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: 32
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
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
27 Dec, 2012 10:26 AM
As we sit here, I start to see things another way than I did before. I hope that telling you this will at least bring me some kind of peace inside. What I feel right now is only remorse and anger and it is disturbing to me. Do you understand what I mean? It really hurts inside of me, but I know that I need to get it out at some point - To start feeling whole again. I don’t want to be a prisoner in my own life again.
When I am thinking back at my life, there are a few things that scare me a lot. One of them was how I felt seeing the horror my brother was going through at a young age. He is not much younger than me and we are a lot alike in nature. All the harmony changed a lot in the... [Read More]
, ScaryVotes: 19
11 Dec, 2012 06:38 AM
Andrea walked into the empty factory...
"Hello?" she asked quietly, uncertainly. She sat on a black bench and shivered in fear...
Rewind: The titanium factory was abandoned more than 60 years ago. It stood emptily next to the town, unused. It has never worked, and the villagers believed that the machinery was broken. Andrea was a typical teenager. Good grades, good looks, but she partied and drank and smoked every night. She even accepted stupid dares. She and her three friends were walking leisurely when one of her friends, Isaac, spoke up. "You know, there isn't actually proof that the metal shop crap is actually..dead, ya know?"
Andrea and the other two stared at him in disbelief. He continued talking. "You know, I'll pay 200 bucks for anyone who can stay in there for two hours."
The three friends scoffed. One of them, a girl named Chelsea, was arrogant and... [Read More]
, Dark World
, GraphicVotes: 16
24 Nov, 2012 08:49 PM
I looked around at everyone seeing their hands in the air voting me to go up, I hated them all. Not just now but all the time, I may act like I don’t but I do. I glare at all of them as they all smile at me, their eyes laughing at me. I smile back as a thought forms in my mind, mass murder.
I walk into school the next day late to lunch, just perfect. The whole school is their all sitting waiting for me to go in. As I walk in they all turn to see who walked in, I smile and wave with one hand, going for my gun with the other. I watch with my sadistic grin as their eyes grow wide as they realize what’s happening. My first shot is at a girl in the ninth grade I think, not that it matters much,... [Read More]
, Dark Mind
, Dark World
, GraphicVotes: 14
01 Jun, 2014 06:09 PM
I woke to green light and purple shadows. The air was heavy and humid, wrapping around me like a blanket. A faint buzzing irritated my ears. Fear gripped me. They would be coming soon. Coming with their sharp silver instruments and whispered promises that they were "just trying to fix you. It'll be over soon." Ignoring my screams. Looking down on me with painted smiles. I close my hand around the glass shard. Not today.
They come on time, painted smiles bright red today. Their eyes flash, mine gleam and red drips down my face. Taking a life leaves me buzzing wit adrenaline. I turn. I run. I am free.
Years of imprisonment in my own mind, in my own body, cannot prepare me for the absolute bliss, the euphoria that comes with the stretching of my muscles, the lengthening of my breath. I am hypnotized by the pounding of... [Read More]
, DeathVotes: 12
25 Feb, 2013 09:30 PM
There once was a beautiful girl engaged to a soldier who caught the eye of an evil woodsman who had sold his soul for the ability to turn himself into a wolf at will. He lay in wait for the girl when she was walking home one day and accosted her, begging her to elope with him. The maiden refused, spurning his love and crying out to her love to save her from his advances.
The girl's cries were heard by her eager fiancé, who had come searching for her when she was late returning to her parent's home. The soldier drove the woodsman away, threatening him with dire consequences if he ever approached the maiden again. The furious woodsman lay low for a few days, waiting for his chance. It came on the girl's wedding day. She was dancing happily at her wedding reception with a group of her... [Read More]
, BrideVotes: 11
20 Dec, 2012 10:04 PM
My stepmother was vile. I guess most kids think that when their father remarries. But in this case, it was true. She only married Father because he was rich, and she hated children. There were three of us – me (Marie), my middle brother Richard and my youngest brother Charles. We were the price my stepmother Gerta paid for being rich. And we were all that stood between her and inheriting Father's money when he died. So she took steps against us.
She sent my youngest brother Charles away to boarding school overseas. It had a good, scholarly reputation, but it also had the reputation for being a hard school that was full of bullies and strict discipline. Not a place where a delicate child like Charles, who had been sickly as a baby, would thrive. He was miserable there. Somehow, Gerta contrived to keep him there for all but... [Read More]
, Dark Art
, DarkVotes: 10