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UncalmChapter 3Uncalm
Uncalm
Lillian
Leaning over the wall of a rooftop in New York City, Lillian Moore watched the pendant dangling in her hand dance to the song that the wind was playing for it. Lilly was not a sentimental person, and held a level of logic and rationale that made others see her as somewhat robotic. This made it easier for her to keep the personal value of this pendant secret. She turned her back to the wall, leaned back on her elbows, and looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful August night, hot with a warm breeze, and the sky was open and clear.
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Like Light to the Flies
Theodore ‘Odin’ Zaytsev stood panting, crowbar in hand, with blood spattered across his leather biker jacket. He was an imposing figure, standing at 6’3” with broad shoulders, thick tattooed arms, and a thin waste. He had long, straight black hair that rested between his shoulder blades in a ponytail. His face was always shaved clean, exposing his strong Russian jaw and thick neck. He was as tough as he looked. Five years spent out of his thirty-six as a bouncer for a biker bar conditioned him, an
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Dark Heart Dawning
Kevin
‘Life is getting stranger by the day.’ Kevin thought to himself, standing on top of an abandoned Walmart. With one leg up on the ledge and his arms crossed against the chilly afternoon wind, he stood looking out at the sun setting. The sky was blending from light blue to violet. The clouds were like leviathan thumb smudges against the colorful backdrop, they themselves a dark purple, outlined with a sharp red-orange. The world was changing in a way he was reluctant to accept, but he had no choice. Th
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Valhalla Awaits Me
Kevin sat against the concrete wall, panting heavily, thankful for the cold seeping into his back. It was a temporary break, he knew, but he had come to learn to appreciate the most insignificant things in the past year. He heard the sound of low distant growls, and the frantic feet of the 20-odd zombies he was so desperately and hopelessly running from. They were only called zombies as a joke, at first. It was a kind of homage to the writers and movie producers who invented and reinvented the nightmare-inducing hordes of brain hung
by ~Reoccuring-Nightmare
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- Current Residence: Sanford, FL
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: anything smexy
- Print preference: i usually just put the film on disk...
- Interests: interests! i love interests!
- Favourite movie: anything i havent seen yet.
- Favourite band or musician: anything ive yet to hear.
- Favourite genre of music: something that hasnt been created yet.
- Favourite artist: Derrin Brown. look em up, hes a fekkin artist alright...
- Favourite poet or writer: Ayn Rand. no doubt.
- Favourite style of art: art that required a brilliant mind to create
- Operating System: WINDOWS!! VIVA LA GATES!!!
- MP3 player of choice: choice? anything other than my shanty lil 4g old ass ipod.
- Shell of choice: red, duh! automatically hits anyone in front of you!
- Wallpaper of choice: i prefer simple paint.
- Skin of choice: THIS QUESTION IS RACIST!!
- Favourite game: duck duck goose.
- Favourite gaming platform: a slab of concrete, on which to play duck duck goose.
- Favourite cartoon character: myself!
- Personal Quote: "I'm a fruit loop in a world of cherios."
- Tools of the Trade: my mind. and a pipe bender.
- Email: b_marini@hotmail.com
- Skype: doubleyou tee eff is skype?
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