A Conversation With the DevilThe boy, no older than ten years of age - still purely innocent in his naivety... He walks into his sleeping parents' room, to find a tall man, with flesh as claret as the blood that runs through his parents' veins... Long, raven hair and a coat of leather to match. Two protrusive horns crown his head, and instantly, the boy recognizes him from the tales that we've all heard and seen... Though, to him, it was no mere feat of theatrics... That man was here for a reason...A Conversation With the Devil
"Are you here to take my parents...?" The boy asks.
"That, I have." The devil replied.
"But why?" For in the boy's eyes - like those of
The First NightIt was my first night there. The family left town, driving halfway across the country over the next several weeks to behold the birth of their grandchild. I was left with the duty of watching over their home. Caring for it. Protecting it. They left their three dogs behind, and I was to take care of them as well, with one being on its way out (it had contracted Canine Lupus within the last year) and the other lethargic with the depression caused its owner’s departure. They’re good dogs; obedient dogs, but hardly capable in an emergency… I’ve been there many times before – over the last eight years, I’vThe First Night
Devious Journal Entry
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Lost and abandoned places [link]
Website [link]
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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...You know who you are.
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I am ShahaRaJLad in TSLOSHTHSPAPPEFTT!
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I'm Butch in the deviantART Cartoon Obsessions Crew!
>nods<
At least I'm pretty sure that's the one I have...>thinks<
Oh, thanks!
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I am ShahaRaJLad in TSLOSHTHSPAPPEFTT!
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I'm Butch in the deviantART Cartoon Obsessions Crew!
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