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SmilesI come back in the room. Your sitting on the floor. Your face has pure hatred on it. I stick my hand out to you and you spit on me. The knife falls to the floor. "If you want a smile, then do it yourself.
knife"I laugh. Someone is a little rowdy today. I pick up the knife. I can't do this to you. I turn to walk away. You sigh with relief. I quickly turn and I hear you scream. I nailed my target. The knife pierced right through your chest. I laugh and walk away.
blood veinsThe blood runs pure through your veins. I need to change that. By the end you will be corrupt and cold hearted. And if not I will drain you dry. You know I have the power to do what I want. You need to chose your fate. I love you, but things will change. Let em have you and fix you. You stare at me with dark eyes. I take this as you want the change. I walk towards eyes beaming. Come here my love.
FrostThe frost covers everything. I look down. The world looks so beautiful. I have to much on my mind. I can't stop thinking of that day. I'm stuck in a mess I can't get out of. You are so happy. I watch as you laugh around. You look so beautiful. I need to make sure your safe. I didn't mean to hurt him. I didn't mean to make him run away. I'm sorry for the pain I caused. I'll go this time. Just to protect you.
painful crying dyingI lay with you. I watch you as your in pain. I dont know what to do. You cry out to me but I dont understand what you are saying. I'm sorry you are in pain. I wish I knew how to help. Now we lay in pain and crying. I hope you will be okay. I cant wait for you to come back to me. They took you away. But they will help you please survive my friend. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you! I will miss you.
dead bodyYou scream as you realize that is your mother. They told you to dispose of the person. How could you kill your mother? You didn't check before you slit her throat. They are hungry. So are you. You need to eat. The only food around is her. They built you a fire. I watch in the distance as you cook her flesh. You take a bite. You are starving. I watch in horror as you scarf down her body.
HateThings just keep coming in. I hate this! Why can't everything be normal? Why can't everything be perfect again? Did we really need this? I don't know what I'm going to do. If something were to happen, I would be devastated. Please, don't let anything bad happen. No more of this. It all just needs to stop!
earthquakeThe ground shook. My eyes were red. i was angry. I won't let them do this again. My angry is getting the worst of me. I punch at the ground. It shakes more. You look down at me scared. My eyes pierce through yours. You turn to run. I caught you offguard
FireThe fire burns the place. The ceiling collapses. Everyone is stuck inside. Screaming with horror. They all burn. I stand on the outside laughing. That place deserved to go. Some of the people don't deserve that fate, but I don't control it. Life happens the way it wants. I watch as the screaming fades. The fire dies. There is nothign left but the emptyness of what used to be.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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