Hello Everyone
This place here is just for me to share with you, my creativity in typing, so see ya all around..
Oh ya, I won't be checking this much, but please don't steal any of my ideas ThankYou!
and a biiiiiiig
to you all
~TyperMeat
RyejahdinNewest
The taste of defeatYou know what failure is like? Do you?The taste of defeat
I’ve experienced failure; I know what its like.
I know what failure looks like, what it sounds like, what it feels like – I even know what it smells like and what it tastes like.
Failure is; the face that’s twisted in pain – the explosion in the horizon – it’s the feeling of being abandoned in your friend’s eyes. Failures are the tortured screams, the shattered hopes and cries for help.
Failure is the touch of a cruel whip; searing, burning pain. Failure is the smell of blood. Failure is the taste of
by ~TyperMeat
Chat Screen readoutChat-screen readout.Chat Screen readout
Yoshiyuki Murase IJR says: * At it still Tom; I see…
Gen. Thomas Sage says: Long time no see Yoshi!
Yoshiyuki Murase IJR says: Spare me! I see you’ve been busy on the news…
Yoshiyuki Murase IJR says: Not every day I see your face on my screen!
Gen. Thomas Sage says: What is it this time? Did I piss of your boss somehow?
Yoshiyuki Murase IJR says: The emperor is never pleased, especially not with the state the world is in today. Easy for you to justify; mister commander of a vast and
by ~TyperMeat
Shackles of FreedomShackles of Freedom.Shackles of Freedom
Four ... Three… Two… One…
The digits on the counter just turned over to 0:40:59 and a cold drop of sweat trickled down her brow. She struggled her bond wrists but as during the prior twenty minutes, the tape that held them down did not budge, neither did the lengths that were wrapped around her ankles. She could feel how the blood on her scalp had caked in her blond hair. How did she end up here? She snorted at her predicament and tried fruitlessly to find something at her back to somehow cut the tape. Solid, silvery duct tape; it bond her to the cold, dirty, dust
by ~TyperMeat
FIREFire!FIRE
It’s the eight hour; of the morning, four strikes till noon. It’s the crack of dawn, the electrifying bolts that ripple through the air crackle around us, they explode and light up the sky like beautiful, glowing blue and green fingers. It’s the fifth sleepless night, my eyes are tired. My rifle is heavy against my shoulder, it rubs against my cheek, the scope teases my weary brow and I scratch myself. I feel it start to chafe. It is the fourth bullet, the third time my shoulder rocks, the sixth time I curse and my second miss in a row.
“Pull yourself together Lin
by ~TyperMeat
Favourites
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
its not art-theft, its another account of mine, people! -Rye
--
its not art-theft, its another account of mine, people! -Rye
--
its not art-theft, its another account of mine, people! -Rye
Previous Page123Next Page