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A song about a man and a mobBurning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.
Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.
(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)
Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"
War in a soldier I stumbled and fell, my face slamming into the mud with a slap like the smacking of cynical lips. I tasted blood and grit in my mouth. My ears pounded from the from the noise of zipping bullets and pounding artillery. It's thunderous slams making it seem as if Ares himself had joined the battle. 'This isn't good', I thought to myself, pulling myself to my feet as I slung the mud and sand off of my face. I looked around, suddenly realizing that I was alone. Adrenaline spiked through my system, racing through my veins like searing hot electricity. Every sense heightened to the point where time seemed to become to b
Jack In The Box: Ep 7 Jack snuck out of the house, carefully making sure not to wake his father, although it had never been particularity hard before. His father was a heavy sleeper. Jack opened the front door and walked into the stale Old New York air. The buildings reverberated with the sounds of early morning chaos. Jack walked down the crumbling sidewalk in the lingering twilight. He looked to his right, down an alley he saw a couple of gang bangers smoking illegal tobacco products. he averted his eyes as one glared at him, he didn't want any trouble today.
Jack kicked a pebble into the street, which
Jack Frost The cold biting wind spreads Jack Frost's fingers over my window. The fire inside is desperately fighting to stop the cold at it's portal. Unwrapping myself from my blankets, walking waking, and warming. I start to the fuel, and with sudden gusto, I hastily feed the inferno. I feel it's searing warmth on my face, balanced by the cold nipping at my backside.
The wind now kicks up, it is pompous and does not like to be negated. It forcefully pushes on my window, and pulls away my warmth. Frantic to guard it, I begin to feed the fickle fire. But the cold, the cold is worse, vouchsafing only
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More