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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:54 am
Hey, I'm Jissy and most of what I write will end badly for somebody. Anyways, I know I'm the only one in the guild who does this so feel free to write here. Also, for anyone who decides to read the things posted here I have a...
WARNING: Reading the following may cause nightmares, depression, and/or discomfort. Please consider this before emersing your mind into the depths of these human souls.
The Next Few Posts
1. A welcome and why I created this.
2. Rules.
3. Spotlight.
4. Special Events.
5. A Reserved Post incase I forget something.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:58 am
1. Please respect other's opions and hard work.
2. Feedback should be helpful unless requested by the author.
3. Please respect the feeling in the thread, if it is fun at the time then join in but if it is solemn don't post something silly unless the mood seriously needs lightened.
4. No spam please. Also, respect Guild Rules.
5. Pour out your heart (not required).
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:05 am
Here I will put a spotlight Story, Artwork, Poem, Song, etc.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:07 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:09 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:54 am
An Unhealthy Snack As the red mass in her hand began to feel heavy she let it drop into the icy water beneath it in her act of vengence. The flesh of the thing began to split from the juicy meat beneath it, releasing the sweet juices to be trapped in the void created. She waited until the last bubble disappeared before pulling it from the "treatment." Then, she put the tortured thing to her lips and pulled it away before sinking her teeth deep into the flesh. She ripped away a chunk and felt the juice spilling from the void down her chin. She adjusted the chunk to her back teeth and didn't quit chewing until the meat and flesh was nothing but pulp. The pulp glided down her throat and she closed her eyes with a satisfied grin. Revenge had finally come and the apple that had fallen on her head would never be the same again. Feedback please.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:20 pm
You did really well with the description and imagery. I can imagine this...devouring (eating makes it sound so innocent). Disturbing...o.O
"releasing the sweet juices to be trapped in the void created" The imagery in this phrase is a bit strange...releasing/trapped are somewhat contradictory in meaning. You might be able to find a better phrase to replace it...unless you were going for this effect?
Cannibalism! Ah! sweatdrop Is revenge sweet...or more metallic?
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:31 pm
thanks, I was like emo and hungry at the same time.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 3:31 pm
you and your fricken apples jiss. honestly. excellant peice, btw. now i'm kinda hungry
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 3:44 pm
The urge to hurt...
It flows through all of us, pulsing in arnger and pleasure and greif. It's siren song calls out to us, makes us want to ensure that others feel something. The urge to twine fingers through silken hair and yank back, exposing throat and vunrebility. The urge to make someone scream, cry, whimper, break with rough kisses and harsher words. The urge to injure
And the willingness to submit.
It pulses through our bodies just as surely, rising in fear and pain and sorrow. It sings it's lulleby of uncaring to us, lulling us to numbness. The willingness to let ourselves be dominated. The willingness to let our choices slip away, held in the hands tangled in our hair. The willingness to forfeit concequence and will. The willingness to be used.
These dual desires of humanity drive us. The desire to feel and to be destroyed. The desire to lash out and to wreak. They drive us to do terrible things...
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 5:49 am
Dark indeed.
I really liked the first part 'cause I can understand it more? Yes, I can say that.
But all throughout this, I was sort of thinking of Tokyo Babylon and seme/uke. Um...*sweatdrop* I didn't mean to make it...um...all...yeah. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:59 pm
x_Dark_Eclipse_x Dark indeed. I really liked the first part 'cause I can understand it more? Yes, I can say that. But all throughout this, I was sort of thinking of Tokyo Babylon and seme/uke. Um...*sweatdrop* I didn't mean to make it...um...all...yeah. sweatdrop *giggles madly* actually, it IS mostly seme/uke. or just sadism/masochism. whichever floats your boat more
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:25 pm
The little girl sat by her ocean. She'd gathered every salty drop herself. The tide crept in as she splashed her bare feet in the tide pool, making darker eddies. It didn't matter that the water was red. She hummed to herself as the crowd of strangers approached. "Who are we?" they cried, a multitude of voices forced into one.
"You're everyone who's ever wanted me," she replied in her matter-of-fact, high, little-girl voice.
"What is this?" they asked.
"My ocean," she replied. She stood and brushed off her dress as the red, red water rushed around her ankles.
"And who are you?" they whispered.
"War, she replied, grinning through the little girl's rotting corpse. The dead little girl walked forward, still smiling, to embrace them as they screamed.
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