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Your incessant spirit chapter 4Yes, it was a man. Someone who, until death, was a very nice man. A guy I loved, a guy I could look up to. We were the best of friends, and were together for about a year before he snapped, like Johnny. Death was inevitable, after being stabbed in my brain -literally- and getting buried, right below the place Johnny now lives. Thrown in a shitty grave isnt exactly a "peaceful" burial. I know, odd, but apparently being stabbed in the head wasnt enough for me! I have an earthly duty to...save...psycho people, I suppose, although, I dont really consider Nny psycho. Hes unique, thats all. Often times the crazy ones have more wisdom than the "normal" people.
He took advantage of me. Cut up my skin, then had his way with my body. Stabbed me in the head, now I'm dead. Obviously it didnt do my mental health any good, but, hey, I dont want to see Nny ending up that way. I already saw what he tried to do to that one woman. "Idiot..." A worm wriggled past my ear, and made me shiver. I sighed, thi
JTHM fanfic :newly edited:Newly edited version: Still a shallow beating JTHM fanfiction.
I wrote this story about two years ago, didn't really know whether or not to continue it! All (CONSTRUCTIVE) critiques are welcomed!
FF chapter 1 RD
'Devi...' Johnny tried to scream, but his throat refused: causing just a
slight hiss of noise instead, the sound not strong enough to slice through
the thick darkness. He was chasing after Devi. 'No this isn't the end...I
can't lose you Devi, not you...' Johnny kept muttering, stumbling through the
thick darkness letting the sounds of frantic foot steps guide him to Devi. He
emerged from the clouding darkness, and came to a small room. It was
cluttered with monstrous looking paintings, strokes of red and black
smeared everywhere across the canvas. Johnny was confused..."Where's Devi?"
he thought. The foot steps were no longer heard. Johnny walked around more, examining the large room, and the monsters that inhabited the paintings. He reached out to touch one...
Until he saw a b
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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