Gabriel stood at the edge of the tree line, contemplating his chosen prey. The other vampires he'd spoken to had made the hunter out to be a competent threat. No vampire ever came back from the forest, but they all knew he was there. It was a challenge enticed from the first frightened whisper.
The whole lot of them deserved to die. Cowering in the relative protection of the gas lit city, they spouted brave words while the stink of fear lingered beneath their false bravado. He would return soon enough to finish them off, but for now, he refocused his attention on
Here I am, lost in the folds of eternity, longing for the next second to tick by. I thought nothing of the last one, but now in time's absence, I miss the tedious echo.
I can see you there, just beyond my reach, teasing along my fingertips like wisps of smoke. I'm trapped in the distance, aching to reach out to you, but unable to find my voice.
There was a time I could breathe in and you would exhale the same breath. My thoughts were your words, and you voiced them with such melody that I wept at the sound. The world you gave me surpassed the limits of imagination.
I knew
Cold blue-grey eyes watched her intently as she scrambled back against the wall. They never left her, coaxing her terrified whimpers from her blood stained lips. Horrified, she trailed her fingers over her mouth, her body trembling with knowledge her fear rendered her unable to understand.
"What are you?" came the scared question that she refused to acknowledge the answer to.
"You know exactly what I am, dear Mika. Your own personal demon."
Cade pushed off the wall, sending her falling over the debris left in her way. Her eyes were filled with unbridled terror as he came closer, her mouth working but no sound escaping them. His approa
Dear Khorben,
Twenty years have passed since I left you to Steven and his hatred. Your eyes burn into me even now and I have found that I cannot forget them; I have given up trying. I hated you for so long, pushed against your will, trying to get free… and now that freedom is something I can no longer bear. I cannot travel back in time, undo the wrongs I have committed against you. I am doomed to walk forever in the solitude I have cursed myself with, a solitude I would readily trade for a chance, just one chance... yet even I do not know what it is I am wishing for. There is no one to share my painful guilt, no one with which I can be
Sarah's upper lip curled in disgust as the new mail icon flashed on her computer screen. It was undoubtedly another sugared up email from one of her plastic smiling 'friends', but still she double-clicked.
She sighed. One day she'd listen to the inner voice and leave it alone. Just reading the words made the knot tighten in her stomach.
"Lets do lunch Wednesday"
"FW: [Fwd: Fwd: FW: Tsunami survivor.....Baby Hippo]"
"Fall 2005 edition of getting to know your friends!"
Once again she wished there was an opt-out or unsubscribe feature from such social frivolities.
Sarah pushed away from the desk. Thankfully, there were places to be and
Just go.
The words were like acid on her tongue. Keeping her eyes on the window, she was glad she had her back turned. Her stare was not focused on the lawn outside, nor was it on her reflection. The imperfections in the glass only served as a physical point to rest her eyes upon; her entire being was held tense in the presence across the room who would not obey her demand.
For so long, she held on to the hope that her feelings would return, but they had not. Her infinite patience was lost and she longed to be free.
She refused to turn and look at him. Each touch was shrugged away with annoyance until he gave up trying.
But still he
The world ended today. I watched it happen in horrific detail, every movement was a sluggish parody of the world I once existed in. I tried to stop it, but nothing I did made any difference. Fate was pitiless and imprinted its vengeance on my very soul, collecting on some debt I never knew I owed.
I screamed, I cried, I stared in disbelief as all I loved was destroyed before my eyes. Tears blurred my eyes as I hatefully tried to force them away, wanting to see despite the way it crippled me.
Then suddenly time rushed back to me to drown me in its malicious detail. My traitorous emotions fled, abandoning me to the horrors my senses woul
He was everything she'd ever wanted.
She could not help but think that every time she looked at him. Even now, the way he strummed the strings of the guitar, a familiar tune that never would get much recognition on the radio. He sang out the lyrics to the song, his voice not used to something quite so gentle, but still he tried. He avoided her gaze, but he knew the tears that filled her eyes. Here in the solitude of his room, they were alone in the universe, with no masks to put on to the world, just him and her.
His hair would fall into his face when he'd play, his head bent to watch his fingers pick out the right chords on the guitar.
I stood there, watching the crowd around me, wondering what it was that I once loved about this life. The thrill of the hunt no longer excited me. I hadn't tasted blood in centuries. The thrill of immortality was gone. I had existed for too many years and soon I would start to die. But that did not matter, because the time had come and I was ready for it.
But the moment I saw her, I felt as if a breath of life once again possessed my body. An uncontrollable lust that I had long since forgotten enveloped me, snaked around and captured every cell in my body. As I stood there watching her tease and trap her prey, I forcibly held myself b
Here I am, lost in the folds of eternity, longing for the next second to tick by. I thought nothing of the last one, but now in time's absence, I miss the tedious echo.
I can see you there, just beyond my reach, teasing along my fingertips like wisps of smoke. I'm trapped in the distance, aching to reach out to you, but unable to find my voice.
There was a time I could breathe in and you would exhale the same breath. My thoughts were your words, and you voiced them with such melody that I wept at the sound. The world you gave me surpassed the limits of imagination.
I knew
Gabriel stood at the edge of the tree line, contemplating his chosen prey. The other vampires he'd spoken to had made the hunter out to be a competent threat. No vampire ever came back from the forest, but they all knew he was there. It was a challenge enticed from the first frightened whisper.
The whole lot of them deserved to die. Cowering in the relative protection of the gas lit city, they spouted brave words while the stink of fear lingered beneath their false bravado. He would return soon enough to finish them off, but for now, he refocused his attention on
Cold blue-grey eyes watched her intently as she scrambled back against the wall. They never left her, coaxing her terrified whimpers from her blood stained lips. Horrified, she trailed her fingers over her mouth, her body trembling with knowledge her fear rendered her unable to understand.
"What are you?" came the scared question that she refused to acknowledge the answer to.
"You know exactly what I am, dear Mika. Your own personal demon."
Cade pushed off the wall, sending her falling over the debris left in her way. Her eyes were filled with unbridled terror as he came closer, her mouth working but no sound escaping them. His approa
Dear Khorben,
Twenty years have passed since I left you to Steven and his hatred. Your eyes burn into me even now and I have found that I cannot forget them; I have given up trying. I hated you for so long, pushed against your will, trying to get free… and now that freedom is something I can no longer bear. I cannot travel back in time, undo the wrongs I have committed against you. I am doomed to walk forever in the solitude I have cursed myself with, a solitude I would readily trade for a chance, just one chance... yet even I do not know what it is I am wishing for. There is no one to share my painful guilt, no one with which I can be
Sarah's upper lip curled in disgust as the new mail icon flashed on her computer screen. It was undoubtedly another sugared up email from one of her plastic smiling 'friends', but still she double-clicked.
She sighed. One day she'd listen to the inner voice and leave it alone. Just reading the words made the knot tighten in her stomach.
"Lets do lunch Wednesday"
"FW: [Fwd: Fwd: FW: Tsunami survivor.....Baby Hippo]"
"Fall 2005 edition of getting to know your friends!"
Once again she wished there was an opt-out or unsubscribe feature from such social frivolities.
Sarah pushed away from the desk. Thankfully, there were places to be and
Just go.
The words were like acid on her tongue. Keeping her eyes on the window, she was glad she had her back turned. Her stare was not focused on the lawn outside, nor was it on her reflection. The imperfections in the glass only served as a physical point to rest her eyes upon; her entire being was held tense in the presence across the room who would not obey her demand.
For so long, she held on to the hope that her feelings would return, but they had not. Her infinite patience was lost and she longed to be free.
She refused to turn and look at him. Each touch was shrugged away with annoyance until he gave up trying.
But still he
The world ended today. I watched it happen in horrific detail, every movement was a sluggish parody of the world I once existed in. I tried to stop it, but nothing I did made any difference. Fate was pitiless and imprinted its vengeance on my very soul, collecting on some debt I never knew I owed.
I screamed, I cried, I stared in disbelief as all I loved was destroyed before my eyes. Tears blurred my eyes as I hatefully tried to force them away, wanting to see despite the way it crippled me.
Then suddenly time rushed back to me to drown me in its malicious detail. My traitorous emotions fled, abandoning me to the horrors my senses woul
He was everything she'd ever wanted.
She could not help but think that every time she looked at him. Even now, the way he strummed the strings of the guitar, a familiar tune that never would get much recognition on the radio. He sang out the lyrics to the song, his voice not used to something quite so gentle, but still he tried. He avoided her gaze, but he knew the tears that filled her eyes. Here in the solitude of his room, they were alone in the universe, with no masks to put on to the world, just him and her.
His hair would fall into his face when he'd play, his head bent to watch his fingers pick out the right chords on the guitar.
I stood there, watching the crowd around me, wondering what it was that I once loved about this life. The thrill of the hunt no longer excited me. I hadn't tasted blood in centuries. The thrill of immortality was gone. I had existed for too many years and soon I would start to die. But that did not matter, because the time had come and I was ready for it.
But the moment I saw her, I felt as if a breath of life once again possessed my body. An uncontrollable lust that I had long since forgotten enveloped me, snaked around and captured every cell in my body. As I stood there watching her tease and trap her prey, I forcibly held myself b
When I first found him, he had nowhere to go. Homeless and living near the beachfront, my first intention was to kill him to satiate my thirst and put him out of his misery. I watched him from a distance all that night, wondering what kept holding me back. When he fell asleep beneath the pier early in the morning, I remained nearby, watching and contemplating him. He was beautiful, seemingly etched by angels as he lay in the sand. Brown hair bleached blonde by the sun lay in waves around his face, the blue-green extravagance of his eyes hidden by his soft eyelashes. Not much more than I had been when I lost the sunlight forever, his inn
A breath of life... pt. II by sanguinarii, literature
Literature
A breath of life... pt. II
And so, wanting to give him more than he had ever had, we moved to the summer home of a lawyer who was easily convinced to desert it. The beautiful villa overlooked the ocean on a isolated stretch of the beach, far from where I’d found him. He seemed so much like a child; his eyes were filled with wonder, surprise and excitement as he explored the place from top to bottom, never questioning or hating me for not telling him about it before. I spoiled him with every resource I could provide, yet the more I tried to push him away, the closer we grew. We played together in the moonlight, splashin
He woke up back in his room the next afternoon, unsure of what had happened, or where I was. I was so disappointed that I'd allowed the moment to get the best of me, yet that very evening, he found me again, his eyes searching for something more in my own. He could not understand my hesitation, yet he proclaimed that he could be as patient as he needed to be to gain my trust. Again, the look in his eyes and the words from his lips were incredibly painful - for I did trust him. I would have been nuts to think I didn't. Why else would I have revealed my true nature to him and then remained around if I didn't? I didn't trust myself. I cou
The next afternoon, he laid on the deck, shielding himself from the sun. As time went on, more and more, he shied away from daytime activities, choosing instead to stay awake all night for whatever time he could spend with me.
One night, I awoke to find him sitting on the deck, the remnants of the mug of hot cocoa in his hands. I watched him for a moment, noticing he was intrigued by the warmth that spread to his own hands. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he stared down into the mug. A few moments later, a soft smile graced his lips and he blushed. He kept his eyes downward for only a second more before looking up a
I did what I could to prolong the inevitable, but every night I was with him, I found it harder and harder to pull away. He did not object to the small marks and bruises I left in various places on his body, in fact he would trace his fingers over them from time to time, a soft smile gracing his lips. I'd never tried to hide the fact that I found him exquisite - yet as time moved on, he learned to use it playfully against me, drawing me closer to him every single time. In the back of my mind I knew I was losing precious time with him, yet I could not deny my desires any longer. I laid awake for several days watching him sleep, tenderly ru
In 2013, Hugh Howey’s debut novel Wool hit the bestseller lists, was garnering attention from filmmakers, and had catapulted him onto the couches of more than one talkshow. He'd initially published the book independently as a short story, began to pull a large audience, and turned it into a full length indie novel. Simon & Schuster took notice, made him an offer, and the rest is history. As a result, Howey has been touted as a marketing genius and a savvy negotiator in the wicked world of Big Pub. When asked how he pulled it off, however, he said (and I paraphrase because I’m too lazy to track down the original article): I won
Gabriel stood at the edge of the tree line, contemplating his chosen prey. The other vampires he'd spoken to had made the hunter out to be a competent threat. No vampire ever came back from the forest, but they all knew he was there. It was a challenge enticed from the first frightened whisper.
The whole lot of them deserved to die. Cowering in the relative protection of the gas lit city, they spouted brave words while the stink of fear lingered beneath their false bravado. He would return soon enough to finish them off, but for now, he refocused his attention on
I never thought that looking at art would un-inspire me. It all began with the bright idea of whittling down my inbox here. I mass-deleted all the journals/polls in frustration, and began speeding through 6k+ deviations with a frantic delete-or-save-for-later mindset. Now, 3k+ deviations later, I'm sitting here questioning why I did it. Have I changed so much that the things that once inspired me are no longer interesting? Or has the quality of art gone down? ~OR~ Am I simply exhausted and just need to take a break?
I think it's a combination of all three. So, break time for me. I don't want my budding disillusion to affect my apprec
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