It was late…. a hot summer’s night. I arrived home to a dark, empty house, and a slow walk up the garden path, telling the kids to wa…
It was late…. a hot summer’s night. I arrived home to a dark, empty house, and a slow walk up the garden path, telling the kids to wait in the car until I got a light on. We entered the house and I set about getting the kids ready for bath and bed. Unbenown to me, someone had followed me into the house. Under the cover of darkness he had been lurking in the garden and used my tired state to assist him in entering my safe little home. / And he was about to make his presence felt. The back of my neck prickled and I rubbed it, thinking my shirt label was annoying me. Nothing there. Then I felt it. He put his arms up my shirt and ran his fingers down my spine. / I froze. His small hairy hands tickled my back, gently, tenderly. Deceptive. I called my son for help. / “I think I have something in my shirt,” I said, “Can you check?” / I held up the back of my shirt and he took one look, screamed and ran from the room. Does the colloquial expression “I damn near shit myself” spring to mind? / (I promise I did not..er…do that….... but there was a bit of a frantic leap in the air and a strange dance…....arms flapping….as I had to separate this huntsman spider from my person! LOL / But then, I did the right thing and put this big hairy guy back out in the garden where he belonged, unharmed…... though maybe he was as scarred by his experience as I was!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................ yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah / OMG I WON!!!!! heheeeee…..... in “Fra…
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................ yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah / OMG I WON!!!!! heheeeee…..... in Frankinsteins creature challenge with MUTATION. / wow – I’m really dancing heheeeee. / / THANK YOU SO MUCH ALL WHO VOTED – WOW – I’M… SCREAMIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!! / yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah / AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! / / .. / ... / ROUBLE /
I wanted to send out a big fat THANK YOU to Primal Scream for purchasing my Reaper...
I wanted to send out a big fat THANK YOU to Primal Scream for purchasing my Reaper this morning. Poor Oscar keeps trying to catch up to all of the Reaper sales, but it’s just not happening, lol! So what’s the sales score right now you ask? / Reaper: 12 / Oscar: 9 The only one even anywhere close to either or them is poor Annabelle trailing behind with a mere 5 sales! Needless to say, she’s out of this competition! lol Thanks again for taking the time to read my endless chattering…it’s just what I do at 8 in the morning before my early morning Pepsi ;)
Quite a few months ago I posted a picture called The Station Master’s Cottage-...
Quite a few months ago I posted a picture called The Station Master’s Cottage. The very charismatic (and now shingle free, I hope) Gregoryno6 bmailed me to say that he saw something “dark and disturbing” in that cottage…..................so I set him a challenge and asked him to write The Story of the Station Master’s Cottage. A new job, a bout of shingles and a few months later…...............ta da! Here it is, the spinechilling story of The Station Master’s Cottage by Gregoryno6 Read it if you dare…...........
I decided to start this journal, in a hope that I can purge myself of the tremendous fears that engulf my existence. Recently, as prescri…
I decided to start this journal, in a hope that I can purge myself of the tremendous fears that engulf my existence. Recently, as prescribed, I went to see a psychologist, against my better judgment. I always remember my dearly departed father referring to any Doc of the head as “scramblers”. Still I went. I don’t know what I was hoping to find. Perhaps some kind of miraculous cure? Yes, I believe in miracles. But not today. Believe me; if I knew the answers to all the questions, I would not need a psychologist! So, thinking, perhaps if I made a journal of my travels, not only would I be leaving some kind of testament to the end of my life, more importantly, maybe, in some way I could almost heal myself and eventually accept and be at peace with the inevitable. So, I am going to die. “We are all going to die” I hear you say. And you would be correct. But I have a time frame now. I do not have the luxury of denial. Yes, I have dreams. But it is hard to create dreams that will not come to fruition. Just the other day I was organising a 21st birthday part for my eldest Son. A party I do not know if I will be there to enjoy. I apologise if I sound like I am whining. The motivation to stay strong and not show weakness is survival. I have always been the glue. This, I created. And now, I want to be weak. I want to fall apart. I want to SCREAM at the top of my lungs. No point. They just don’t listen. “Stay strong”, “be positive”, if I hear those words one more time I will personally rip the ears from your head then place them in the pure sludge you insist I drink for breakfast each morning. If it is that good, why don’t you drink it? Scream here, if you don’t mind, I will.
Given my background in screen printing, I was sceptical about the t-shirt and printing quality. But I just got my first t-shirt in the ma…
Given my background in screen printing, I was sceptical about the t-shirt and printing quality. But I just got my first t-shirt in the mail, Peta (my partner) tested a SCREAM DRACULA SCREAM medium girls t-shirt. It was perfect, not plasticky like iron on, it feels like screen printed. The cotton was good quality and fits well. Really good and nice colour reproduction.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK I FEEL BETTER NOW…...I THINK!!!!!!!!!! I’M SOOOOO FRUSTRATED I JUST CAN’T GET TO WHERE I NEED TO GO!!!!!!!! Thanks just needed to tell someone and vent my anguish….....deep breath…....you can just ignore me now, i’m just quietly losing it…......no don’t , i just want someone to understand!!
If you die first and there’s life after death, could you write about it in pink lipstick on my mirror so I will see it in the morning whe…
If you die first and there’s life after death, could you write about it in pink lipstick on my mirror so I will see it in the morning when I am shaving? I want to know, and I think that would be a nice way to find out… Could a ghost spell out a sentence for me in liqueur chocolates? Or would a dead lover of mine appear before me in my sleep and write to me with wet kisses on the skin of my chest? Or dip her pale non-corporeal feet in honey and dance across my kitchen floor in a love letter of sweet honest proof of post mortem existence? / Ah, lie to me, lie to me. / Show me, ah… yes, perhaps… / The colours in the dreams of a girl who has been blind since birth, build me a ship from the fingernails of the dead, let me make love to a woman who eats only moonlight and grows fat as it waxes and starves as it wanes, I will grip a nest of snakes that cannot untie themselves from each other and must eat by some bizarre cooperation, and I will watch a bird that steals time and feeds it to its children howl across the pale sky of morning. / GIVE US WINGS, WINGS, WINGS! THOUGH WE PLUNGE INTO THE SEA! / Oh well, what the hell, sang McWatt. There is only us and there is only, after all, the devastating illusion, the spell that blinds us as we sing our lives. / She walks toward me in the glowing air the wire of her tattoos spiking outwards and holding, pricking the material of her shift. / “Where did you score the speed man?” / “There was no speed I have manic depression I keep it in a jar on the dressing table with all the mirrors all the mirrors I am a freak and a lunatic that means I am driven by the eagerness of the moon and I stand and shake in its light all night in the bright of it the bite of it! You can’t see me but I can see you and I will never tell you the secrets that I have seen when I was riding my bike by the river in the middle maybe the edge of the passionless still of the hour before dawn.” / Allow me the discretion the desecration. A big hairy fucking spider crawling up the back of my head. / Can I borrow your nail polish? I’ll give it back I promise. Meet you on the beaches of a sea of human teeth. Bathing in the sun. BATHING. In the SUN! / In the sun. / Ah… / Baking rigid in my own ribcage full of dust. / Take a deep breath. Remember me. Speak to me in the morning when we wake up our eyes slow and heavy and your skin like a warm world soft so soft so soft it is almost not there and perhaps it isn’t perhaps I am still alone and have made such fucking STUPID mistakes and fool hard hard hard idiot excuses. / Toast for me. Cereal for you. / Coffee and skinny legs. Sensuous and sinuous. Mundane and cruel. I have a milk carton full of stars. / Shut UP brain! / Just about had it with you! / Somewhere, something in the canyons of our vital exhausting victories. A frightened man lost in an ecstasy of dreams. Elsewhere. Nowhere. Else-when. / Love-sticky mouths setting us up in human and animal rhymes such a lingering kiss, oh stay with me spend the night smoke uncoiling your back pressed against me. / So how does your life progress, does it trip along in the aisles, are you bitter? Are you lonely? Is there more than this? Heart flame and hip shudder, a knife blade spearing us with desire. Turning on its edge. Laying us out here. Scratched over our bodies. / For me yes, put your small hands, such small hands, around my throat. The world loneliness, feel it in the back of your mouth, in the wetness of your cheeks. Push it around with the ends, the tips of your cigarette-stained fingers. Sleeping with me on the railroad tracks, the sky spreading around us an unknowable divine algorithm, an infinite scar of traced schemes and mechanics, a pressured measure of star-light, a coercion a compulsion, a spinning wild and furious END. It ends us. And I am so tired all the time, my neck aches and my wide eyes sting. I don’t understand anything of how the rest of the world seems to be able to carry out the tasks that they do, I can’t I won’t I don’t get it, I don’t I don’t. / The world, seared by the hands of man. / Write the best poetry lines of your life in giant red felt tip pen all over me. I am ok. I am, I’m… just tired, I – Hnnn… awareness spreads like the blood in my body through me, like ink over the world around me, dousing it, dipping it in my observation before it sizzles on my skin and billows in echoes of black steam. Soft hands in the dark and plates and masques and a fire that is conscious and walks across the pale, dry and furious, scoured and ancient earth. Stars, we are made from stars! I hold such things, such a collection a vault of minds a field of days, a skin of mornings, a need of longing. A longing for need. / More and more one after another pressing their faces to ancient stories, cults of prayer, of force, so very, very many, stricken with imagination and beauty, splendour, ecstasy, love and war. Crying out from beneath the waves. / A Pair of old shoes by the door and no-one, not anyone here but me. / Wet your long beautiful finger and dip it in the earth. Press it, hard, against my forehead. Paint tears for me in earth. Mix them with your own. / Dying is easy it’s what I’m living for. Sworn to secrecy and blood vows and blood letting and I swear I swear that is what we did not my idea hers and we bled for each other and into each other like the ghouls the ghasts the wights the vampires the fermented fragmented souls and boiling lives that we are. Angel mouth… a gluttony of souls. / Are things sad do things hurt? Who do you prefer? / Let me out and let me drown. / Let me in and let me down. Pinch my nose between serrated thumb and calloused fore-finger. Push my jaw with the hard heel of your aching other hand and fucking SCREAM / DOWN / MY / THROAT.
I was recently a member of DeviantArt (til about 2 hours ago) as well as here. As some of you may have seen, I have a piece in my galler…
I was recently a member of DeviantArt (til about 2 hours ago) as well as here. As some of you may have seen, I have a piece in my gallery called The Witcher. I had created this for a Fan Art Competition (on DeviantART) for a game of the same name. / I had written in the description “All original content”. Meaning that I did not use any of the content that was provided for us (not that the models were mine). I had just recieved a comment on my work that goes like this “ummm yes poser is very original content! / I mean placing that character and setting up the camera must have been time consuming and very technical! RESPECT!!!” So I procede to inform him that I meant that I did not use any Witcher content. I also informed him that he didn’t have to be so rude about it. I then removed all my work but The Witcher piece, went to his page and found out he had posted another comment on someone elses work to the effect of “wow poser strikes again. / Insert generic character / Insert generic props / F9 / Fudge background in photoshop / tada I can haz art!” I then reported him to the Etiquette Policy board. / The stupid thing is that HE’S a 3d artist, and because he has the time and know-how to create his own models, he think that the rest of us that use model packs are wannabes. He replied to my comment and said it was like taking someone’s picture and cutting it up and then putting it together differently and calling it your own. I think that comment would probably get a few photoshoppers mad. This guy has no concept what art is. Just because I don’t “make” my own models doesn’t mean that no creative thought goes into my work. And isn’t that what art is? The outcome of a creative thought. Rhonda
My choices were used on HomePage Today – Themed … / ‘Scream Like You Mean It’ / which included my own piece Scream / !http://images-1.redb…
My choices were used on HomePage Today – Themed … / ‘Scream Like You Mean It’ / which included my own piece Scream /
Recently I have placed in a couple of Challenges which is Great!! :) The first piece to place in a challenge was my ACEO – ‘Studded Sa…
Recently I have placed in a couple of Challenges which is Great!! :) The first piece to place in a challenge was my ACEO – ‘Studded Sanity’ / / - PIERCINGS Challenge / Tattoo, Piercing and Body Modification group / The Top Ten are all Featured in the Group The second was my / Right Shoulder Tattoo / / - THE ‘COLOURS’ CHALLENGE / Tattoo, Piercing and Body Modification group / The Top Ten are all Featured in The Group The third – coloured pencil drawing ‘LickIt’ / / - PENCIL ME IN – PORTRAITS USING COLORED PENCILS – / 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture group Plus my Etching ‘Scream’ was featured in the Group Emotional Adults – Not Happy Campers / Thanks ever so much for the votes and recognition.. / :) / Jax / DreddArt
“I have found myself like that young woman, screaming at the silent crowd,” / “What are you worshiping war for?” / “Why can’t you All sc…
“I have found myself like that young woman, screaming at the silent crowd,” / “What are you worshiping war for?” / “Why can’t you All scream with me, ‘Enough,’ out loud” / “The ring leader would silently show me the door” / “Look back those 90 years …Can’t you see the folly of it All?” / Then you go home & quietly have a big Bawl…” This was my comment I posted to blogger/writer/photographer/poet http://www.jayward33.blog-city.com/11th_hour.htm He has posted pictures of ‘Seaforth pipe band’ standing silently to attention / The silent watching crowd, with children too in their yellow Macks, / With the Constabulary, Canada’s Police with their back view, but don’t mention / Out of the Crowd comes forth yelling & screaming, quickly, silent he makes tracks / Swiftly this green bret gent moves to detain & silence her, calls the white coat dolts / In their Ambulance they detain her, claim she is Mentally Deranged.. ‘shuda Bolt.. / / Spur of the moment Writing…
It all started on December 20th,2007. Larry Smith sat on the edge of his bed with his 2 best friends sitting on the floor.”Man,Larry i ca…
It all started on December 20th,2007. Larry Smith sat on the edge of his bed with his 2 best friends sitting on the floor.”Man,Larry i can`t wait for christmas.I think my mom and dad is getting me that XBOX 360 i`ve been bragging about all week.” One of the boys said to Larry. “Yeah, i think my moms gonna get me that Dirt Bike and Four Wheller i`ve been asking for.” Another boy said. ” What happened to you guys holiday spirit.Christmas is suppose to be about Santa Clause and the egg nog that you drink at parties.” Larry told them.”Come on Larry you know we stopped believing in santa clause a long time ago.” Travis said. “Yeah Larry you need to listen to Travis. He may not always be right but i agree with him on this one. All i look forward to on Christmas is the presents and spending time with my mom.It`s the only time of the year she can spends all day with me instead of just 10 lowsy minutes” Andy said.” You guys are probably right. But is that all you really look forward to on Christmas?” Larry asked”No.Not really i also like the parties i go to and seeing people i never met before.”Travis answered.Bright and early the next morning Larry got up made him some breakfast set at the family table and thought about what his friends said.Then a knock came on the door.Larrys big sister Jena rushed downstairs and pushed larry so she could get to the door first.”Who is it!!!!” Hollard Jena.”Travis and Andy can Larry come out?”They asked.Jena unlocked the door and said….... “It`s your dorkish friends”. As they walked in they looked at Larry in a unfamilair way.”What”. Larry said spitting his ceral everywhere.”Come on dude don`t tell me you forgot. It`s saturday morning for petes sake why are you still in your PJ`s we are suppose to be out shopping for gifts for our moms and dads. But in Andys case mom.”Said Travis.”Oh. Yeah right the shopping.Sorry you guys i can`t make it.”Larry said.”Why not you`ve been saying you would be free on today.You even made a promise that you would`nt bail out at the last minute.” Andy said.”Yeah i know but.Ummmmmmmmmmm.I…I.I have to help Jena get ready for her prom tonight.” Larry said taking a big spoonful of ceral in his mouth.”What. My prom is`nt until a month from now.Look you guys Larrys lying he does`nt have anything to do but sleep.He was up all night doing some homework.” Jena said.”But we didn`t have any homework!”Travis yelled.Jena ran upstairs as fast as she could.”Look Larry you are my best friend but if you keep continuing to lie like this.We won`t have a friendship!Now are you going or not?”Travis asked angerly.”Alright im going.Give me 5 minutes to change.”Said Larry.”Alright 5 minutes or else.”Andy said.”Don`t push it And”.Said Larry.As Larry ran upstairs Jena looked at him and started laughing.Larry wondered why she was laughing but he didn`t ask he just looked at her and ran in his room.After larry put on his stuff he ran outside to Andy and Travis.”Right on time too.”Travis said. As they left off the porch they ran into 2 old enemies.Alex Matason and Bug Brain.”Well,well,well.Look what the cat spit out.Alex Matason and Bug Brain.” Said Travis.”Aw Travis i think you better leave them alone they got a dog.”Said Larry.”Stop being such a wimp Lar they are not gonna do anything with those dogs.”Said Andy.”I think you need to listen to your boy for you get wiped on my by me and my homeboy.Oh and lil Sparky here to.” Said Bug Brain.”Like i said before you ain`t do nothing with that mutt or your homeboy.”Travis said to Bug Brain. “Didn`t we teach you last that you should mind who you talk to.”Said Andy. “What punk i`ll whip your tail.”Said Bug Brain.”Sick`em boy”.Then the boys started to run with the dog on there tail and the other 2 boys behind them.They hit the corner and lost Bug Brain,Alex,and the dog.”Man that was a close one when are you two gonna learn how to keep your big mouths shut you almost got us killed today. Didn`t you see how big that dog was.He could have eaten us alive.” Said Larry.”Stop your worries he was just trying to scare us.” Said Travis.”Well it worked thanks to you and Andy.By the way where is Andy.”Asked Larry. Then they heard a scream. It was Andy they had caught him and the dog was eating him up.”Help, help.Help me Travis,Larry help!”yelled Andy.”Leave him alone he didn`t do anything to you or that mingy mutt.”Said Travis.”You know you got alot of nerve talking to me and my boy like that.” Said Alex.”You aint gonna do nuttin punk about it”said Travis.”Yeah aight.Try me.”Said Alex.Alex threw the first punch and bam. Travis was out like a light.When he woke up he was in a wheelchair in the middle of a hospital.”Wha…what happened?”asked Travis.”Alex threw the first punch and you went down like that.”Larry said snapping his fingers.That can`t be possible he was just right here.”Said Travis.”Yeah hours ago.”Said Andy.”Andy buddy are you alright all i remember was that Alex and Bug Brain`s dog was eating you up and bitting you with his visus teeth.”Said Travis sadly.”Yeah im okay thanks to you and Larry.Larry was amazing after you and Bug Brain got into it and he knoced you out.Larry jumped in it and took on both of them.But he got knocked down.And had a slittyly sprained arm.But thats okay he just has to rest for the next 2 weeks or so.”Andy said.”Man what are we gonna tell our parents?”Asked Travis scared.”I don`t know about you but me and Andy already called our moms and dads explaining what had happened.”Said Larry.”What.Ya`ll just going to let me hang like that.Ya`ll suppose to be my boys we look after each other.”Travis told them.”I know,i know,i know.But this time we couldn`t bail you out you made your own desicion nobody asked you to help me.”Said Andy.”Hold up, hold up,hold up. You were the one screaming like a little girl talking bout.Travis Larry help please help me.”Travis said immatating a girl.”Yeah but how was i suppose to know you were acutually gonna help?”Asked Andy.”Because were boys and like i said we look after each other.”Said Travis.”Man i am in so much trouble.I can’t stand ya`ll”Yelled Travis.”Yall couldn`t bail me out this 1 time”Said Travis.”Travis we have been bailing you out ever since…..well forever.”Said Larry.Later that day when Travis arrived home he had a sprained arm a concusion on his head and a broken leg.”Mom and dad now before you say anything they started it.We were on our way to the mall when they said they were…...Well you know.”Said Travis.”No i don`t know Travis tell me.”Said his father angerly.”well it all sstarted like this.”He said studdering
Screaming She screamed into the darkness / The blackest of the black / She felt her heart explode / He didn’t love her back / She lay her …
Screaming She screamed into the darkness / The blackest of the black / She felt her heart explode / He didn’t love her back / She lay her head down sobbing / The grief without release / She saw her body dying / He would give her no peace / She cried aloud ‘just kill me now!’ / The blindest of the blind / She could not decide her fate / He now controlled her mind / She trembled in the coldest night / The loneliness of the damned / She reached out for what once was / He pushed away her hand / She screamed into the darkness / The blackest of the black / She felt her heart exploding / He’d never love her back p.s. please read my Unleashed entry
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