43 Recent Deviations
The God Who Wasn't ThereSeeking help for he who wept bitterly from the purple swells leaping on his body, I prayed to the God who wasn't there.The God Who Wasn't There by thwackcrackers
Comforting the young child who screamed in pain from the growing infection, I lifted my cries to the God who didn't care.
Remembering the little girl, who was beaten and molested, I offered my woes to the God who vanished from thin air.
And now I sit here with a calloused heart and disgusted soul, your love is worth less to me then a bag of coal.
The Baby GryphonI ventured into the forest to hunt fresh game, little did I know that I found something that would ensure my life would never be the same.The Baby Gryphon by thwackcrackers
A baby gryphon lay hurt and bloody, its fur and feathers stained and muddy.
Pity swelled and I carried the poor creature home, tending to its wounds just as the sky started to gloam.
I fed it my freshest stock, laughing as it squawked in delight. My love for the creature soared like a midsummer kite.
When night came and the creature fell weary, I carried it to my bed where my own eyes grew bleary.
I placed the sleepy creature on my chest, mouthing a silent prayer as I know I've been blessed.
Its wings folded tightly to my sides, fearing to let go. I stroked its head fondly and whispered "You are safe now, for this I want you to know."
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meDear Santa by DanielleDestiny
To live a day of my life pain free
Where bullies won't rip off my shirt
And, just for once, the bruises don't hurt
Can you please make it that for this one night
My parents get through it without a bad fight
Or that I have an hour without the growing fear
That in the morning I won't be here
Maybe if I am good today
I won't be beaten for being gay
And that I might not have to grieve
Over a friend killed for what they believe
Please don't make it another night on my own
All the rest of this year I have been so alone
Everyone I loved has gone and I'm tired and old
No money for the heating, the house is so cold
Let me find a nice place in which to stay
I'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorway
Santa what I would give for a crust of fresh bread
Or one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bed
Bring back my daughter, I need her alive
Go tell her killer not to drink and then drive
Tell my mom I love her and give her a hug
Let her know I'm sorry for over
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"I Remember the Day When Earth Fell by thwackcrackers
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
The Night Fire The shadows cloaked Sarya as she vaulted from stall to stall, desperately seeking sustenance to fill her malnourished belly. Patrons ignored her, merchants scolded and chased her away like a common street rat. Those willing to shed a single, unsympathetic glance in her general direction withheld all goodwill from their intent. None save for the shadows cascading from the darkening sky offered solace from the harshness of the cruel city.The Night Fire by thwackcrackers
When the blanket of night fell on the city, Sarya retreated to the darkest recesses that she warmly called home. Those richer then her unknowingly bequeathed their back alleys to the penurious thief. She accepted the gift gladly and established her forefront against the depredations of the powerful. The guards, attentively patrolling the cobblestone streets, paid her no greater heed then one would a beggar.
But even on that cold night, Sarya was visited by three men. Their cloaks hung heavily on their bodies, and gleaming longblad
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite FjordsThe Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
The return of Christmas StuffIt was a few weeks after Charge encountered with James the puppy killer. Within those weeks, he kept his word for half the puppies that he saved had new homes to call their own. Unfortunately, the other half weren’t as lucky as many people passed on them for one reason or another.The return of Christmas Stuff by homeboy8221
Charge (Please can we keep them?)
Charge (Why the fuck not?)
Isis (Look at where we are we can barely take care of ourselves let alone some puppies.)
Charge (It seems fine to me.)
Isis (Listen you moron, if you don’t get rid of those puppies, I’ll take them to the pound.)
Charge (Not the nasty old pound)
Isis (Yes, that one now you have 24 to get rid of these puppies)
Charge (Aww, man get, you’re not every happy this year.)
Isis (Well, you better get used to it)
She gives him the box with the puppies in it.
Isis (Now go find these things a home.)
Charge (Ok, miss bossy pants.)
He starts walking away pondering what to do.
Charge: How am I going to find you guys a home so quick
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