If you could see the beast you've made of me I shook and cried by the full moon's light in the woods after reading that note... I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me. So I held it in and ran as far away from you as I could. I ran until the full moon shone through the clouds. My heart was broken and there was no way I could forgive you. The wolves started to howl in the distance and I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I howled right along with the wolves, softly at first gradually turning into a blood-curdling scream heard for miles in the dark. I stopped crying and got on all fours letting out another mighty howl. I felt as if I was being possessed by the legendary wolf spirits of the Native Americans. My blood felt as if it had your voice. With the last part of my brain that was left free I prayed to the saints that they could help me now but it was too late, the ropes have been unbound. I sniffed the air for your scent and I ran in the direction of town. My blood rushes, howling as I geIf you could see the beast you've made of me by andieisawesome2
Apperance vs RealityI seem to be calm and collected during major projectsApperance vs Reality by andieisawesome2
But I really am going out of my mind at a fast pace.
I seem to be nice at times of tons of homework
But I really am vicious and angry.
I seem to be fearless and confidant
But I really am scared of many things including death.
I seem to be happy
But I really am depressed.
I seem to be stable
But I really am falling apart.
I seem to be level headed
But I really am murderous and revengeful.
|I hope you like my art but mostly my writings.|
How long have you been on DeviantArt?: about 3 years
What does your username mean?: its nothing but my nickname
Describe yourself in three words. : sleepy, angry, nerd
Are you left or right handed?: right handed
What was your first deviation?: lets not even go there
What is your favourite type of art to create?: i cant draw so i write
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?: uhhhhhh, i have no idea
What was your first favourite?: that was so long ago please dont
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?: i dont know
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?: dont have one actually
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?: i dunno, thats a lotta people
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?: i dont think anyone on her has tbh...
What are your preferred tools to create art?: once again, i dont draw i write
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?: probably outside
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?: i cant remember much...
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It crawled across my bedroom floor, slithering and sliding along the floorboards. It sat in the corner on those rainy nights, looking at me, smiling at me...waiting for me. Some nights before I met my untimely demise, it would talk to me. It told me of a place where everybody lived in harmony. It warned me of our world’s fate, crumbling and falling giving way to the world it talked about. When I would have night terrors of universal death and destruction, it comforted me and held me when nobody else did. Most nights it just slithered, crawled, and slid around my room. Across the ceiling, along the walls and the floorboards…
It came in the night…
It once confronted me during the day while my mother was out. I saw its face for the first time that day. It was human. Its hair was wild and black as night. Its face seemed rather calm compared to what it preached about. Its face was painted like a clowns, replacing the neon colors for gray and white. When it smiled its long white fangs would clack together, sounding much like the rattling of bones. The white of its eyes were orange while the irises were red. It didn’t seem to have a gender nor did it have a name. It told me the end was near if the humans didn’t shape up. During the day it floated around the house, unseen to those other than me.
It came in the night…
The day before my death it attacked me during the night, screeching about how foolish the human race was and that nobody believed them. I woke up and looked at it, trying to calm it down. It growled and scratched at my face, leaving 3 long claw marks on my face. It went silent, muttering about how we were going to die.
It came in the night…
I went about my day before I died. I hadn’t seen it all day and I was worried it had left. I shrugged it off, talking to my friends about it and what it had said. I even searched up the creature. As expected, one lone book had been published by one of its supposed survivors. The book talked about everything from the day it arrived to when it vanished. It had arrived at the victim’s house on August 27th 1985 at 2:14 A.M. I was nervous of course, the book told that the creature would only come back one more time before the world fell into world war 3. It vanished a week after its appearance, right before school started for the rest of the United States. The further I read on the more worried I got. I was close to vomiting when I read that the last person it chose would be killed. I went to run for the bathroom when I keeled over, my heart stopping. I died due to the creature stopping my heart. I saw the creature again in the afterlife, wandering the earth and seeking out more victims for the devil.
It came in the day...