|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Ultimate PassageHeaven isn’t a place. It’s a state of being.
I’ve often thought that my soul was liberated when my body finally gave out- that the final beat of my heart wasn’t actually a beat at all. It was a release- a massive deluge that was neither hurried nor slow. My skin suddenly seemed like a cage where flesh and bone were lock and key- my pulse a fickle drum.
I no longer had eyes and yet I could see…everything. The raging fires of the sun, the inky depths of any ocean- the earth became a tiny spinning rock amongst legions of stars and sky. The entire universe was laid at my feet like a pool of water- crystal clear and rippling. It should have been overwhelming, it should have been too much for me to bear but it wasn’t. There was only a sense of peace, of rightness, surging and swelling within me.
Heaven is an atmosphere of felicity, an eternal glory that's completely transparent in its joy.
For a moment I thoug
A minha Creepypasta - My creepypasta
Quando ela nasceu, tinha orelhas e cauda de gato.
Os pais olhavam-na com desdém e desprezo.
Viam-na como uma aberração. Por isso inventaram uma desculpa e abandonaram a criança no hospital. No dia seguinte, um grupo de cientistas que tinham ouvido o "rumor" foram buscá-la, contra a vontade dos médicos.
Até aos 7 anos foi submetida a testes, para testar a resistência, a velocidade e a força. Num dos testes, ela era amarrada ás paredes com correntes e lançavam-lhe bolas de canhão. Pobre criança...
Mas um dia, á noite, ela conseguiu escapar da sua "jaula". Passeava nos corredores pacíficamente como se n fosse nada com ela. Matou os
Down the StairsDown the Stairs
I was half awake, Martin led in front as we raced down a dusty corridor, spotting an out of service sign on the elevator at the end of the hall “Come on, we’ll take the stairs,” he said. The lamps flickered as we moved down the dusty flight of steps, they creaked with every step, the decent was hypnotizing. Above we heard a subtle-
DING-I heard a gruff voice, and squinted to see a man in a purple jump suit, his perspired face looked to my friends as he said “I thought it was out of order…”
“Fixing an elevator is not beyond their methods Jeff …” Martin said solemnly and the purple guy set the chair down quickly and began to go into a frenzy “Screw it…” he searched within his purple sock, bringing out what was a small pistol. I motioned them to lay flat against the wall, as dark figures moved along the steps. I caught one leaping between flights. BLAM-BLAM-a bullet flew towards one of them mi
Beyond - IntroductionMy name is Jodie Acosta, I am in the 1st year of high school. I have been experiencing things that not many human beings have experienced. Things like, seeing yourself sleep while you're dreaming, talk to dead family members in your dreams, memories flood into your mind just by a simple dream.
I am 13 years old, ever since I was 5...I would feel and see 'strange' things. My life is a bit complicated sometimes, especially nowadays...since 3 loved ones recently passed away and I lost a friend because I said some joke, and she took it seriously.
Sometimes at night, I hear voices...whispers...lost souls telling me to get out of bed, go into the living room and wait...but for what? I never really did that, since I am afraid of the dark...afraid of the shadows...
Greasing the GreasersGreasing the Greasers
“Two on the left, one on the right,” I echoed and heard
“I got two shots left …” Jeff sighed, closing the gun and eyeing to Merlin. The bowl of nuts where in his hands; I did not know how to broach the subject “Merlin, those are stale, mate,”
“Wan ‘some…” he shook the bowl; they did not look particularly appealing to me or Jeff.
“Are you guy’s ready.” I said; changing the subject. Jeff shrugged took a handful of what was in the bowl and let it spill out of his hands. “I’d rather eat these…” he popped a few in his mouth. Together, the two rose, Merlin showed them his hand –SHICKOW-and a shock wave sent the dark men on the left to the corner of the room, Jeff appeared late but beside him, shooting under hand-BLAM-, the bullet hit the goon in the shoulder, and he tripped after stepping on his own coat before flailing on the ground
The EncounterA bitter wind bites in my skin and I pull my hoodie tighter around myself and put my head down to shield my face. Looking straight at the ground as I walk I think to myself how stupid of an idea it was for me to come outside on such a chill night. Around me branches and leaves are swaying from the wind and I cannot help but get the feeling like the forest does not want me in it. Smiling as I feel the backpack that I am wearing digs into my shoulders from the weight of what is inside of it. Lifting my head up I can see that I have wandered into a clearing and I stop hear and set the pack on the ground and open it. Reaching my hand in I pull out red and black candles and charms. I stand as I grab them and et about walking around and placing the candles around me and pile the charms in the center of the candles. Going back to the bag I pull out a new machete with a serrated edge and a wicked sharp edge. Gripping it in my left hand I open my right one and lower the serrated edge into it an
Upon the Veil chap. 1-4It rained for days.
For what seemed like forever the showers form the skies hailed upon the earth in constant and ever heavy welts, enough for the busy rhythm of the city streets into slow down to a ghastly and somber motion. Providing no means to a break to the foul weather, the stores and shops that flanked the roads of the city still remained in business. However that dismal sense of peace would change, as when the sky became grey with the light of the sun, so came to life the iron toll of the bells. The bells rung with a deep and haunting melody, secretly driving any one's attention to the church across the river. It Gothic height of towering devotion seemed to break the gray and white of the sky, with its black, marring horizon. With the chime of the bell further deepening the mood, the slowed traffic of the city's motion, seemed to slow down into a deathly stupor. However, within the blackened marble of its catholic origins, the atmosphere was void, say for the feeling of death s
In the momentIn the moment
I was carried away, taken up within the chair to the dining room, and placed before the plate. My fingers stretched towards the knife barely in reach, quickly tipping it into my hand and running it against the ropes. A more portly goon walked in, grasping a handbag of sorts and placing it on the table, he was humming something cheerily. One of the bastards grabbed open my mouth and held out my tongue towards the ravenous butcher. The clinging and clanging of small knives and utensils drowned out the friction between the blade and the ropes. As the goons held onto my arms, the executioner rolled out some tools, all more gruesome then the last, but in my surprise I felt the rope snap. My eyes looked down to my wrist and then up to the guard. I brought my arm up and knocked the greaser off me, and as the lad behind me gripped and held my head straight, the knife sang and then was set on its trail into the man behind me exposed chaff. I heard a scream of pain and couldn&
The Car segment**
In the Car
I was above the city, flying over the sandy beaches; over the tall buildings peepingin through the windows to look at the people inside. I was feeling that I might lift even higher before he car lurched and I landed back into my seat; we were in a blood red convertible Mustang straight from the 50’s, old radio playing old tunes and everything. He had given me something to calm me down, at least that’s what he said, I was perfectly fine, I wasn’t well but I was fine. I was better then him, at least I wasn’t sweating and glass eyed, hunched over the wheel like a maniac. I held my hands out to the cool air, as the city lights played with my mind, “Brandon…” I heard my friend call “Brandon…” I opened my eyes “About time…” he smiled, his white hair flapping in the wind.
“Jesus,” a bark of laughter escaped me and I drummed the dashboard in pure excitement “What was in that thing y
A New BeginningOne morning ,in the beginning of march, I was on a walk in the forest. Suddenly I heard the cry of a Pokémon! Shaaaay!yelled the Pokémon. I ran toward the sound. I found myself it a flower patch watching a Shaymin and her egg being attacked by a Starly!
Leave that Shaymin alone.I said Go Ace.(Ace is my piplup)
Ace use bubblebeam!
Piplupluplup! The starly got hit and flew away.
Thank you for saving me. said the Shaymin telepathically.
no problem .
Ace nods his head. pip.
Please take my egg and care for it. The Shaymin sounded sick.
Whats wrong Shaymin.I said, worried.
Im afraid my time here is almost over
I held the tiny green egg in my hands.
Good bye. she says. She lays her head down and closes her eyes. Ace tries to wake her up.
pipluppip!he shakes he f
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More