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A Study in Body Glitter Jared was murdered while Jessie was still dancing on the pole. I only noticed something was up when I walked in the dressing room to see Diamond crying, covered in both blood and body glitter.A Study in Body Glitter by a-dehn
Diamond, the poor bitch, had found Jared in the last stall of the public girls’ restroom which, due to the nature of strip clubs, is rarely frequented (even by the dancers themselves considering we have our own private bathroom in the back). Jared, the club owner at the time, was frequently in the empty restroom doing coke with another performer; the only other people who used those toilets were the dancers needing a place to cry about their lives. Unfortunately for Jared, someone else had joined him in the handicapped stall that night—and it wasn’t for coke. When Jessie walked in the dressing room and found out what was happening, she sent me to ask Big Jim to lock the customers inside before calling the police. A lot of the girls became uneasy at the thought of p
Cruel ObsidianCruel ObsidianCruel Obsidian by dndgod336
The Urgroei Jungle. Beautiful. Animals live in harmony in the dense jungle. Crescendos of green vegetation contrast cascades of blue sky. The wildlife fills in any gaps with the rest of the spectrum.
Simultaneously grotesque, a dark secret hides beneath the underbrush. Blood from ages past fills pockets of dark obsidian hungry for more. The jungle itself doesn’t have bloodlust, rather, it is the cancerous black glass that thirsts for innocence.
A boy, small yet bold, tentatively steps forward. He leans against ravenous darkness, listening. For the longest time, no reply comes. Patiently he waits, he listens, for anything.
A symphony of chirps fills the silence. The jungle is alive, the cold obsidian is dead. He hears the jungle breathe. He can hear it speak to him, Please boy, go closer. Speak with it. It is not dead, merely sleeping.
He examines its markings. The intense gold etchings on the obsidian obelisk have cruel, sharp edges that cut the eyes on three
Like Only the Stars are WatchingMr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted.Like Only the Stars are Watching by TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
“She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said.
“In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said.
Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.”
“No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes across the farm.”
“I don’t think she liked this farm as much as you think,” Kurt said. “We should take the boat and spread her ashes out at sea. She would like that better.”
Lisa Marie huffed and crossed her arms. “Mom told me everything, and I can promise you that what she would want is to be here, on the farm.
The Drop Slot Mr. Johnson had many cars, but he loved one car in particular.The Drop Slot by xlntwtch
He drove his wonderful, carefully waxed antique Volvo daily, and today was no exception. He loved to drive.
If one were to describe Mr. Johnson, it could take three initials: CEO.
If one were to describe his personality, it could take a story--a short one.
Two letters to mail this morning, Johnson thought. I can do this by myself.
It would take three days for the letters to arrive via the postal system, but they were the type that began: "Dear (Mr./Ms.). I know you've done your best for the company, but I must inform you that your job is no longer feasible...."
In other words, Mr. Johnson was sending letters by post to fire two employees he knew personally.
Both had served him well, but now they'd be replaced by a machine.
Johnson gave his employees notice no matter what. For Ms. Marcia, he'd let her benefits continue an extra month.
She had a medical condition that tugg
My wife doesn't know...--1--My wife doesn't know... by RemiroQuai
"Gah!" I almost trip over the loose tile in the hallway of the old apartment complex. With a carefully selected bouquet in my right hand and my left hand firmly around the box in my pocket I stumble into the lift, just catching it as the doors were already closing. The button for the sixth floor is already lit, “He must be one of her neighbours” I think as we start to move up.
Just six more floors, three doors down on the left side and I will be able to ask her to marry me. Trying the ‘wife’ word out once again I say ”My wife doesn't know." to the absolutely exhausted man hanging onto the railing preventing him from falling down. I present to him the flowers and the ring I bought her in Budapest; well, at least, the box it is held in.
He frowns at it, almost as if he can look right through it and says:"I'm sure she'll love it. Good luck mate." My companion in elevation looks puzzled for a moment and then mumbles:”What time is i
|These are all the submissions I get for ScreamPrompts. Check them out; not all the submissions I receive make it to the group's gallery but they are all in this collection. You might find some hidden gems in here!|
Help a brother/sister out.Some people really do have it worse than you. A while ago I poted a journal and a poll asking my watchers if they have or knew anyone who has financial trouble. Though the results weren't exactly staggering, It nevertheless warrants attention.Help a brother/sister out. by MagicallyCapricious
Today's article will center around artists who need help. You can decide for yourself who is priority, but I do have my own and I will make them clear.
As an added bonus, if you want to pay them and have me draw, that will be absolutely fine. Some of these people don't have the time/energy/resources to take commissions for that little bit of extra cash. I am also doing everything I can to help, so let me know if you've donated to them and want me to draw, I will draw (some)thing(s) for you proportional to what you've given.
:iconproject-pay-forward: is doing something similar. go visit them and try to help where you can if you're in the mood.
Without further ado... Here are a few of many who need your assistance.
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume IVWhat's This?30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume IV by LadyLincoln
Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. If there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to read the first three articles in this series.
Lets Meet A Few More of Them:
Truth, Beauty by batousaijinDazzling Tones of Light by batousaijin
Ademir Returns by b1gfanEl Dia de los Difuntos by b1gfanBefore Her Death by b1gfanThis Light, Speechless by b1gfan
The Expected Part 1 of 4 by danielzkleinThe Shambler by danielzkleinHow To Write by danielzklein:thumb20048559
Nobody's HeroineAlong the rows of homes with green lawns and SUVs in the driveways, the elementary school across the street and the park one block over, Nina had picked up more dope in that neighborhood than anywhere else in town. She had done many deals there over the years but for the first time in a long while, something was off.
She pulled up across the street from the house and took out her phone. "I don't know about this."
"I've known Anthony for years. He's cool. He's a good guy to have on speed dial if you know what I mean." Angie said.
"You know this is a bad idea. Why couldn't you do this?"
"I had to work. Besides, we can't wait anymore. Rent is due in three days."
"Five," Nina said, buying forty-eight imaginary hours.
"Whatever. You still need to come up with your half of the bills. You're not new to this, what is your frickin' deal?" Angie asked.
Nina caught some headl