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Request/Find Meshes / Tree Mesh (W/Vine) NEEDED!
« on: August 29, 2015, 10:08:59 pm »Greetings, friends!
I have recently been trying to find this tree mesh, but I cannot find it ANYWHERE!
Any help is very much appreciated~ <3
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Greetings, friends!
I have recently been trying to find this tree mesh, but I cannot find it ANYWHERE!
Any help is very much appreciated~ <3
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Presets & Markings / Splinter's Preset Corner [REQUESTS CLOSED]
« on: August 23, 2015, 10:42:35 am »
Greetings, friends!
So yup, here's a corner for some of my presets.
Some presets posted here are private, but the first three are on SALE on my Deviant Art. (lightwolfwarrior.deviantart.com)
So, let's hop to it, shall we?
First up, an ocean-based wolf!
On sale at my DA.
Second up, a rosie-colored wolf with grey stripes!
On sale at my DA.
Third up, a soft grey preset with faded spots!
For sale OR trade at my DA.
Next up, my Fursona, Splinter! <3
Please, do not copy.
These next two are also on sale on my DA.
They are the brother and sister, the day and the night, the light and the darkness.
Introducing, Yin~
And his sister, Yang~
Up next is my Fursona's brother, Chikitiilo.
Last but not least is a lad I call Flare. Animated~
This preset has been sold.
So, here are only a few examples of what I can do. (Some presets above, such as Flare, are OLD.)
I can do:
Complex markings
Fading
Tribal
Transparent
Metallic/Reflective
Non-mirrored
Animated/scrolling
Realistic
I CAN'T do:
Bloody
Realistic scars
Note: I only do CANINES.
For now, I will open 3 slots.
Fill out this simple form and then comment to place your 'order'. For a ref sheet, you can PM me a link or simply add a link in the form. Depends on how private your preset is
Character Name:
Gender:
Ref sheet:
Note: You must tell me if you want or don't want a mane added. Make sure your ref sheet HAS A MANE if your character has one.
Slots
1. RebelEcho
2. Hooli
3. SmalltownCop
So yup, here's a corner for some of my presets.
Some presets posted here are private, but the first three are on SALE on my Deviant Art. (lightwolfwarrior.deviantart.com)
So, let's hop to it, shall we?
First up, an ocean-based wolf!
On sale at my DA.
Second up, a rosie-colored wolf with grey stripes!
On sale at my DA.
Third up, a soft grey preset with faded spots!
For sale OR trade at my DA.
Next up, my Fursona, Splinter! <3
Please, do not copy.
These next two are also on sale on my DA.
They are the brother and sister, the day and the night, the light and the darkness.
Introducing, Yin~
And his sister, Yang~
Up next is my Fursona's brother, Chikitiilo.
Last but not least is a lad I call Flare. Animated~
This preset has been sold.
So, here are only a few examples of what I can do. (Some presets above, such as Flare, are OLD.)
I can do:
Complex markings
Fading
Tribal
Transparent
Metallic/Reflective
Non-mirrored
Animated/scrolling
Realistic
I CAN'T do:
Bloody
Realistic scars
Note: I only do CANINES.
For now, I will open 3 slots.
Fill out this simple form and then comment to place your 'order'. For a ref sheet, you can PM me a link or simply add a link in the form. Depends on how private your preset is
Character Name:
Gender:
Ref sheet:
Note: You must tell me if you want or don't want a mane added. Make sure your ref sheet HAS A MANE if your character has one.
Slots
1. RebelEcho
2. Hooli
3. SmalltownCop
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Work In Progress Maps & Map Discussion / ~Song Forest~ (Realistic WIP)
« on: August 23, 2015, 07:38:59 am »Greetings, friends!
Oh boy, look at what I found. A treasure lost for around two years now.
My old, realistic, incomplete map: Song Forest.
I remember when I made this map; it was my second heightmap ever.
I'd started working with Gimp 2.6 and discovered the Smudge tool. xD
After making the heightmap, I thought of my sister in real life. I'm usually quite rude to her, and I felt bad.
She loves forests like I do, so I decided to dedicate this map to her seeing as she was going into surgery soon.
I made a backstory for this map as well, though it is long lost. I will have to re-make it.
Since it is a WIP and one side of the island is VERY barren, I will post only one screenshot, and that is of the view of the waterfall and river. <3
Hopefully I will gain the inspiration to finish this~
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Poems / It's Coming
« on: May 03, 2015, 06:25:51 am »
Hey again! This is just another poem from 2 1/2 years ago. But I will say, this one is DEFINITELY darker than all my others. It first started out as being about a tornado (Weird, right?) and then I changed it... A lot. Anyway, enjoy~
I feel it coming...
The rain beats against the window,
I can't help but be afraid.
The thunder roars and roars nearby,
Then the lightning overtakes the sky.
I hear the children crying...
"Mommy I'm scared!" I hear their cries.
She can't calm them down,
Even though she tries.
She holds them close,
And looks them in the eye.
I feel the wind...
The wind is howling,
At the window it stays.
The dark night is ready
To devour its frightened prey.
I see the door open...
I stand still,
Not daring to move.
I feel the bloody chill
That enters the room.
I hear the screams...
I can hear everything.
My ears begin to bleed.
Punishment is coming,
For breaking the creed.
I feel the blood trickle down my skin.
I see the bodies.
I hear the bloody screams.
I see you.
I feel it coming...
The rain beats against the window,
I can't help but be afraid.
The thunder roars and roars nearby,
Then the lightning overtakes the sky.
I hear the children crying...
"Mommy I'm scared!" I hear their cries.
She can't calm them down,
Even though she tries.
She holds them close,
And looks them in the eye.
I feel the wind...
The wind is howling,
At the window it stays.
The dark night is ready
To devour its frightened prey.
I see the door open...
I stand still,
Not daring to move.
I feel the bloody chill
That enters the room.
I hear the screams...
I can hear everything.
My ears begin to bleed.
Punishment is coming,
For breaking the creed.
I feel the blood trickle down my skin.
I see the bodies.
I hear the bloody screams.
I see you.
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Hey guys! I know, its really been a long time. >.> I apologize. Anyway, over the past years I think its safe to say I've grown up quite a bit, I've experienced things, and so on. This poem is from 2 years ago, but I never got around to posting, so here you go.
It was only a matter of time,
Before I would feel the pain,
A pain that is so great,
It's one I cannot tame.
Why did I fall for it?
Why did I let you trick me?
It is the bottomless pit,
That will never let me be.
Now that the stress is great,
And my patience is running thin,
You will release all your hate,
Until even my sight is dim.
Time turns flames to embers,
Life changes like the weather,
And here I am,
Stuck in it all again.
Forgotten and betrayed,
Wounded and pained,
My fire's slowly going out,
And my mind is wandering about.
The hunted becomes the hunter,
I'm left here to wonder,
Is there a better world,
Where we can travel yonder,
Into the setting sun,
A life that is not a ponder.
I'm finally left to realize,
The world is dark and cold,
And the people's saddened eyes,
Are waiting to be told:
There is a Time when we will rise,
A Time when we can say,
We will not take it!
We will get away.
Away from the demons,
The sadness, and rage,
Away from three things,
That are our cage.
I'm still here in the dark,
Looking for my way.
I can't find it though,
And I am left to say:
"Run, run away, child!
Faster than you ever have!
Run farther and faster,
As fast as you can."
"Because,"
I say as I breathe my last breath.
"Time will destroy you,
And certainly bring death."
It was only a matter of time,
Before I would feel the pain,
A pain that is so great,
It's one I cannot tame.
Why did I fall for it?
Why did I let you trick me?
It is the bottomless pit,
That will never let me be.
Now that the stress is great,
And my patience is running thin,
You will release all your hate,
Until even my sight is dim.
Time turns flames to embers,
Life changes like the weather,
And here I am,
Stuck in it all again.
Forgotten and betrayed,
Wounded and pained,
My fire's slowly going out,
And my mind is wandering about.
The hunted becomes the hunter,
I'm left here to wonder,
Is there a better world,
Where we can travel yonder,
Into the setting sun,
A life that is not a ponder.
I'm finally left to realize,
The world is dark and cold,
And the people's saddened eyes,
Are waiting to be told:
There is a Time when we will rise,
A Time when we can say,
We will not take it!
We will get away.
Away from the demons,
The sadness, and rage,
Away from three things,
That are our cage.
I'm still here in the dark,
Looking for my way.
I can't find it though,
And I am left to say:
"Run, run away, child!
Faster than you ever have!
Run farther and faster,
As fast as you can."
"Because,"
I say as I breathe my last breath.
"Time will destroy you,
And certainly bring death."
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Stories / I'm Haunted...
« on: February 02, 2014, 07:17:06 pm »
Hello again! This is Akari here making a new story :3 It's somewhat quick and I was writing off of retardedness *cough* my own thoughts... OvO I blame my stupidiodicy (I make up words, okay?) for dying before I decided to write this. Note that this isn't fully detailed since I really never seem to go all the way with these until I actually come up with a great story; (>.<) which I can't seem to do. I may make this better and more detailed...its the reader's choice. :3 Also, I'm sorry for never remaking "One, Two, She's Coming For You..." I just kinda didn't have time. (famous last words, I had all the time in the world :3)
Well, without further ado and useless talking that no one will actually read, THE REST OF THE STORY! Enjoy~
It hadn't exactly been the easiest day for me. Lately, I had been experiencing strange illusions and hallucinations. Some were mild and even funny, others had be curled on my bed crying out of sorrow or fear. I had gone to the doctors' about it, my parents had consulted a psychologist, and so many more people who could supposedly 'help' with my new found problem. Today, while I was sitting quietly in math class, I swear I saw a knife fly through my best friend who sat next to me. It was all so real. The blood curdling scream, the silver, bloodstained knife sticking out of her chest, the blood splattering over her body and my face. At that moment, in the dead silent of the actual class. I burst into tears. All eyes were on me. It was so horrible. My teacher looked up from her papers and stared directly at me. Christina, my dear friend, turned to me with wide green eyes. I buried my face in my hands, crying my heart out. She gripped my shoulder tightly and shook me. I had long since told her about my problem. She had no idea what I just experienced, but she tried to help in every way she could. "Maggie!" she called. Her voice seemed to fade away as the darkness began to drip down around me from fake barriers. I guess my closest friends and the teacher had gathered around, for I could feel my body being shook and their countless attempts to console me. The black continued to rain down until I could see no one, or anything for that matter. Random screams began to puncture through my mind, burning holes into my head and filling my ears. Big, salty tears ran down my face like rushing rivers. I covered my ears tightly, trying to make the screams stop. I trembled in my invisible seat. "Maggie..." I heard a soft voice that belonged to Christina. Images of her dying self flashed in front of my eyes. "Maggie." this time it was more clear. I felt a violent shaking on my shoulder. "Maggie!" she screamed. She seemed to pop up in front of me. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Blackness was still concealing everything but me... and her.I looked into her lifeless, glazed over eyes. The knife was still in her chest and a shaking hand reached up and pulled it out slowly. I screamed until my throat was raw at what I saw next. On the end of the knife....was none other than her heart, somehow still beating.
"Hey! Maggils!" I heard my voice being called in reality. "W-what?" I answered, blinking and feeling a small tear riding down my cheek. "You're crying... We're almost to your house by the way!" Christina smiled like nothing of the following day actually happened. "Oh...Yay." I grinned, wiping away my tear. Chrissy was to spend the night tonight, something we hadn't done in about a month thanks to her parents. She pulled her iPod out of her pocket and opened up her notepad and quickly typed something down. She read over it before handing it to me. I read the black manga-like text in my head. "You were thinking about 1st period today weren't you...?" the text said. I shuddered, quickly typing back, "Yes...I can't stop thinking about it. It's the first bad one I've had in awhile." I handed it back to her, my blue eyes looking wet and reflective. I blinked away my forming tears and wiped my eyes quickly, making sure my mom or sister didn't see me crying. She nodded her head at me, deleting the note and sticking her iPod in her blue jean pocket. "TGIF." I suddenly said. Though I had my illusions, or, 'daymares' as I tended to call them, it never kept me from being random. I was still a fun, crazy blonde, and nothing could change that.
They all agreed, especially Chrissy. "Thank Jesus." she literally thanked him. "Mer. I still gotta show you that Memories video!" I suddenly remembered. We take videos all the time of ourselves being random so we'll never forget our friendship or our memories. I merged some parts of each video into one and added a song we found together and it made the perfect mix. She was dying to see it, but she never got the chance since she couldn't spend the night often. We pulled up to my house and ran inside. The first thing we did was go to my room and unload her heaps of things she brought along. I swear she wanted to live with me.
The following night at about 9:30, we switched on my T.V to watch some ghost shows. We loved to do that and surround ourselves with humongous childhood stuffed animals. What? Teenagers can't love stuffed animals?
"Oh my God!" I suddenly screamed, grabbing her shoulders and scaring the heavens out of her. "Maggie you idiot!!! I hate you so much!!" she yelled at me. "I know you love me." I said sarcastically, nudging her arm with my elbow. "Bah." she huffed angrily, but quickly getting over it. She looked around for another bag of chips in our little barricade of animals. Here's what we do:
1. We pull out my second bed from under mine.
2. We get butt loads of food and soft drinks.
3. We surround ourselves with huge stuffed animals. (My life sized wolf for example)
4. We cover up with a blanket up to our faces.
5. We pray we won't die of a heart attack.
6. We eat and drink whenever we feel the need to, no matter how scary the show gets.
7. After finishing our show and growing tired, (Usually occurs at 4:00 in the morning) go to sleep and have nightmares.
And a nightmare I did have. We went to sleep at 3:00, pretty early for us. I woke up at 4 in a cold sweat. I looked in the mirror and noticed my eyes were almost black. As in, you couldn't see anymore dark blue and white streaks in my eyes black. I jumped out of my bed and across hers, trying to land quietly on my toes and not wake her. She was a light sleeper and once she was awake, there was no going back. I quietly opened my bathroom door and stalked inside. I gently glided my hand over the textured wall and tried to find the switch. I felt something that I wished I didn't. I felt rough skin and ragged, knotty hair. I jumped backwards out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, crawling over the now awake Christina into my warm bed. "No... Is this another hallucination?" I asked myself, breathing in a shallow manner. "Mags?" I heard Chrissy yawn in her just-waking-up voice. "Just... go back to sleep." I huffed, trying to hide my eyes from her stare. She quickly sat up and grabbed my long blonde locks, yanking my head sideways to look at her. She caught a glimpse of my black eyes and fell backwards. "Stop! I won't hurt you. There's something in there... I gotta kill it. I just need a... knife." I twitched, my black eyes looking around. I don't know ho they got that way. I felt fine, I swear I didn't have a demon in me. I stood on all fours and fell back on my feet, sliding off my bed and across Chrissy's. "I'll be back." I simply said before running out the door. The pitch black hall was physically dark and I could see nothing except even blacker hands jerking out of the walls and grabbing at me. Another hallucination? I didn't know. I couldn't tell what was real and what was not.
I skid into the kitchen, stumbling in a hasty attempt to get a knife. I froze quickly. I found one. It was sticking up from its holder, now covered with thick, red blood. Or was it red? I took a closer look at my hand with the knife sticking out of it. It was definitely a real wound, for I could feel the horrible pain. My blood, though, was black. I gripped the knife with my free hand and quickly slid my damaged hand off of it, cutting flesh like it was a pound of beef. I let out a quiet cry, forcing myself to be quiet. I quickly picked up the knife and sprinted to my room, forcing myself to ignore the jolts of pain in my hand. I bashed my door open with my foot, and low and behold, and mangled girl lay dead on the pull out mattress. Her green eyes had been ripped out and he chest was split open. "Oh my God...n-no... No!" I screamed in anger, slashing out at air. In reality, Christina was on my bed sitting against the wall with wide eyes as I lashed out at nothing, but I didn't know that. I swung my bathroom door open in a rage, losing my footing on the slippery carpet and falling onto my knife. The life slowly began to leave my eyes as I bled out. Christina had run into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, screaming at me in terror with tears running down her face. It was all blurred and her screams sounded like high pitched rumbles.
I laughed, my blue eyes crazed. I coughed up my own blood and it dripped from the side of my mouth down my cheek. "Remember....Christina," I coughed harshly. "It's better this way, if I die now and leave these nightmares to you!"
I awoke with a start to find it was bright outside. I checked my clock. Nine o'clock in the morning. I survived the night. It was another nightmare, another illusion, another piece of my sanity being torn away. I looked over at Christina, making sure she was still alive. Yep. She was. She was on her iPod, most likely on twitter. "Mornin'." she looked up at me. "Will you please kill me?" I puffed, burying my face in my pillow. "Another nightmare?" she asked, shutting of her iPod. "Yeah." I hid my tears in my pillow.
"This time... It was me."
I'm sorry this was kinda on the crazy side....... >.> I hope you liked it though! It might get taken down due to the.... horribleness. o.o FORGIVE ME!!!! D:
Well, without further ado and useless talking that no one will actually read, THE REST OF THE STORY! Enjoy~
It hadn't exactly been the easiest day for me. Lately, I had been experiencing strange illusions and hallucinations. Some were mild and even funny, others had be curled on my bed crying out of sorrow or fear. I had gone to the doctors' about it, my parents had consulted a psychologist, and so many more people who could supposedly 'help' with my new found problem. Today, while I was sitting quietly in math class, I swear I saw a knife fly through my best friend who sat next to me. It was all so real. The blood curdling scream, the silver, bloodstained knife sticking out of her chest, the blood splattering over her body and my face. At that moment, in the dead silent of the actual class. I burst into tears. All eyes were on me. It was so horrible. My teacher looked up from her papers and stared directly at me. Christina, my dear friend, turned to me with wide green eyes. I buried my face in my hands, crying my heart out. She gripped my shoulder tightly and shook me. I had long since told her about my problem. She had no idea what I just experienced, but she tried to help in every way she could. "Maggie!" she called. Her voice seemed to fade away as the darkness began to drip down around me from fake barriers. I guess my closest friends and the teacher had gathered around, for I could feel my body being shook and their countless attempts to console me. The black continued to rain down until I could see no one, or anything for that matter. Random screams began to puncture through my mind, burning holes into my head and filling my ears. Big, salty tears ran down my face like rushing rivers. I covered my ears tightly, trying to make the screams stop. I trembled in my invisible seat. "Maggie..." I heard a soft voice that belonged to Christina. Images of her dying self flashed in front of my eyes. "Maggie." this time it was more clear. I felt a violent shaking on my shoulder. "Maggie!" she screamed. She seemed to pop up in front of me. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Blackness was still concealing everything but me... and her.I looked into her lifeless, glazed over eyes. The knife was still in her chest and a shaking hand reached up and pulled it out slowly. I screamed until my throat was raw at what I saw next. On the end of the knife....was none other than her heart, somehow still beating.
"Hey! Maggils!" I heard my voice being called in reality. "W-what?" I answered, blinking and feeling a small tear riding down my cheek. "You're crying... We're almost to your house by the way!" Christina smiled like nothing of the following day actually happened. "Oh...Yay." I grinned, wiping away my tear. Chrissy was to spend the night tonight, something we hadn't done in about a month thanks to her parents. She pulled her iPod out of her pocket and opened up her notepad and quickly typed something down. She read over it before handing it to me. I read the black manga-like text in my head. "You were thinking about 1st period today weren't you...?" the text said. I shuddered, quickly typing back, "Yes...I can't stop thinking about it. It's the first bad one I've had in awhile." I handed it back to her, my blue eyes looking wet and reflective. I blinked away my forming tears and wiped my eyes quickly, making sure my mom or sister didn't see me crying. She nodded her head at me, deleting the note and sticking her iPod in her blue jean pocket. "TGIF." I suddenly said. Though I had my illusions, or, 'daymares' as I tended to call them, it never kept me from being random. I was still a fun, crazy blonde, and nothing could change that.
They all agreed, especially Chrissy. "Thank Jesus." she literally thanked him. "Mer. I still gotta show you that Memories video!" I suddenly remembered. We take videos all the time of ourselves being random so we'll never forget our friendship or our memories. I merged some parts of each video into one and added a song we found together and it made the perfect mix. She was dying to see it, but she never got the chance since she couldn't spend the night often. We pulled up to my house and ran inside. The first thing we did was go to my room and unload her heaps of things she brought along. I swear she wanted to live with me.
The following night at about 9:30, we switched on my T.V to watch some ghost shows. We loved to do that and surround ourselves with humongous childhood stuffed animals. What? Teenagers can't love stuffed animals?
"Oh my God!" I suddenly screamed, grabbing her shoulders and scaring the heavens out of her. "Maggie you idiot!!! I hate you so much!!" she yelled at me. "I know you love me." I said sarcastically, nudging her arm with my elbow. "Bah." she huffed angrily, but quickly getting over it. She looked around for another bag of chips in our little barricade of animals. Here's what we do:
1. We pull out my second bed from under mine.
2. We get butt loads of food and soft drinks.
3. We surround ourselves with huge stuffed animals. (My life sized wolf for example)
4. We cover up with a blanket up to our faces.
5. We pray we won't die of a heart attack.
6. We eat and drink whenever we feel the need to, no matter how scary the show gets.
7. After finishing our show and growing tired, (Usually occurs at 4:00 in the morning) go to sleep and have nightmares.
And a nightmare I did have. We went to sleep at 3:00, pretty early for us. I woke up at 4 in a cold sweat. I looked in the mirror and noticed my eyes were almost black. As in, you couldn't see anymore dark blue and white streaks in my eyes black. I jumped out of my bed and across hers, trying to land quietly on my toes and not wake her. She was a light sleeper and once she was awake, there was no going back. I quietly opened my bathroom door and stalked inside. I gently glided my hand over the textured wall and tried to find the switch. I felt something that I wished I didn't. I felt rough skin and ragged, knotty hair. I jumped backwards out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, crawling over the now awake Christina into my warm bed. "No... Is this another hallucination?" I asked myself, breathing in a shallow manner. "Mags?" I heard Chrissy yawn in her just-waking-up voice. "Just... go back to sleep." I huffed, trying to hide my eyes from her stare. She quickly sat up and grabbed my long blonde locks, yanking my head sideways to look at her. She caught a glimpse of my black eyes and fell backwards. "Stop! I won't hurt you. There's something in there... I gotta kill it. I just need a... knife." I twitched, my black eyes looking around. I don't know ho they got that way. I felt fine, I swear I didn't have a demon in me. I stood on all fours and fell back on my feet, sliding off my bed and across Chrissy's. "I'll be back." I simply said before running out the door. The pitch black hall was physically dark and I could see nothing except even blacker hands jerking out of the walls and grabbing at me. Another hallucination? I didn't know. I couldn't tell what was real and what was not.
I skid into the kitchen, stumbling in a hasty attempt to get a knife. I froze quickly. I found one. It was sticking up from its holder, now covered with thick, red blood. Or was it red? I took a closer look at my hand with the knife sticking out of it. It was definitely a real wound, for I could feel the horrible pain. My blood, though, was black. I gripped the knife with my free hand and quickly slid my damaged hand off of it, cutting flesh like it was a pound of beef. I let out a quiet cry, forcing myself to be quiet. I quickly picked up the knife and sprinted to my room, forcing myself to ignore the jolts of pain in my hand. I bashed my door open with my foot, and low and behold, and mangled girl lay dead on the pull out mattress. Her green eyes had been ripped out and he chest was split open. "Oh my God...n-no... No!" I screamed in anger, slashing out at air. In reality, Christina was on my bed sitting against the wall with wide eyes as I lashed out at nothing, but I didn't know that. I swung my bathroom door open in a rage, losing my footing on the slippery carpet and falling onto my knife. The life slowly began to leave my eyes as I bled out. Christina had run into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, screaming at me in terror with tears running down her face. It was all blurred and her screams sounded like high pitched rumbles.
I laughed, my blue eyes crazed. I coughed up my own blood and it dripped from the side of my mouth down my cheek. "Remember....Christina," I coughed harshly. "It's better this way, if I die now and leave these nightmares to you!"
I awoke with a start to find it was bright outside. I checked my clock. Nine o'clock in the morning. I survived the night. It was another nightmare, another illusion, another piece of my sanity being torn away. I looked over at Christina, making sure she was still alive. Yep. She was. She was on her iPod, most likely on twitter. "Mornin'." she looked up at me. "Will you please kill me?" I puffed, burying my face in my pillow. "Another nightmare?" she asked, shutting of her iPod. "Yeah." I hid my tears in my pillow.
"This time... It was me."
I'm sorry this was kinda on the crazy side....... >.> I hope you liked it though! It might get taken down due to the.... horribleness. o.o FORGIVE ME!!!! D:
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Stories / One, Two, She's Coming For You...
« on: December 22, 2013, 07:10:25 am »
Very quick, un-detailed story. 
I'll update in the future if asked to! I was in a huge rush!! XD
"One, Two, she's coming for you. Three, Four, she's in the corridor..." the words echoed creepily through the blackness. "She's coming...." a raspy voice from nowhere whispered huskily.
My eyes snapped open when I heard a loud scratch on my closed door. I quickly sat upright with a quiet groan. I rubbed my eyes with my index fingers until my vision was no longer blurry. I seriously didn't want to get up. Being the heavy sleeper I am, I was surprised I woke up from the sound. Even a gunfire can't wake me up, so the sound of a scratch was pretty unnerving. I didn't have a pet to cause the sound, my parents were out of town and my teenage sister was spending the night with her boyfriend. I wasn't necessarily scared at that moment, more along the lines of curious. I was always one for mystery and adventure, so I was almost happy to get up. I huffed and forced myself up, looking at the clock mounted on my sky blue wall. 12:00 exactly. Yay. I slapped my forehead with my hand and held it for a few seconds before dragging it down my face. I yawned and walked clumsily to the door, stumbling every few steps but always landing on my feet.
The soft carpet floor managed to somehow creak under my weight. I was used to it though and began walking towards my door. I navigated through my large, pitch black room and nearly jumped when I hit my door. "Stupid door...why couldn't you be somewhere that's not here?" I mumbled, my head aching slightly. I pressed my hand against the wall and glided it around until I found my switch and flicked it on. I quickly shielded my eyes from the seemingly blinding light and opened my door without any fear. "Is anyone here?" I said woozily. Sometimes I swear I'm high off of tiredness. I'm such an idiot when I wake up. I quickly snapped into reality when I heard glass shatter in the kitchen. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt a hot breath meet my skin. I shivered and slowly turned around, my eyes going wide when nothing was there. I shrugged it off as being my imagination. I'm not the most normal person when I wake up. It was proved when I woke up and threw my pillow at my mirror.
I turned back around and walked down the long dark hall. On the left side there were two door, each spaced out from the other. I walked past rather quickly and looked in the bathroom and then forward. I stopped abruptly and slowly backed up until I was standing in front of the bathroom. I looked inside and let out my breath when nothing was there. I thought I had saw a pair of glowing eyes from the corner of my own, but fortunately was mistaken. I continued to walk down the hall until I reached my large living room. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I could clearly see my entire living room. The loveseat, the couch, the armchair, the girl, the T.V, the- wait... I quickly looked back to where I thought I saw the girl, fear beginning to rise up in me when nothing was there. I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen and didn't know if I should run to my room or see what it was. My heart raced and threatened to jump into my throat. The house became physically dark and I couldn't see a thing except a slight glowing in the corner of the room. I slowly looked the way of the glowing and saw a pale girl with tangled black hair and pitch black holes for eyes. Her mouth was stitched close into a smile and she shot her head up at me. "Oh hell!" I screamed, quickly turning around and running for my life to my room. She hovered behind me, her stitched, smiling face growing scarier by the second. I slammed my door closed and panted deeply, holding my door closed as she began scratching insanely at it. It soon stopped and I paused before letting out my breath. I quickly turned around and let out a scream, for the girl was standing face to face in front of me, not even five inches away, staring me in the eye with that scary smile.
"And where do you think you're going?" was her icy question.
I'll update in the future if asked to! I was in a huge rush!! XD"One, Two, she's coming for you. Three, Four, she's in the corridor..." the words echoed creepily through the blackness. "She's coming...." a raspy voice from nowhere whispered huskily.
My eyes snapped open when I heard a loud scratch on my closed door. I quickly sat upright with a quiet groan. I rubbed my eyes with my index fingers until my vision was no longer blurry. I seriously didn't want to get up. Being the heavy sleeper I am, I was surprised I woke up from the sound. Even a gunfire can't wake me up, so the sound of a scratch was pretty unnerving. I didn't have a pet to cause the sound, my parents were out of town and my teenage sister was spending the night with her boyfriend. I wasn't necessarily scared at that moment, more along the lines of curious. I was always one for mystery and adventure, so I was almost happy to get up. I huffed and forced myself up, looking at the clock mounted on my sky blue wall. 12:00 exactly. Yay. I slapped my forehead with my hand and held it for a few seconds before dragging it down my face. I yawned and walked clumsily to the door, stumbling every few steps but always landing on my feet.
The soft carpet floor managed to somehow creak under my weight. I was used to it though and began walking towards my door. I navigated through my large, pitch black room and nearly jumped when I hit my door. "Stupid door...why couldn't you be somewhere that's not here?" I mumbled, my head aching slightly. I pressed my hand against the wall and glided it around until I found my switch and flicked it on. I quickly shielded my eyes from the seemingly blinding light and opened my door without any fear. "Is anyone here?" I said woozily. Sometimes I swear I'm high off of tiredness. I'm such an idiot when I wake up. I quickly snapped into reality when I heard glass shatter in the kitchen. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt a hot breath meet my skin. I shivered and slowly turned around, my eyes going wide when nothing was there. I shrugged it off as being my imagination. I'm not the most normal person when I wake up. It was proved when I woke up and threw my pillow at my mirror.
I turned back around and walked down the long dark hall. On the left side there were two door, each spaced out from the other. I walked past rather quickly and looked in the bathroom and then forward. I stopped abruptly and slowly backed up until I was standing in front of the bathroom. I looked inside and let out my breath when nothing was there. I thought I had saw a pair of glowing eyes from the corner of my own, but fortunately was mistaken. I continued to walk down the hall until I reached my large living room. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I could clearly see my entire living room. The loveseat, the couch, the armchair, the girl, the T.V, the- wait... I quickly looked back to where I thought I saw the girl, fear beginning to rise up in me when nothing was there. I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen and didn't know if I should run to my room or see what it was. My heart raced and threatened to jump into my throat. The house became physically dark and I couldn't see a thing except a slight glowing in the corner of the room. I slowly looked the way of the glowing and saw a pale girl with tangled black hair and pitch black holes for eyes. Her mouth was stitched close into a smile and she shot her head up at me. "Oh hell!" I screamed, quickly turning around and running for my life to my room. She hovered behind me, her stitched, smiling face growing scarier by the second. I slammed my door closed and panted deeply, holding my door closed as she began scratching insanely at it. It soon stopped and I paused before letting out my breath. I quickly turned around and let out a scream, for the girl was standing face to face in front of me, not even five inches away, staring me in the eye with that scary smile.
"And where do you think you're going?" was her icy question.
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Poems / A Light In The Darkness
« on: December 15, 2013, 05:44:21 pm »Who You're Meant To Be - A Light In The Darkness
When you're in the dark,
It's hard to find your way.
You don't want to keep going,
Because you'd rather stay.
Alone becomes your friend,
And the sadness is raging within.
Idle in the dark you sit,
Alone in Sorrow and Pain.
Feeling as though,
You are alone,
In some horrible endless rain.
The shame is unbearable,
The burdens imperishable,
The sadness is deathly,
The anger is deafening.
But when a friend comes and saves you from the dark,
You feel like you're in a flood and have been lifted to the Ark.
Over-joyed, happy, carefree!
Your feelings are as endless as the sea.
That's why we all need a friend,
To help us through every twist and bend,
And make us understand and see,
That we were indeed, So Meant To Be.
Friends are a highlight in life,
Having no friends is such a trife.
Without friends, what would the world be?
A hunk of rock, with not even a tree?
Consider a close friend a blessing from God,
As they will be a rock,
On which you can always trod.
They make us feel all happy inside,
Make us feel that in them we can abide.
We have not been given a spirit of Sorrow,
But a spirit of friendliness and strongness.
We need to understand and believe,
That with God and good friends,
Is where we were Meant To Be.
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