NahZomg! Hello everyone on Deviantart! I am slowly drifting around this place, having a squiz at all your stuff. Lol, a random lady at the bed store the other day said "squiz" like 5 times in each sentence.
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Untitled ProseRasheana traveled through the dark woods. Old, wizened trees that had the look of one that has endured an age of the earth were dotted along either side of the path running along the well-trodden earth. There was no sense of time of day in these woods, as the thick canopy of dark emerald leaves blanketed the sleepy undergrowth from the sky.Untitled Prose
Rasheana moved along with a hurried pace; an ideal of urgency or fear in her gait. Often she glanced, wide-eyed, behind her looking for any sign of pursuers on the winding track. She had been walking briskly for more than a mile and had not once shaken the feeling of uneasiness.
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by ~Puma-24
Terror.:Terror:.Terror
Cold, hard beads of sweat Tickle your back in a sickly net. Knives, like ice but so much more, Boil your gut – hit the floor.
Cold, hard needles on your neck What hope for a nervous wreck? Adrenalin rush, Toxic ecstasy. Cheeks flush, Don’t let it feel you.
Blood thinning, (spills out faster) Heart is pumping (encased in plaster) You feel it running through your veins, Soon none will be the same. Beat Beat Beat Beat Spill Spill Spill Spill Maniac Thrill. Dead
by ~Puma-24
BeachI guess it’s been three months since I started my daily walks across the beach. I don’t know what it is about this long stretch of sand, but it seems to clear my mind of the day’s issues and relaxes me. I feel the sand move and shift in between my toes and it almost has a therapeutic feel. Some people pay good money to sit down and get a foot massage, but I reckon that’s just for lazy gits who should be exercising more. The world is full of lazy people I think. It’s weird how the people who once were – our ancestors running around killing elephants – to a now couch potato type state where we even have had to invent remote controls to preventBeach
by ~Puma-24
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Devastationby ~morgu3
TormentedTormentedTormented
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The open sky brushes the silhouettes of twisted trees, tormented in endless agony, tormented for no reason at all, tormented...
White fire and blazing agony ending everything in
breathless moments
Yes, this is the mind of insanity this is the awakening of something new...
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by ~GothicXpress
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a spiders sitting there biting my thigh
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