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TorqueoSeptember 30th, 2015Torqueo by Caylee-Slansen
They found another last night. They think it's the same thing, Torqueo.
They have no idea where it came from, but it comes for you in the dead of night - those insomniac nights when you can't get to sleep. Apparently you can't see it but you'll know when it's there. Little things, the "classics": the feeling of being watched, creaking noises, movement in the corner of your eye. Those simple things you try to shrug off as your imagination.
It bides its time, teasing you, trying to get you as susceptible as possible. It wants your imagination to run wild, to envisage the worst things you possibly can. And when you reach that pinnacle moment, it strikes. It turns that worst thought, that worst imagining in your head into a reality. A slow, exceptionally torturous reality.
They find you the next morning. Your body frozen, trapped. But your eyes scream it all. You're still there. It still has you. Torqueo. An eternity of torment.
They haven't worked out how to esc
The Blue In the beginning the Earth was formless and empty, and darkness lay over the surface of the deep. Thunder rolled steadily across the bleak, nondescript land in mighty, percussive echoes, the ground trembling, as though in fear, as white hot fissures of lightning cleft the sky asunder a million times over. Each scorching blaze of deadly, crackling plasma through the abstract ether of stifling chemical fog seemed an imminent foreshadow of that mighty explosion to come, a harbinger of that great abiogenesis, temporary apocalypse for a world theretofore defined by its life-free state of existence.The Blue by Aart-ish
And then, there it was.
The supersonic split, ripping the fabric of stagnation down its center and sending its sentience-free tranquility hurdling uncontrollably toward the chaotic nebula of violently emerging life, a bolt from the blue, striking the chemical bog, and pulling out creation by its roots from the deep dead soil of the gurgling primordial ooze. Sheer hell tore th
Wallpart: this has to be stopped.Hello. I'm so angry.Wallpart: this has to be stopped. by UTAUMakiko
Do you know Wallpart (http://wallpart.com), that site that illegaly sells posters of artists artwork without permissions?
I've just found LOTS of my drawings and friends' artworks in this stupid, illegal site.
I tried to contact them for a violation, but when I submit the text it says "404 Not Found". This is completely absurd.
I hope this will be stopped soon, 'cause it's not fair that people who gives lots of efforts in their drawings has to see that someone steals suddenly their efforts, works and selling them online. I HATE this.
Someone has even started a petition that you can find here: http://tinyurl.com/pntejyz
If you'll sign this petition; thank you!!!
Five ActsLove; Covered by filthy fears,Five Acts by DraganTheMighty
Sorry, but I loose my tears,
Sorry for my wasted years,
I like this girl, you see,
She makes me feel
and I want her more,
I need her Looove,
I cannot stooop!
I'm going ooon!
Truth; Tell me what I wanna hear,
Sorry, but there's nothing clear,
Sorry, for my broken gear,
I have this friend, you see,
It makes me talk