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CowardErnie was caught again. He couldn't bare to look his father in the eyes. Alphonso Aliberti was silent for a long time. It was his way of letting Ernie suffer, and to the 18 year old boy, it was the worst punishment he could receive. When he was younger, a spanking would suffice. He would take his punishment and retreat to his bedroom where he could spend the rest of the whole night in shame, hidden from the rest of the family. But now that he was older, Ernie understood the finer subtleties of this sort of punishment. The silence and the tension between the two was worse than a thousand spankings. Ernie could only predict what his father wasCoward
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Swampland - Episode 1Asscilus cursed as he trudged through the septic muck of the Aluanian swamps. He felt the spongy mixture of mud and rotting plant-matter slosh under his boots. Just the very feel of the stuff was enough to sour his whole stomach, not to mention the smell: a freakishly raunchy stench, a mixture between sour milk, sewage, and body odor. He waded through the rest of the mucky bayou to a small island. He tugged his feet out of the grasping filth, gladly placing them on solid ground. His back and legs ached from his trek. He was out of breath, yet he was reluctant to breath in the surrounding air; it flooded his lungs with that horrid stink everySwampland - Episode 1
by *TheRedStranger
Deciever in the Darkness.As I looked beyond the window. From my old Study’s chair. Sheltered warmly beside the fire. From winter’s frosty air. Passed the snow, I caught your visage. A blackened gloomy hue. Though in moonlight you were drowning. No light shined upon you.Deciever in the Darkness.
You were something bred from blackness. I felt a chill pierce the air. From your shadow shone two bright eyes. A burning silver glare. Those entrancing gems took my mind. It showed me all my cares. All deep lusts hidden within me. Awakened from that stare.
Then my m
by *TheRedStranger
In High Speed Pursuits.In high-speed pursuits.In High Speed Pursuits.
Ambition’s my ammunition and it keeps goin’ strong. Volitions are the ignitions that have driven me along. Commissioned with a mission that I’ll follow all lifelong. I know I gotta go that distance no matter how far long. I’ve bleed so much to get this far and I’ll bleed some more. Still, I’ll keep on racing for the prize so let the blood pour. The roads can be rocky, and reach steeply to the sky, But I’ll keep on pushing onward and speed so, so high.
Diving head long for the prize, I
by *TheRedStranger
The Plague Isla Merdia Part 2.Seventh Day of the Fifth Great Month, The 2523rd year of The third age.The Plague Isla Merdia Part 2.
I've waited anxiously to write down what has happened today, but my hands have quivered too much to hold my pen for the past hour. I've been longing to settle my nerves by putting my thoughts on paper and out of my head. I awoke to another dreary morning, the strangest of the last few days. I set up a protective anti-contagion charm on my robes and face-cloth, brought my medicine-satchel, and headed through the mist to the waterfront. Rohon insisted that him and some local guards come in with me. So Rohon, three guards, and me, boarded the boat. Suddenl
by *TheRedStranger
Eternal Summer.Eternal summer.Eternal Summer.
The summer is a time of life exorbitant. The world springs into a sudden exigency at its inception, like frantic mid-wives preparing to birth a soon-coming baby. It rushes pass all the other sluggish seasons with the grace and speed of a doe. God breathes life into the land and sky, and then everything swiftly quickens: the grass grows green, leaves bud on the trees, and flowers bloom bright above the once gloomy ground. The sweltering heat of life forces away the countless cold dead days of winter. Nature soon takes the charge, then everything else follows suit in a festive parade of
by *TheRedStranger
The Plague Isla Meridia.Heron Flavian Calvus, Meridia’s Head Healer undoubtedly was the most famous Healer in the Middle 3rd Age. His contributions to magical healing as well as non-magical physicianry are vast and still prevalent to today’s modern Healers. He is also well known for his occupation as a contemporary historian. It is from his own extensive documents that we have any knowledge of the happenings of the Plague Isla Meridia. What follows are the documented reports of Heron during the Plague of Isla Meridia.The Plague Isla Meridia.
Third Day of the Fifth Great Month, The 2523rd year of The third age. &n
by *TheRedStranger
Fox-Hole Buddy.Back to back, we attack. Double teamin’, we strike back. Guns a blazing, we both go. Two pulled triggers, guns explode. Together will never be defeated. In every bullet our friendship’s seeded. In the times when one of us lack. The other rushes in to take up the slack.Fox-Hole Buddy.
Oh, with friendship’s strength we shall strive. We shall keep each other unharmed, alive. When either of us are alone, we aren’t whole. Like bright fiery iron, each sharpens another’s soul. No matter the foe - man, monster, force unknown. Our sights are fixed
by *TheRedStranger
Love, Lust, and Loneliness.Love, lust, and loneliness.Love, Lust, and Loneliness.
Through all your troubles.
Through all your woes. I shall stand by you. Against life’s foes. Where there’s darkness. I shall bring light. Where there’s clouds I shall make bright. When your heart was broken. I came to mend. Your broken heart. I came to tend. Long was my love hidden. And you were alone. Sad you reached out. To one’s heart of stone. Selfish was their soul. Their eyes looked with lust. Love they couldn’t not give. And they ground you to dust. &n
by *TheRedStranger
Repentant Artist. The Repentant Artist.Repentant Artist.
O’ world of now, paint me a grim picture. Lie to me no more through thy merry mediums. O’ world of now, tell me a tale of darkness. Waste not precious words on far flung fantasies.
O’ world of now, pluck on your harp the grimmest strings. For you know reality is not in thine lovely key. O’ stage of stages, put on a tragedy. Tell me the truth about our humanity.
O’ modern age, lie not to me about the coming page. For God’s wrath cometh at the end of the age.
O’ worldly artist, what be thy
by *TheRedStranger
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I'm back from the dead... 
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- Current Residence: In your head, dude!
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large (cotton shrinks ya know)
- Print preference: On paper.
- Interests: Keeping the world safe from stupity and evil!
- Favourite movie: Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Adventure, Star Trek 2: The Wrath of Khan. and Taken.
- Favourite band or musician: Bruce Dickenson, Dream Theather, and Iron Maiden.
- Favourite genre of music: Prog, Classical, and Metal
- Favourite artist: Alex Ross, Joe Kubert, and a lot more Comic book artists.
- Favourite poet or writer: Loius L'amour, Stephen King, Jr. Tolkien... and many more.
- Favourite photographer: Jason Smitha
- Favourite style of art: Photoreal and Western Comic.
- Operating System: Vista. Micro Soft works... Ha! That's an oxymoron.
- MP3 player of choice: My brain: It has a butt load of memory.
- Wallpaper of choice: Willy.
- Skin of choice: My own.
- Favourite game: Resident Evil (all of them)
- Favourite gaming platform: 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Batman!
- Personal Quote: "Don't get shot."
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, pen, and a little bit of prayer.
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Just as a basic sketch this is an impacting picture. It's out right freaktastic! The monster is very believable anatomically. Its ...
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- Or do I see you! *Dramatic music playing as I luagh menically*
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- Jordan! Your not in ghost anymore. I see you.
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- You can be whatever you want to be, sexy (ha,ha narcissim!)
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- If you're Batman can be the Green Lantern?
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- Silly DeadPool! People who surf the internet don't how to read and have the attention span of a goldfish. Everything's alright.
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- If you were really batman, wouldn't you be hiding that info from the world?
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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"Photography is a way of taking anything you see home with you. It gives eternal life to all it captures."
paganspace.net the meeting place for the occult community--->[link]
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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chocolate solves EVERYTHING
Best club ever ->
And another club ~Animal-Adoption-Club
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
Thanks anyway
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chocolate solves EVERYTHING
Best club ever ->
And another club ~Animal-Adoption-Club
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"Photography is a way of taking anything you see home with you. It gives eternal life to all it captures."
paganspace.net the meeting place for the occult community--->[link]
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
I hope I don't disappoint. ! !
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"Photography is a way of taking anything you see home with you. It gives eternal life to all it captures."
paganspace.net the meeting place for the occult community--->[link]
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
ciao
bibo.....
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"Pass the snow I caught your visage.
A blackened gloomy hue.
Though in moonlight you were drowning.
No light shined upon you."
- Bruce A Jordan's "The Red Stranger."
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