Ding Dong the Doodle's Gone!For some reason, I haven't wanted to read comics or write things. I've just wanted to draw shit. Yes, steaming piles of dung. What else could that mean? XDDing Dong the Doodle's Gone! by Scintillant-H
That's just... that. But in other news, there's a Doodles update! (yes, speaking of "shit" )
He had been warned not to "attack" other's art, and continued to do so anyway, though he did seem to stop the sex-rap-poems, which was also something he was ordered to stop doing.
During his idiocy, he had made a crack about my being poor and I told him to maybe reconsider being quite so heartless about such comments as some people who are poor have suicidal thoughts. In fact, in today's American economy, it's unfortunately common. He replied to tell me that it's my own fault that I'm poor because I get online instead of looking for a job. We've had enough exchanges that he knows I'm only online very briefly each day because the library doesn't allow people to hog computers and he also knows that part of that internet time is spe
She felt so lost and helpless. The vast wasteland spread as far as she could see, the numerous sandy hills seemingly never ending. She had tried to force herself to go on and try to find shelter but her body refused to move an inch further. So there she lay, face down in the hot sand, light blazing down on her already scorched skin.
She knew it was watching, she knew it was slowly moving closer to her. Fear gripped her mind as she struggled to get up once more. Her body screamed in pain, begging her to stop and rest. But she could not comply. It was still there. It had followed her from her home into the bleak emptiness of the desert.
How had it known where she would go? How had it managed to keep following her? She never saw it move and yet it was always on her tail. It had haunted her for as long as she could remembered, never faltering or changing its pace. She shuddered, it saw her now, she could feels its eyes upon her. Standing once more she began to walk again, her only comfort in that soon night would fall and its eyes would close.
She never feared the darkness, in fact it brought her peace. It did not like the night hours. She did not know why it chose to hide itself in the late and early hours, though she did not question it. Gratitude was all she had to offer to the darkness since it, like her follower, was consistent. Then why not fear the night? They were the same, it and the night, always coming and always going. But the night's eyes were blind to her and she was thankful for its cover.
Darkness fell and she collapsed on to the sand once again. Relief washed over her, as did despair. How much longer could she run? It would always find her. It was only a matter of hours before it could see her again. The thought brought tears of defeat to her eyes. She missed her friends and family, it had been years since she had last seen them. But she could never return, she knew, for they said her fear was irrational. The doctors and medicine never helped, her family never understood.
They must not see it, she had figured, it hides itself from them and only tortures her with its ever staring eyes. Again she shuddered, the tears flowing more freely. No long could she run, no longer could she hide. The strain on her body and mind was too much. So there she lay, throat parched and tears streaming down her face from the fear. This would be the last night she would hide from it. In the morning it would find her and she would let it.
The sun would claim another.
I am: |
*20 years old
*a native of Texas, the best state ever
*a fanatic. I don't just 'like' things, I obsess over them
*in an unhealthy relationship with Star Wars, Transformers, Assassin's Creed, Halo, Dark Souls, CreepyPasta, cats, weird faces and Italian food
*terrible at talking to people face to face. I have the social skills of a Spartan
*not going to bite you, probably.