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04 Jan, 2013 02:29 PM
Hello.... my dear.. creations.
My name is Gabriel, an Archangel of the heavens.
Today I descended unto earth to tell you, to inform you of what I have seen, as a brother of Lucifer, and as a creation of God.
This is my story, and this just may bare the truth.
We were first created countless of years ago, before the creation of the universe: all was empty, and there was nothing. God, our creator, whom does not exist in one time or place, had existed since time and space had begun. According to His majesty, He had created us for servitude, he wanted praise and he wanted servants. And so, He created us with words, unlike you humans, who had been molded by His majesty's hands. Anyhow, there were 8 of us, Michael, myself, Raphael, Uriel, Jehudiel, Sealtiel, Barachiel, and the strongest of us all, Luciel, that were named... [Read More]
, ReligionVotes: 38
28 Dec, 2012 10:50 AM
My name is Lucifer, and I am the ruler of hell, and the symbol of Sin. But it was not always so, there was a time when I served ... Him, when i was a respected angel. People have heard about the time when i was banished, but is that the truth?
I was praising Him when i saw it, his plans on creating creatures called humans, those who would love him, get loved by him, and would be required to be praised by him. He had made it so that they would only feel happiness through him, all other pleasures and beliefs would lead them to hell, even loving there loved ones without loving God would send them to hell. The people with sin would go to hell, when he made it so that humans, after having eaten the Fruit in the Garden, would never be able to live... [Read More]
, DevilVotes: 38
24 Feb, 2013 06:35 AM
I awoke. I had one of the strangest dreams I can ever recall; it was not horror movie scary nor did it really make any sense. But it honestly frightened me due to me having no idea what was going on. It was just me sitting alone in a stray jacket in a padded white room; from what I can infer I was in a mental Institution. I had no idea why I was there; but all I was doing was trying to calm myself down and think of a reason why I was in there. But before I could completely calm myself down a 6 foot 4 man walked in to the room. He was wearing a fancy black suit; he had big bushy eyebrows with a big bald spot on the top of his head. He walked straight to me, kneeled down removing his sunglasses looking into my... [Read More]
, BloodVotes: 33
26 Sep, 2013 03:20 PM
The Squire's Ghost
Perhaps the truth is better left untold, it could haunt you for the rest of your life...but I shall tell it anyway!
A young man has been seen to wander around these parts. He keeps himself to himself and never seems to bother anyone. His favourite haunt, (if haunt be the word most appropriate), seems to be by the pond at the south end of the estate. People have heard splashing there when the water has been calm and no one else is around. Many say it's the ghost of Jenny, a girl of about 16 years who drowned there at the turn of the 20th century. The young man, who goes by the name of Thomas, is well known to the locals. He is the son of one of the more regarded parishioners. His father is none other than the Reverened James Morris, minister to the... [Read More]
, Dark WorldVotes: 29
20 Feb, 2012 04:10 PM
The chamber was cold, below freezing. He lay exposed on the metal table top, wrists and ankles strapped down. He could see his breath as he exhaled. His teeth chattered and his body shook. His skin was blue and cold to the touch. He tried not to think about what would happen if he made any sudden movements.
Within minutes, she walked in. Dressed in a long white lab coat, she pulled out a syringe and injected the green liquid into his left forearm. His body shook as he clenched his teeth together. She would not hear him scream. She would not see him cry.
Within a minute, his body stopped shaking. His breathing was shallow as sweat formed around his brow. The woman observed and made mental notes about his current condition before leaving the cold room.
Relieved, he opened his eyes. No hope could be seen. Sold by... [Read More]
, GraphicVotes: 27
06 Jun, 2013 08:51 AM
It was an average spring day. Birds chirped as they fed their newly hatched babies. Bees and dragon flies zipped through the air. I laid my head back to enjoy this sweet day. As I was dozing off, the peace broke. My dog frantically ran passed me to the front of the yard. Out of curiosity, I followed her to see What she was all worked up about. I walked the dirt path and came to a halt when I saw her. She was sniffing a dead possum that feel out of the tall pine tree. It's skull cracked instantly as hit the ground. I managed to shoo my dog away from the animal. I went inside the house, grabbed some gloves and walked back to the dead possum. My intention was to remove it, but when I came closer, I saw that the possum was in labor before the... [Read More]
, True Story
, GraphicVotes: 24
01 May, 2013 07:10 PM
A sweet child... a sweet... innocent child, torn to shreds. This young boy is dead in a storm drain on Red grove Dr in Missy, Wisconsin. Somewhere across the street, a mother (father CRAZY!) just entered her neat, white, cookie cutter home unknowing that her precious, "little man", has slipped away, died, seen the light. A mother who didn't understand,"The Gift" (YES!)that took her son's life away. A gift that people would call, "hallucinations", but that's because people don't know (I KNOW!!!!).
The boy's name is Johnny and it was 2 hours after he was tucked into bed by his mother (I LOVE HIM TOO!!!) that screams were heard next door. The screams not only triggered phone calls to the police but also attracted the attention of everyone on their block (Red grove Dr. RED GROVE DRIVE!). All the men and woman (Most of whom were still in their night... [Read More]
, MysteriousVotes: 22
27 Nov, 2012 12:51 PM
Made a mockery of yet again by my fellow classmates, I smiled to myself they won't be laughing when they are choking on their blood. It was the perfect opportunity, Jason was leaning over the open window, I imagined pushing him out, the terrified scream and the sickening crunching off his bones. They would have to scrape him off the pavement I rushed forward and pushed him before I change my mind.
He screamed in surprise and I heard the thud of his head against concrete, I looked down below splatters of blood stained the concrete red, I turned to my fellow classmates and chuckled "I like the new paint they put on the pavement don't you? it's just how I imagined" everyone was still for a moment before someone let out a shrill scream, everybody rushing for the door people trampled on the way out, I laughed and grabbed... [Read More]
, Dark World
, DarknessVotes: 21
01 Aug, 2015 02:52 PM
Sunshine and prairie grass–well in the foreground over grown thick and untamed.
For the background, perhaps a thousand miles away or more than half a decade removed in time. In the blue sky a meadow lark’s love song, and in the grass the boom of the prairie chicken’s wings are the only sounds that break the primeval silence, excepting the lisping of the wind which dimples the broad acres of tall grass–thousand upon thousand of acres–that stretch eastward for miles toward an old farm. To the left the prairie grass rises upon a low hill, belted with limestone and finally merges into the edge of the far horizon.
To the southward on the canvas the prairie grass is broken by the heavy green foliage above a sluggish stream that writhes and twists and turns through the prairie strong winds, which rises above the stream and meets another limestone... [Read More]
, WizardVotes: 20
29 Jan, 2013 09:49 PM
He waited in the night like a trapdoor spider, ready to lunge at the first insect to pass by. He didn't care if his subject was male or female, he could work with both. He saw movement in the corner of his eye. A young female came up the sidewalk, dressed for a night at the club. As she passed by he jumped out of the alleyway wrapping his arm around her pulling her in. He quickly chloroformed her as he ducked back into the darken alleyway. She was out cold instantly and he laid her on the ground binding her feet and hands with rope. He then gagged her and blind folded her, leaving only sound and touch as her allies. He threw her into the back of the van and shut the doors quietly. He was all the way on 4th street when she started to stir. She... [Read More]
, Sadistic Art
, GraphicVotes: 20