Amnesia Chpt. 1- Torture Chambers by NuttyIceCream, literature
Literature
Amnesia Chpt. 1- Torture Chambers
Constantly, my memory is scrambled and fuzzed. I even began doubting my own intelligence and such. It made me think I was insane and in the torture chambers of Hell.
I always heard screaming of men, women, and occasionally, a child's screams and the splatter of crimson liquid: blood. Everyday I feared my turn would come and I'd leave this life without living. I hope Death welcomes me.
Of course my turn was neglected, and I was forced yet another day to listen to the screams of the innocent being tortured until death without mercy.
The rats that scurried across my cell floor looked at me as if I was another meal to them. My "cellmat
Amnesia Chpt. 1- Torture Chambers by NuttyIceCream, literature
Literature
Amnesia Chpt. 1- Torture Chambers
Constantly, my memory is scrambled and fuzzed. I even began doubting my own intelligence and such. It made me think I was insane and in the torture chambers of Hell.
I always heard screaming of men, women, and occasionally, a child's screams and the splatter of crimson liquid: blood. Everyday I feared my turn would come and I'd leave this life without living. I hope Death welcomes me.
Of course my turn was neglected, and I was forced yet another day to listen to the screams of the innocent being tortured until death without mercy.
The rats that scurried across my cell floor looked at me as if I was another meal to them. My "cellmat
Vakande knocked gently on the door and heard Svart's muffled voice tell her, "Come in."
She walked into a large office room with only a crimson carpet and a desk. Almost automatically, Vakande bowed quietly to a man, Svart.
Svart had flowing black hair that went to his waist, stormy grey eyes like before a hurricane, and was at least six feet tall. He had the classic Swedish skin color shade and had a taste in Gothic style clothing. Today he was wearing an untucked button up, a brown vest, a black coat and pants.
"Rise," he told her under his breath, not looking at her. "Report."
"At 19:06 last evening," Vakande told after stand
Vakande walked down a hall full of Jägare family paintings that seemed to glare at her as if she was the scum of the Earth. As much as the paintings made Vakande's skin crawled, she ignored them.
Finally, she made it to a pair of brown oak doors with gold handles. She tried fixing her clothing and hair to look presentable towards Svart and not like scum.
Vakande pulled the door slowly open and heard the stern voice of Svart and the family's butler, Alexander, in a heated debate.
"Alexander," growled Svart. "It is not them!"
"Master Svart," said Alexander, calmly. "Why wouldn't it be the Nazis? They may not be working for the sam
As she watched the human wrench back in blood and scream in pain, he whispered, "What...are...you?...A demon?"
She laughed bitterly at him, than she swung her silver scythe down at his right arm. "Not exactly, human," she replied. "I'm a vampire."
He screamed in pain as she ripped the scythe down on his leg. Than as an act of mercy, she slaughtered him.
"May God forgive us both," she whispered, securing the scythe on her back."Amen."
She pulled a black cell phone from her pocket, dialed a number. As soon as the line picked up, she said happily into the phone,"Mission accomplished. The target has been destroyed."
The scyt
Save me songs of the darkness pt 2 by NuttyIceCream, literature
Literature
Save me songs of the darkness pt 2
I had named Darius after my dead pet, a ferret, who I had loved dearly. Perhaps more than my mother and half brothers and sisters.
I hated my name, Chandra. In Sanskrit meant "the moon"'.To clarify, I hated the name itself, not the meaning.I thank my Mother for being smart enough and not naming me something ridiculously like ' Anne'.
My mistake, I went off track.
Anyway, I was apart of a long forgotten aristocratic family, Parrish, and was the only one alive. My family was murdered and wiped out from disease.
My family had two parts. One of the oldest founders, his name was William, I was apart of William's side. William also ha
Save me songs of darkness of.1 by NuttyIceCream, literature
Literature
Save me songs of darkness of.1
I could feel the cold hand of death and the end draw near for me, but it- my sinful soul- was saved by a greater evil.
It was a demon who had saved me.
When we first met, I could feel my insides tighten and urged me to let them out.
I for once, felt scared as much my victims did before I killed them. I did n't like the vibe the demon gave off.
In a world of blood and crow feathers, he questioned me if I was still willing to make a contract with him.
"You mat not get into thy glorious gates of heaven," he echoed. "Thee automatically go to hell after I rob thee of thy soul." The feathers stop flowing. "Do you wish to continue?"
~Outside of dA my friend Ally calls me Germany and I call her Prussia.~ This is my brother (Prussia) and outside, one of my best friends :) <Hetalia OC of Kaliningrad
Gomen for not being active lately. I've just been busy and stuff...
I'll be working on making some lineart...so yeah, I may be creeping a bit if you need me...Probably won't.
Even though I'm dead on the inside.
I've been busy. I have been managing four role play accounts on tumblr and trying to watch pewdiepie play The Last of Us, though it pisses me off that he only uploads one a day. I'm about to watch Cry play it.
ANYWAY.
Scotland, your wife is getting pretty pissed off. Oops :] //directed at Ally
Uhh...I MADE A KALININGRAD. :D
http://russisch-ficker.tumblr.com/
Russisch ficker is German for Russian fucker. She is a Russian fucker...
That's all I have to say...Oh Ally. San Marino almost killed Tilly Kirkland, who's the personification of Liverpool, England...So oops. Tilly killed herself after killing Italy, Ro
Wondering why I have not been on my doitsu account? Well here's why~ //pulls projector screen down like a boss
Part One; gayass email.
I had my email the same as my username: crackbabydoitsu. So apparently, I've been typing it in wrong, so I just would copy the email before I'd get on my oc account; San Marino. [[http://www.piada-e-pasta.tumblr.com]] If I'd type it out, it'd be 'invalid'.
Part two; yahoo is a dick for so many reasons.
It does the same thing.
WHY DID TUMBLR DADDY SELL US? MOST OF US WOULD GIVE HIM MONEY, NON?
Part three; . . .CONCLUSION.
Never make a very awesome email account or tumblr account with the same usernames.