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By Jonathan Delacuso
This short story is a direct sequel to L'art sanglante, and is also a comission for Abstract Kash who was so kind to lend me her character Alexander from 'Tormented' to toy around with (so in a way it is a sequel to your story too, ei Kash?). The story is centered mostly around Alex, who is the...
'Emily Maxwell's life couldn't get any better' that's what everybody has to say, except her. With a wealthy successful husband, her mischievous little son and money that could buy almost Everything, what could possibly be out of picture?
I wrote this short story for the Tattoo Love contest by...
Just as armor will protect warriors in a battle against opposing forces, God's armor will protect us against the Foe and Enemy who strives tenaciously to defeat all of us in the battle of life.
My personal story of my childhood abuse, neglect and molestation by my Uncle and how that shaped me into the person I am today. How the molestation forever changed a five or six year old into a homosexual later in life. The negativity that arose as a result and all the pain that accompanied...
By Xxxfire Heartxxx
Every word of this poem is full of disturbed memories of mine, but is free to be looked at in any way you would like to interpret, as always.
A Prisoner, Deathrow, her story.
evil, complex, sad.
compelling story of one womans view of the world through the lense of a camera and the twisted thoughts in her mind.
Tormented for being different, you should stick up for what you believe in. Act like yourself, not like a robot.
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing
By Undeniably Angelic
A tormented girl tries to convince the one she loves to kill her.
By Dana The Cyberpoet
Remember a magician called "Svengalli" from a long ago and lost cinema flick. With a goaty, black beard, beatty eyes, black tuxedo and wand he would electronically control clients. Perhaps such as with "Smart Pills". They could mean "freedom" but beware...
By Nanna Marie Andersen
Have you ever thought about the complexity of the mind? It stores your relationships, your knowledge and yourself. What would you do if the memories, that made you who you were, just disappeared? Could you say you wouldn't go insane?
Melina was born in a mental institution - or so she was...
By Black Enigma
A blind boy unwanted by his parents...
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 6
This is the first poem I wrote. It's about a poor tormented self harmer.
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
you left me nothing,even a single grain... now i know life is unfair