A Foundplace Story: Part5--Starting Lost
The words seemed to repeat once more in Laura's head as if to remind her of the deal she had made. There was no need really, it had only been seconds since they had been said. And yet in those seconds after she had been ported to another place, a city by the looks of things, she began to feel the weight of her emotions finally crashing down on her.
Tears came unbidden and now there was nothing she could do to stop them. So she let her self go and cried silently, except for the occasional whimper and shutter of breath, in the ugly ally she had found her self. She cried because the pain her friends suffered before dieing and she cried because they had died too soon in their lives. She cried because she had survived and she cried because it might not be for long and she cried because of the pain that was sure to come as well as the pain she felt in her heart; an emotional pain that hurt like any physical pain but with out a source of injury on the body that could be treated. Laura cried b
RumorsThey say that any given person is shrouded in 67 lies.
They also say there are 13 truths hidden inside.
And If you are able to find and rid yourself of those 67 lies
You will find the 13 truths.
What happens when you find them?
They say that you can ascend into a state of absolute,
Gambling With The DevilIt was the worst fucking day of my life. Scratch that and make it week. Worst week of my life. My buddies, Alex and Rick, decided to take me out someplace special for my birthday. Turned out to be a casino. I knew a crap load about gambling so they figured they would take me out and we'd have fun, right?
Wrong. I have gambling addiction, it took hell for me to break it and get my life together enough to be able marry Ashley and I hadn't wanted to goo back. But I wanted to play so bad and my bud didn't need much to convince me otherwise. I never told anyone about it so how the hell were they supposed to know?
So I started to play and I was winning. Winning until I fucking lost. But I couldn't stop there. I had to win it back, I had to. So with that I ended up taking more too much money and losing it. Ashley found out and was pissed. We argued for a good while. I ended up kicked out of the house for the kids protection, and probably on a silent note, her protection. I ended up running of
A Nonsensical SupriseFor deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a creepy surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Turtle, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Waah!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly danced. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 cows. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
Weird RivalsOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Adin who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Surgical Technician. He trained every day for 42 hours in order to beat his rival, The Blue Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Adin came armed with a mask and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Adin emerged as the insane victor! His achievement is celebrated every Halloween.
A True Story of InsperationA young woman named Alexia loved making art, and practiced Writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical doll, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Rome, and a portrait of David Tennant that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby statue for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Writing to create the most beautiful deviation depicting cats hiding anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, statue!"
Strange adviceMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after Bunnies because you'll only end up with a Duck in your eyes." I never quite understood his advice until one Halloween, I was gardening with my best friend Laura. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was Vainglorious and spooky sounds came from deep within. Laura saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
The Broken BreakingWhen I looked into your eyes you broke me.
When you said the words (those dreadful words!) you broke my spirit.
When you cut the symbols and seals into my flesh you broke my body.
And when you scattered my parts away
So I could not heal as one
And hid my pieces so none would find me
For you had not broken my mind.
So I was forced to watch humanity.
Watch as they lived.
As they created.
And as they destroyed.
It was they
Who broke my mind.
I could only watch
Though I itched to move
to do something!
Humanity was a broken record.
It just kept repeating the same damn thing!
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over!
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again an
Paradoxal TrapIt had been a trap. Beautifully constructed, but a trap all the same. And yet I could not help but admire it, even as it was becoming clearer and clearer that it would be my doom. Yet it had begun as my godsend. I would have laughed if I could.
But I couldn't. But I could.
I had once been a rather dreadful person to be around. I always demanded better, a sort of need to bring order to a world full of so much chaos. And yet even as I rose to power I knew how much I needed that chaos to sustain my throne. With out a villain there can be no hero.
And I played my role well. I was the director and the actor. I was the bane of all that was seen as a threat to my people and the savior of the weak. They believed that it was they who gave me power, yet it was I who held it all along. I pulled their strings and they so willingly followed.
There had been those who painted me the villain, the villain hiding under the mask of a hero. How right they were. Yet how wrong as well. The louder, better we