|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 2
About ten years pass by. Kurai, Yuki, and Kage were all doing well for themselves. Kurai and Yuki taught Kage many things over the years; skills and abilities that would aid him in his life. Kage was eager to learn, although sometimes forgetful of key attributes; such as when you climb a tree, you need to keep your claws unsheathed or else you fall, which he did; many times.
Over time he mastered his claws and climbing abilities, and had mastered his parkour skills as well. He wasn’t allowed to go out and ‘hunt’ like his father did in the city; so he spent a lot of his time chasing after animals and or birds. He never kil
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 3
Kurai was still in pursuit of the man walking alone. The man turned a corner and Kurai followed; out of sight. He saw that the man was headed towards an apartment building, probably where he lived.
Moving more quickly now, Kurai went ahead of the man and towards the apartment building. The harsh white light of the light bulbs near the entrance of the building left dark shadows behind objects and around corners; Kurai crawled behind one of the corners and waited.
The man walked closer to the entrance; unaware of the creature lurking in the darkness of the night. He reached for the handle of the door like everything was normal; when sudden
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6
Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.
Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.
After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.
“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.
Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.
“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 5
Kagekao approached the city. He looked around to make sure there were no humans nearby, and entered it. It felt odd, disobeying his parents like this. He’d never really done it before, but right now he felt like he had to.
He climbed up to the top of a building and looked around for the shinigami. Seeing no one, he continued the search deeper into the city. He saw a few humans, but avoided them. Climbing along the rooftops, he continued his search.
* * *
After a while of searching; he saw someone walking along the sidewalk. They had three large pairs of wings on their back, and a mask and faceplate on. Kage climbed closer silentl
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4
“お父さん. . .” (Dad . . .)
Kagekao knelt by his father, crying. The day had been so happy and fun; and now this. The night was silent, no cars, no people, nothing.
Kage felt something new start to burn inside him; what was that? . . . hate?
Scollex’s body had burned up into sparks and ashes, which drifted away on the wind and disappeared out of sight. Yuki picked up the silver daggers which remained, and then ran over to Kage and Kurai.
“クライ!” (Kurai!) She bent down and started to try and find any sign that he was still alive.
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 8
Kagekao was still confined to staying inside the house. It was a good thing, even if Kage didn’t see it that way, because his wounds hadn’t fully healed yet; however, because he couldn’t go outside, he was constantly bored throughout the day.
When night finally arrived, Kage climbed into bed to go to sleep. After a few long minutes, he felt himself drifting off; but someone opened the door to his room and rushed inside. It was Yuki; she shut the door silently and then looked at Kage.
“お母さん? 何で-？” (Mom? What is-?) Kage started, but Yuki quickly motioned for him
Bleeding Cross - CreepyPasta
The sky was getting dark, the city was now lighted by the lights coming from houses and buildings. The night was quiet, and the roads were empty: only a few people were there for a nice and peaceful walk. James Nothely, a young man of 26 years, was walking on the big bridge that was passing by the centre of the city. Under there could be seen the beautiful blue lake. That was a very peaceful night, but in those days in the city weren't happening the best of the things.
James bought a newspaper in one of the shops of the bridge. They were always open, and each evening James was there for see the news. But those were always the same: "Found a
Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'
- The Hoosiers.
Pitch. Black. Darkness.
My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.
I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.
You know when you hear your hou
“You know, if you would just do your homework, I wouldn’t have to keep you here after class. Do you think I like sitting here, day after day, wasting my time?”
Daphne had been teaching for only a short time, but she had already made a name for herself. For the most part, the Dalmatian’s students were respectful and well behaved. They did their assignments on time and didn’t bicker behind her back. Truth be told, they were all too afraid to try…
Conrad wasn’t a bad cat. He had a hard time concentrating at home. He had five brothers and sisters, two of witch were st
Rose VealMr Sky sits blue atop a toy abattoir.
His puffy white cloud-calves exported east.....with only a small number retained for the rose veal garden.
SLAKE It shouldn't be, but already the legs are working. My hips pop into place like nature bore them and even the as the swollen wood sticks and creaks, it carries me. I can spider-leg my way across the ceiling. Horrific and batlike, wooden talons hooked over the carvings, three points of contact, the flesh arm clutching the bag to my belly. Some monstrous creature skulking just outside the filmy spheres of candelight.
The woman who was sweeping the stairs of the church opened the wide doors to go back inside…
… not noticing the spindle-legged beast that slipped in the top of the frame.
Nothing to chew but w
Spoons Spoons to me were always more than a simple eating utensil. I never understood why i loved them so much but... i just did. At school I always got bullied. They just thought of me as the girl with the spoon fetish. It wasn't as dirty as all that though. I just loved them. I didn't find out why I loved them so much until the first day of fifth grade. I was just walking down the hall after class when one of the bullies and her gang started picking on me. I had had a long day so I blew her off at first but she wouldn't leave me alone. after about five minuets I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked a spoon out of my backpack and said, "If you come one step closer you'll lose your eyes." She replied, "I'd like to see you tr- too late. before she could finish her sentence my spoon was under her eye popping it out of her head and ripping it out without a second thought. It was amazing. Those few intense seconds when her flesh ripped and her warm blood sprayed all over my face and bo
The Holder of ImmunityThe Holder of Immunity
Creepypasta (c) Brandon Aquino 2013
The Holder Series (c) Original Author/s
In any country/state, go to any mental hospital and ask the person at the desk if they know of anyone who calls themself "The Holder of Immunity." If the deskman (or woman) gives you a friendly smile and says, "Welcome. Please follow me," follow them wherever they lead you. If they don't, leave the place and go as far away as you can.
The deskperson will lead you to a separate part of the hospital where a dilapidated, empty shack stands. Turn, and suddenly the person who escorted you there will vanish into smoke and there will be a golde
He loves you...(Creepypasta)
Recuerdo mi infancia débilmente, casi no logro recordar muchas cosas, y bueno, no creo que todo el mundo la recuerde con claridad, pero algo que recuerdo, fue una experiencia un tanto aterradora, pero reconfortante a la vez. Mi nombre es Edward, y estoy aquí para contar algo que recordé recientemente.
Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
Keep in Touch!
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More