DarkRose182

  These are the people who we share interest with. Who we can go to when we hit the wall. When we need a connection to the outside world. When we need someone to confide in… And they confide in us. Who doesn’t judge you on past mistakes, and will allow you to grow. These people are important to us, they make impacts on our lives… as we do theirs. They’re our friends…            From the beginning of our life, to the first day of school and beyond, we wanted to be accepted. Not just by our family or teachers… but by our peers. The ones we encounter on a daily basis as we go through life. Taking that

An alphabet story was today's objective. Being the only other thing left, due to the passing silence... Coffee in hand, I took out my pad of paper and wrote the first sentence. During which began the long struggle of imagining words for the remaining letters. Eyes squinting in concentration, my brain worked over time to think of a connecting sentence beginning with "B". For a while, nothing surfaced... only miscellaneous words that made my brain want to explode. Glaring at the paper for untold minutes, rage began to fill my very being. Having only one piece of paper left... I could not rip it to shreds out of anger, so I began to stab it

January 28, 2013 . . . . . . . . . . . . . It was never given who said the quote, though... it is one that I follow. "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." Speaking a simple truth; we can never truly find ourselves... We can only create who we want to be in life. Gaining inspiration from the ones surrounding us, or from the inner confines of our minds. Even from stories written by others or artwork that speaks to you, each can build up who we want to be, creating who we are. One must create to be found...

Introduction I was once tortured, burning in the depths of a place known to all, as Hell. The roaring flames that consumed many lives, the moaning and groaning coming from the several levels of this crimson flame land, and I could see all of it… from my spot on the broken Roman designed pillar that towered over the valley of flames and despair. Over the years, times have taken their toll on the domain of the fallen one. Fewer souls have entered this place and have traveled to the night-light above, known as Heaven. I have dreamed of that place, the crashing waves of clouds and water, the friends that once walked this barren wasteland t

God's Chosen Saviors, Beginning . . . . . . . . . . . . As the man came forth from the shadows of the cave, he appeared to be the same age as Yukio. He was about 6 foot 1, shaded blonde locks going a little past his shoulders, light tan skin, and bright emerald eyes. He was wearing an outfit that a thief would normally wear, a professional one at best. It was dark navy with a shaded crimson sash around the middle… it was almost like a kimono, but the bottom section of the outfit was more fanned out and restrained. There was also a light brown and white hawk on his shoulder, glaring at the growling wolf pup that was now in my arms. The

  Chapter 3 It was dark when they entered the theatre… No light to guide them as they walked, only NightVis and her goggles were leading them through the darkness. Only when the lights dimly flashed on, were they able to see their surroundings. The walls around them were peeling, ripped from the foundation and hanging, being picked up by the faint breeze. The stench of pee and feet emanated from their surroundings. The glass scattered on the floor creating a sparkling path came from the door that swung open as they entered another connecting hallway. They walked for a while, without speaking to each other… only when Hatty viole

That’s it Game Over … Wanna try again?            Yes or No … Yes… :~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~: The sound emitting from the machine informed me that my heart was still beating, fluids racing through me to keep everything stable. My body began to move as consciousness returned, limbs protesting with every movement… Sky eyes struggling to open, trying to take everything in… but the pain kept that from happening. Yet… my ears were able to pick up a familiar voice. “Axel?” The voice was soft, calming me to the point where the pain was bearable, allowing my eyes to slowly open. Staring at

Psychoanalysis “Death is not a hunter unbeknownst to its prey…” These words haunted Jim since he began his new job at the local asylum. Day in and day out for the past fortnight, Jim was taunted ceaselessly by the residents. Some had thrown things at him, aiming for the skull, others would question him about life… but some were different. Such was the case with inmate 94267, Carl Zanini. He had only been there for a week, considered to be the most violent one at the asylum… yet he was serene in everything he did. This serenity compelled so many of his fellow patients to talk to him. Several guards would do th

Dark Dreams . . . . . . . . . . When the knock on the door reached Anko's ears, only her spine reacted with sending shivers through her, with what she experienced and went through over the past few days... she wasn't getting any less paranoid... but, she knew she had to answer the blasted door. The last time she did not answer... the door was kicked down by some agitated Anbu group, What a day that was. She released a sigh, and strolled over to the door... peering into the small mirror that revealed the ones outside. It had appeared to be Tsunade with Izumo and Kotetsu, along with Sasuke and Kabuto. She sighed in pure relief and opened the do

The stairwell was desolate, accompanied by the spirits that Valerie had said that haunted her house. Always roaming up and down the stairs, some sitting on the steps as people walked into the foyer. Blair had not seen ghost before, yet nevertheless she believed in them. Things have been weird in her own home after her father had died. Pictures would be moved, chairs would be moved, and even the music on her iPod would be changed. She guessed it was his way of communicating with her, to let her know that he was still around. She allowed herself to smile, though the low creaking and the sound of footsteps brought her back to reality. She was so