logic, on a personal level. Religion often claims to be separate from the law; churches don't pay taxes, they get away with molesting children on a regular basis, and Muslim men are allowed to subjugate their women with burkas, beatings and imaginary laws. I would love to see a world without religion...Remember the dark ages?
Going on the OffensiveI have an idea.
While trying to get DA to change their policies we can also go on the attack against those who have attacked us. This :iconcoopermate: person needs to be brought down a couple of notches. They've set up an account specifically to use to report other artists' deviations. There are a number of people who have made comments supporting his actions. We can use the same tactics that have been use against us. DA have very specific rules regarding posting pictures of people, releases are required. below is FAQ #252. What it means is that any photo of a person posted by these hypocrites needs to have a release and probably doesn't. If we report their photos for violating this policy they will feel some of the same pain they've inflicted on others.
If anyone knows "coopermate's" other identity, I want it.
Model release forms? Do I need it? What is it? A model release is essentially an agreement between the photographer and model whi
An Ill Wind (Turbine) is BlowingWind2050: A Dystopian Society? (Vestas, et al. go Orwellian against anti-windpower grassroots) by Mark DuchampMarch 4, 2014
“From Ireland to New Zealand and Massachusetts to Wisconsin, there is growing outrage among rural and semi-rural homeowners about the encroachment of massive wind projects. The European Platform Against Windfarms now lists some 600 signatory organizations from 24 countries. In the U.K. — where fights are raging against industrial wind projects in Wales, Scotland, and elsewhere — some 300 anti-wind groups have been formed. Meanwhile, here in the U.S., about 150 anti-wind groups are active.”
- Robert Bryce, Smaller Faster Lighter Denser: How Innovation Keeps Proving the Catastrophists Wrong (Public Affairs, 2014)
The World Council for Nature (WCFN) was founded September 20, 2011, to defend Nature against aggression–and perhaps none more egregious than the dilute energy sprawl of wind turbines enabled by government-qua-man.
Untitled 4“Best Friends Forever” is a pretty little lie.
I spent my whole life looking for that best friend that would last forever; all throughout grade school and highschool. I did find said person, and we were always the best of friends, promising to always be there for each other no matter what; promising to be there forever. Forever is a very long time for grade schoolers and teenagers, though, and life is always changing at that age. The person you were at 14 is not the same person you will be at 18, and so, inevitably, your best friend today will not always be your best friend tomorrow. I said goodbye to more best friends than I can count in those 12 years, and each one seemed to be more difficult than the next.
I grew distant from the world in college; desperately joined the Internet in the hopes that, maybe, just maybe, my best friend was out there. I found three, actually, and naively, perhaps, we promised to always be there for each other; promised to be there forever. For
Rape Culture, or Something More?I have heard arguments before on the subject of "teach men not to rape". One side, predominately feminists, claim that we live in a society that supports "rape culture", and our sons (and even daughters) are learning that it's okay to treat other people as property if it means taking advantage of them sexually. On the other hand, people claim that we already teach our boys not to rape: so trying to drill the lesson into the heads of men who already wouldn't rape won't help lower rape and other sexual assault rates.
I feel that both sides are looking at the issue wrong. Speaking as a first wave, pro-life feminist, I think both sides of the argument are missing key points on the issue of rape and the society we live in that deals with it.
Firstly, rape is a problem. We have all heard too many stories of students not getting the justice deserved when sexually assaulted by their peers, where the school they attend either ignores their calls for help or does l
On this day in 1912, Oreo Cookies were sold for the first time. Describe to someone how you like to eat your oreos.
You take a cookie, you put it in your mouth and take a bite. Once it is in your mouth, you move your jaw up and down while keeping your mouth closed. Then, once it is crushed and moist in your mouth, you swallow it. As it goes down your throat, you should enjoy the sweet flavor and sensation of that once crunchy, chocolate cookie with sweet, delicious cream in the middle going down your throat and into your stomach. Afterward, you pick up a cup of fresh, cold milk and chug it. And in the end you think,
My Updated Cad Bane StoryIn the recent years Star Wars has been a staple in my fandom life. I have just been captivated by the diverseness of it all, what with its many alien species, unique worlds and things like that. But out of all the things possible in that galaxy far far away I find myself connecting with one individual character the most. A character that defines who I am to this very day in fact. For I used to be a Star Wars fan back in the early 2000s, Attack of the Clones being the first Star Wars movie I ever saw in the cinema. But when Revenge of the Sith was done with its theater run and it had been released on DVD I found myself at an impasse. With nothing on the horizon (to my knowledge, wasn't a big Internet User back then) I figured Star Wars was going to wither away to nothing. But not only that but I felt l was being judged by my peers for still liking it after it was over. Sure I had a few people to discuss Star Wars with but their love for it wasn't the same as mine. So reluctantly I rejec
MusicMusic, a topic more debated than Xbox vs Playstation.
The most argued point is what is classified as 'Real Music' I mean c'mon, anything can be an instrument, you just have to make it that way. (Yes patrick, mayonnaise is an instrument.)
I just don't get how something isn't an 'Instrument'
I don't know. It's just my thought.
Feel free to beat your computer with a stick as I have just wasted precious moments of your life.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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