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Not Just A Game Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Harmless Game
"The door to safety is shut. There is no turning back…" That was the last thing my friends and I read on the television screen before we found ourselves dragged into the middle of, what we all agreed to be, hell on earth.
Earlier that evening, I had invited some friends of mine over to my place for a Game-a-Thon of, in my opinion, one of the best horror video game series ever created, Resident Evil, starting with Zero and eventually ending with Six. "What could possibly go wrong?" I thought as I sat on the stairs waiting for my friends to arrive.
"How much longer till they get here Pyro?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was my younger brother OgienChomik.
"I don't know, I told them to get here sometime around 2:30, and it's 2:00 right now so they shouldn't be much long-" At that moment there w
Masquerade du Maladie: Part One
Masquerade du Maladie: Part One
The night was moving along swimmingly and it seemed that eveyone who was going to show up had already arrived. There was food and drinkks, laughter and merryment. The music, tho not yet done by the dj, was playing loudly amping up the excitement. Yes everything seemed to be coming along fine. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong at this point...... A woman burst into the Cafe, grabbing a random mask that had been left laying about by one of the idle party goers. She looked pale and sickly. Clearly there was something wrong with her. Few noticed though. Kiwi did and a few of the other staff memebers along with Eisia, but most were too caught up in the festivities to care. The woman began touching people and about 10 minutes after she did, they began feeling dizzy and having a loss of appetite. Still no one payed the woman any head as the woman began screaming with halucinations. They just assumed that she had drunk too much. The lights flick
A Life Without You
Sometimes I think of life
And how it would be without you
As I think I see myself
Lost and alone
With no one to help me
I'm just skin and bone
My heart is empty
I feel nothing inside
I'm scared of this
Someone open my eyes!
None of it is true
I'm dreaming right?
I open my eyes
And I see you
I suddenly realize
The truth in my world
That a life without you
Is like my own living hell
You wouldn't be there
To pick me up when I fell
And as you carry me in your arms
I'd wish to tell you what's true
When you look at me
I want to whisper out
I Love You
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
SevenEach day is a new struggle.
Each day is an uphill fight.
I go out, and I wage war against them,
And I lose.
Then I come home,
Beaten and bruised,
They won the last one,
They'll win the next.
They'l win all the rest,
Until I'm finally dead.
But I am a warrior,
And one who will protect,
One who will serve,
Until his dying breath.
And why do I go out each day?
Why dawn my dented armor?
Because I know what I'm fighting for.
And though they may have victory,
And the sparkling spoils of war...
I have you,
And that is enough
To make me get out of bed each day,
To walk out the door,
To draw my sword and fight them,
To come home beaten yet once more;
But then I see your face
And I know I'd go through it all again
If it meant I won your love,
If it meant your affection.
For you I would fight this many battles:
Seven times seven times seven.
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
My True Feelings About You
Nothing could change the way I felt
When I met you for the first time
It was almost as if the world had stopped
Like a dream that would never end
A dream that I never wanted to wake up from
At first I thought you were just another guy
But once I truly got to know you
Everything began to change in my life
I try to hide the fact that I liked you
But it gets harder every day
Whenever you're near me
I would stare at you whenever I could
Always hoping that no one would see
But if you looked my way
Our eyes would meet making me freeze
I'd get nervous and scared
Not knowing what to do next
I would sheepishly change my gaze
Paying attention to the teacher again
When I try to talk to you
I'd feel insecure not knowing what to say
When I finally started a conversation with you
I could never manage to look directly at you
You would always look into my eyes
But I could only manage to glimpse into yours
And then I would nervously look away
Whenever you sat near me
My heart begins racing a thousand m
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