

One - DiscoveriesOne - DiscoveriesOne - Discoveries
Ian Mackswell was a normal fourteen year old boy, he had short moplike brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was six feet tall, and thin as a pencil. His hobbies were that of any normal teenage boy, video games, sports, girls, but Ian had one hobby that most people his age didn't. Listening. Watching. Everything he heard, everything he saw, he would anylize, break down, almost to the point of obsession, and one day his curiosity got the better of him, and it changed him forever.
"C'mon Greg it's just a little bit farther!" "Ian I just want to go home, it's late, my dinner is gett


Prologue - In The NightPrologue - In The NightPrologue - In The Night
Tom awoke slowly, he was in a grey room, with a door on one side. He was bound to a silver metal chair in the middle of it, which was bolted to the floor. There was no visible source of light, the entire room just had a faint glow, no shadows. He tried to collect his thoughts and remember what had happened to him, he had gone to work the previous day, gone home, had a normal evening and then went to sleep, now he was here, wherever 'here' might be. A very peculiar man walked into the room. He was very tall, and wore a long black robe, which completely covered his hands a


The StormThe StormThe Storm
Walking through the pouring rain soaked to the bone, drenched and alone, it's times like this when you wonder why you bother with it, let the rain pour in, it won't matter tommorow, if you drown or not,
But you just keep on tropping along in the bitter cold because chances are you won't be getting out soon, you just keep on moving along all alone, it doesn't matter much where you go,
through the heat sleet snow hale you will move on, well there's only so far you can go, before you suffer heat stroke, or freeze in the cold, or drown in the constant rain from above, ten feet of


Take It All BackTake It All BackTake It All Back
Rewind back to your roots, find the roots of your glory, and in it find the root of all evil the glory's built steadily, through all the years and fears we traveled backwards just to try to stop the repitition of our backwards motion of our destructive movements, kill the roots and the weed dies away, kill the roots, murder me,
Traveled back away to ease the permenent lines and pain from the soft features of your face, traveled back to before the breakdown just days before it all fell out of place to exterminate the hate, exterminate me,
We'
Devious Comments
--
Photography is made up out of life, yet is invisible.. Only the camera makes it visible - Joel Meyerowitz -> [link]
Scott Alexander
Street Photography Director
Obsidian-Fox@volunteers.deviantart.com
--
Photography is made up out of life, yet is invisible.. Only the camera makes it visible - Joel Meyerowitz -> [link]
Scott Alexander
Street Photography Director
Obsidian-Fox@volunteers.deviantart.com
You complain about a lack of comments and then suddenly become confused by my comment zombie. Lol.
--
Ryan Kopf Network
Chrono L.C. by High Fantasy
Not a rose.
Not a swimming pool.
Not a vampire.
This is merely a comment. *comment suddenly eats your brains* Or... maybe a zombie.
--
Ryan Kopf Network
Chrono L.C. by High Fantasy
--
Cosmo Is my Hero.
--
This life is not a shameless waste; but we all know that's what it is to you.
Goodnite.
Ugh, so bored!
--
-spiffster
Thanks for the fave!
--
-spiffster
--
To have what you want, you can't always do everything to gain that of which is needed by you, instead don't attempt to allow your brain to fool you into routing your mind to a selfless and inspiring path of inevitability.
(\/)
(-.-)o
o(")(")
Everyone enjoy my crappy poetry, and feel free to drop me a couple "newfag" comments
: D
welcome to dA
Previous PageNext Page