Newest
A Look Into Madness...A man who's lost everything... "My wife, kids, home, business, everything....It's all gone now...." A chance at a new start... "Where exactly am I now? I didn't see a sign..." What? Are you serious!? You're in L.A. dude!" The chance meeting of a lifetime... "What's your name?" "I'm Ilya...What's your name handsome?" "Um...Bill...." A selfish, desperate wish.... "I just....I just wish that, everything could go back to the way that it was....I wish I had everything back..." "Is that what you really want?" "Yes...more than anything." "As you wish." A miracle...orA Look Into Madness...
by ~unlabeledpunk
Silent Hill 6: Echoes Part 39“This sucks! There are no bombs here!” Chelsea groaned a little as Kumo shouted that statement out for the twentieth time since they had wound up in…wherever the hell they were. When they had woken up, it had been pitch black with no way to see each other. Then they had found a torch that had ‘magically’ lit itself (Chelsea was still sure it was electric) and they had been walking non-stop in this underground passage that smelled like rotting trash for over three hours if Lola’s watch was still working. “Yes Kumo dear, there are no bombs here. They won’t just magically appear out of thin air if yoSilent Hill 6: Echoes Part 39
by ~unlabeledpunk
October SubmissionI have always loved October. For as long as I can remember, the month has always given me a sense of feeling no other time of the year has. And not just because of the fact that October is the time for Halloween, though that is my favorite holiday. No, it has more to do with the world around me during October. The leaves changing from green to yellow, to orange to red, before finally turning brown and falling off of the tree, pulled by the wind to some destination unknown to us humans who are always bound to one place. The air changing from the warmth of the fading summer to the semi-chill of the approaching winter. The smells of lawns grownOctober Submission
by ~unlabeledpunk
The Hell House Part 2*1 Year Later* Pyunma walked through the small town of Benson, enjoying the sights of a small American town, even if he didn’t appreciate the cool winds that seemed to blow through every small crevice in his jacket. When he had told Dr. Gilmore and his American friend, Xavier Stinson that he was going out for a walk around the town, they had both smiled and then Xavier had told him to take a jacket. He was glad now that he did. Sighing to himself, he looked into a store and found himself staring at a fat green woman with orange hair on a broom. He didn’t know why there were decorations like this in every window, but he wThe Hell House Part 2
by ~unlabeledpunk
Favourites
Wow, a lot has changed....
TireddeviantID
| The greatest series ever made? That's an easy one, Silent Hill. What, you expected me to say Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter? Close seconds, but not the greatest. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Elsewhere!
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large
- Print preference: Any
- Interests: Reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, going on the computer, and watching animes.
- Favourite movie: Probably the Dark Knight
- Favourite band or musician: Evanescence, Lost Prophets, Skillet, Breaking Benjamin,...the list goes on...
- Favourite genre of music: Rock. Hands down.
- Favourite artist: To many to count...
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien
- Favourite photographer: To many once again.
- Favourite style of art: Abstract
- Operating System: None
- MP3 player of choice: iPod...does that count?
- Shell of choice: Um...?
- Wallpaper of choice: .......
- Skin of choice: .....??
- Favourite game: Most RPGs...also FF games and Naruto games
- Favourite gaming platform: RPG...PS2 and systems like that also
- Favourite cartoon character: Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny...not including manga or anime
- Personal Quote: When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, letting the world ponder as to how you did it.
- Tools of the Trade: My own two hands!...and my brain...sometimes..
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
Ah. let me put it this way Ms. ______- you inspire feelings in me that I have never felt toward a teacher in my entire academic career- from Kindergarten to date. *say it with a smile*
--
Those gifted with the ability to speak have others write speeches out for them. Those gifted with the ability to write have others talk for them.
--
Ah. let me put it this way Ms. ______- you inspire feelings in me that I have never felt toward a teacher in my entire academic career- from Kindergarten to date. *say it with a smile*
--
Those gifted with the ability to speak have others write speeches out for them. Those gifted with the ability to write have others talk for them.
--
Ah. let me put it this way Ms. ______- you inspire feelings in me that I have never felt toward a teacher in my entire academic career- from Kindergarten to date. *say it with a smile*
--
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life is like a work of art. God is the artist.
We are the tools and He uses us
to create something worth while.
--
Those gifted with the ability to speak have others write speeches out for them. Those gifted with the ability to write have others talk for them.
--
By superhuman effort, you can avoid slipping backwards for a while. But one day, you'll lose a step, or drop a beat, or miss a detail... and you'll be gone forever.
Previous Page12345...Next Page