|Some where on the Bruce Trail|
As It Comes It is coming.As It Comes by Diaster
I can feel its heavy gait thud above my eternal refuge. It is searching for me. But, will I be discovered? Can my concealment be too much for the small-minded beast? Or, will it sniff me out with its hideous crimson snout?
All I can do is wait.
I have not the means to flee, for God cursed my kind by giving us no legs to run and no wings to fly. But, thankfully, I can neither watch as the monster's teeth of granite crush me beneath its jaws, nor listen as it approaches to do so.
But, I can feel. I can feel the advancement of the fiend. I can feel it tear my body to ribbons as it savagely devours me. And I can feel fear.
It is getting closer.
The story of the beast has been bred amongst my kind since birth. It is said to be covered with a fur so coarse that it makes the sharp stones of the earth feel soft in comparison. Talons like diamonds penetrate from this crude covering to shred the habitat of those few unfortunate enough to encounter it
A Wee Skirmish with the DevilA Wee Skirmish with the Devil by Diaster
A Wee Skirmish with the Devil
"Its not as dark in here as I expected."
"Well, are you afraid of the dark?"
"Then that's probably why."
"But I always just assumed Hell would be dark, fiery, and full of screaming people in eternal agony."
"Did it scare you when you learned that?"
"No… not really, I suppose."
"Then, I assume that is why you are not there."
"Oh, ok… so where exactly am I?"
"Hell, of course."
"Then why am I not being tormented?"
"That's what I want to know."
The devil materialized quite suddenly.
"Can I go now? This guy I really putting me through Hell."
"You may go, minion."
"Thank God," the demon said. Then, after realizing his mistake, he quickly vanished.
The devil proceeded to pull out a small pad of paper from a back pocket in his black trousers. He then took a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the front pocket of his white, satin dress shirt and put them on his well-shaven face.
"Are you the one known as Johnny Red?" he asked, not even looking up from
The Plastic SoldierThe war with the aliens is lost.The Plastic Soldier by Diaster
Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows is MIA and General Georgie is SOL without his beloved commander. Meadows was the greatest of all Georgie's soldiers and without him the condition of the war will most surely turn sour. The aliens will soon come down and eat our brains, Georgie predicted, but they will eat girls' brains first because, although significantly smaller, they taste better. Georgie expressed these thoughts to his older sister Anna over a large vanilla milkshake.
"Oh yeah?" Anna began, pointing a spoon at her younger sibling, "If boys are so much smarter than girls than how come I am in second grade and you aren't even in school yet?" She thrust her spoon into her milkshake in silent victory and smiled at her brother.
Georgie watched the rain fall outside of the diner, momentarily forgetting the war, the aliens, and his missing action figure named Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows. It was one of those rare September rains where the humidity is so
me me me me me me me me|
Current Residence: Brampton, Ontario
deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium
Print preference: bigger the better
Favourite photographer: any one that works for Playboy
Favourite style of art: i'm a white guy I don't have style
Operating System: what am I a doctor?
MP3 player of choice: to cheap to buy one
Shell of choice: steel-encased depleted uranium armour
Skin of choice: just below the navel
Personal Quote: Huh?