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Twisted Writing From The Depths Of My Mind
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ETERNITY
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Mortals! They will never learn. I am all powerful and no mortal soul can do me harm, neither mentally nor physically. As I work my way out of this enclosed box, the blood spilling from the dead man's wounds causes a stain to spread across his ivory carpet. As I stand contemplating my actions, the red stain deepens until it turns the exact shade of my lipstick. As it dries, it becomes black, like the night, like my long tresses. The colors are the ones I live by, the colors I am. Again, I have won. The mortals continue to mock me. I've sent warnings to the mortals. Millions of bodies thrust into the gutters, yet never do they listen. Just look at this man here slain. He chose to challenge my power, thus causing his misfortunate demise. The silver goblet in my hand is diminishing in its fullness. The time has come to leave this box. As I walk down the street I am greeted with heavy stares by some and indifference from others. Those that show indifference will soon become my victims, when the time has come for another arrogant mortal to meet their death at my hands. The only mortals I respect are those that fear me. Once they cross the line, their souls sink as if blocks of lead. You may know me, by way of passing. I am eternity, commonly referred to as Death.
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FEAR
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Fear is a feeling I know not of. I know your fear though. Your fear is me. Everywhere you go, everyone you meet, you see me. The seven deadly sins, punishable by death, acted upon by temptation, enjoyed through sin, through evil. Earth! Air! Fire! Water! Sin upon sin upon sin. Don't deny it, young soul. I know you fear me. All your life you've been told, " Beware of Satan" But now, faced with Satan's spawn, you are powerless. Eye to eye with the daughter of Satan, you are entranced. I say, "Join me, Boy" and you take my hand. Together we enter the land of sin, the land of evil, the land of no return. Now they will fear you, too, Boy. Like me, you are eternal, an incessant torture to mankind. We are the children of the one true god. We are the children of the darkside.
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A little about me
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I'm 18, and I'm heading for West Liberty State College this fall. I'll be majoring in Forensic Psychology. A forensic psychologist works with serial killers, murderers, etc. and tries to get inside their heads. I write twisted stories like these all the time, but I swear, there's nothing seriously wrong with me. I'll listen to anything from hard core punk to hard core rap. Please, e-mail me and let me know what you think of my stories. I'm always open to creatice critisism. Later, Jaysa Leigh
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