Canines and Inactivity + FeatureAlso, you may notice I'm not around for all of you so much anymore. For a while now I've lost a lot of interest in Deviantart. So yeah, sorry.
Feature
I've never featured anyone before, but frankly ~universe-of-doodles deserves way more attention than she gets. Not only is she pleasant and receptive to talk to, but her art has improved in leaps in bounds in only a small frame of time.
Check out her gallery, and you might get lost in the crisp and polished look of many of her digital paints. Realism ahoy! She also dabbles in photography and other genres, and is well worth a look. I'm consistently amazed by the dedication she has for her art. Something I should learn from, haha.
Distracted
HA! I BITE YOU!
YOU'VE BEEN BITTEN!
Spread the virus around!
RULES:
1- You can bite the person who bit you!
2- You -MUST- bite 6 other people, at least!
3- You should bite them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random bites are perfectly okay! (and scary)
5- You should most definitely get started right away!
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am one (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!) If You Get 7 Back You Are Powerful creature!
1-3: you're a ghoul
4-6: you're a were-cat
7-9: you're a were-wolf
10-& Up: you're a vampire
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Pesimist: The glass is Half Empty
Optimist: The glass is Half Full
A.D.D Child (Me): Hey! Who took a drink from my glass!?
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thinking dirty, dirty things.
Pac-Man! English Period 3
4/3/09
Pulsing beats scraped the inside of her head, resounding through the maze of storage crates. The being was not far behind her, she could hear its footsteps clacking against icy pavement. The woman turned, instinctively spitting a strand of long auburn hair out of her mouth as she felt the muscles in her legs burn and propel her beyond the dark wall of wood and the latest computer software from Apple. Her lungs were swollen and the breath escaped in small, ragged, huffs of warm air. Another left, left, right, left, DUCK, right, right, left…The female weaved through the barriers, pausing only to look back behind her, wide-eyed and overheating. The clatter of large boots against the solid, concrete floor rose from behind here steadily, echoing themselves as they continued their pursuit of the young woman. The figure chasing her did not falter; pants could be faintly heard against the woolen ski mask covering its face as it seethed from underneath its disguise. The anonymous creature stomped on the ground with each stride, as if trying to destroy the very ground it walked on in pure rage. She could hear it approaching faster, the ominous feeling of another thing right behind her.
A metallic object scraped against the ground, whining like a pair of nails against a screechy chalkboard. The blood running through her veins felt poisonous with dread, she could feel the cold sweat moist on her back, the sensation of rushing air prickling the hairs on her body. Shadows flickered in the darkness, undetected and flighty. That was when she felt the soft touch of a gloved hand brush her shoulder before shooting forward and grabbing her shoulder. Her internal beat faltered and the blood stopped pumping through her for a split second. Breath-hitched and the woman tripped, landing on the edgy surface of the ground below, the burning feeling of skin chaffing against concrete seared through her knees and palms. Frozen on the ground, she gathered the courage to look up at her attacker, eyes wide and lips trembling. The dark figure stood poised for a brief second, a large, wide blade held in the air, winding back for the impending blow. A maniacal grin spread beneath the ski mask of the anonymous human’s face, hands twisted anxiously around the smooth wooden handle anxiously as it opened its’ smiling, nearly-malformed face letting a raspy breath out against the woolen mask.
Two brief seconds later, the cleaver made contact with flesh, and the sound of it being squished and ripped around filled the air. The woman’s face formed into a grimace and released a hoarse, high-pitched scream that faded into which divided into small pants. The knife came down again and again, penetrating her soft organs and rending them into horrid masses of swollen meat. The rising wail escalated into shrieking blather, pleading first, then insulting before releasing into unintelligible, animalistic noises. A muffled giggle grew beneath the fabric of the ski mask, while the metal cut to the bone, severing veins and bruising her insides. The blunt force of the heavy weapon thwacking downward caused a wave of blood to spurt out, spattering over the sleek pictures of the newest computer from Apple, nestled inside their snug crate. The red liquid seeped into the clothing of the two, creating a wet, warm, sticky surface anywhere it landed. The cries of the woman stopped, as the screeching laugh of the murderer escalated. When all that was left of the broken, beaten, woman was in pieces, the person stepped back to catch its breath. The chuckling of the killer subsided and the weapon fell with a clatter to the cold ground, sending miniscule droplets of red onto a portion of half-stained floor.
The clock ticked in the kitchen of an urban home miles away. As the child sitting in a wooden chair rocked her small legs back and forth anxiously with each sound. She stood up, peering into the carpeted hallway before her, grasping her plush animal tightly. “Daddy?” she called out. When no response came, she took a few cautious steps forward, her delicate feet sinking into the soft carpet ever so slightly. “Daddy…?” she dared again. No answer. She crept further, entering a warm, dark room and standing still. “…Euuugh…? Emily..? Sweetie what are you doing up this late..?” The child’s eyes lit up and worry struck across her face. “Mommy still isn’t home!” The male grudgingly shifted from underneath the covers to a sitting position. “Mommy comes home late honey… She’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” The man paused…Watching the disdain on the youngster’s face grow. “Mommy is never this late!” Silence grew between the two for a brief moment. Just as the quiet was reaching uncomfortable levels, the tired father let out a ragged breath. “Just go to bed Emily, Mommy is fine.” And with that, the little girl headed off to bed.
Emily was fast asleep by the time the first rays of sunlight peeked through the dusty blinds. It slowly crept up her legs, her torso, until it reached her face.
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早く 見つけ て 見つけて ここ に いる から...
Come to the dark side!!![link] WE HAVE COOKIES!!!
AND I DRANK THE HOT BUTTER
LIKE A HORSE LIKE IN PAIN
SHE HAD BASKETBALL FINGERS
ASHTRAY PUPILS
lul
Enjoy
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