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The Story of Jorge by anathemadevice, literature

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The Story of Jorge

Once upon a time, as all fairy tales should start, there lived a pill bug named Jorge. Jorge was a most clever pill bug and felt that being a mere pill bug with such an intellect as his was downright disgraceful. He knew of a witch that lived in the darkest part of the forest. He would do everything he could to convince her to turn him into the most evolved of beings so that he could live to his fullest potential! He ran for days and days as quickly as his six legs could carry him, rarely stopping for food or drink and only curling into an armored ball when absolutely necessary. After a month of traveling into the darkest recesses of the fo

The Humiliation of Foo Foo by anathemadevice, literature

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The Humiliation of Foo Foo

A long time ago, when faeries still fluttered about visibly and animals spoke without worrying that some virtually hairless monkey would overhear, there lived a fat little bunny named Foo Foo. Little Bunny Foo Foo was a forest rabbit. He was brown and had a star bright fluffy tail. He had super strong hind legs that helped him leap about and run away from mean, bad things like foxes. He enjoyed lounging around in his favorite meadow just outside of the forest and eating coltsfoot and clover. One year, a family of field mice came to live in the happy meadow in which Little Bunny Foo Foo spent his sunny days. He greeted them all with

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Scars by anathemadevice, literature

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Scars

It wasn't a particularly dark or stormy night when old Mrs. Johnson at the end of the street was murdered. In fact, it wasn't night at all. It was early in the afternoon on a hot summer day. I could say she was scary looking, or had too many cats, or that she rarely came out of her house, but that simply wasn't the case. She was a really nice old lady. She didn't smell like an old lady. She made cookies every day and left her windows open so we could all smell them. We'd run over to her house, and she'd hand them out to us with a conspiratorial look on her face. A smile that said, "Now don't tell your parents," and twinkling blue eyes. Somet

Thirteen Angels by anathemadevice, literature

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Thirteen Angels

he saw her again just standing there with the wind blowing her hair around her face. she was beautiful, and he knew he had to find a way to touch her. to be with her. this one was special. he would do it right. he wouldn't mess up like he had with the others and scare her off. this one would stay. he watched her and tried not to look too obvious. she had stunning green eyes. they seared through him every time she glanced his way. her soft, supple lips he could almost imagine pressed against his own and the sweetness of her saliva when he tasted her mouth. her flaxen hair framed her face in such a way as if God Himself were trying to show off

Power Fantasy by anathemadevice, literature

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Power Fantasy

nights are pretty empty most of the time. most people are asleep. things are generally quiet, especially here. it's only at night time that i think about it. about how i want to destroy you. i play it out in my mind. the best ways to do it. maximum pain and humiliation. maximum enjoyment for myself. i'd like to scrub the pounds of makeup off of your face with 20 grit sandpaper and make sure it's all rinsed off with turpentine. such a pretty face. let's clean it up, shall we? i just want to see what's under there. there's nothing that made me want this. nothing tangible. you're just so hollow. you make the perfect fucktoy. i bet you're great

Pretty Like Her by anathemadevice, literature

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Pretty Like Her

I wanted to be beautiful like Cindy Wolf. She was the perfect girl with the perfect clothes, and I was nobody. I was one of those non-people that you never notice. The girl behind the cash register at the grocery store that you only speak to if you have a coupon. The lump waiting for the bus with whom you never make eye contact. So I started following her. It was easy because nobody ever noticed me. I wasn't weird enough or different enough to be talked about or made fun of. The only trauma I ever suffered growing up was being completely and utterly unnoticed. I thought, "At least now, I can put that to good use." She lived in a really beau

When water loved a fake flower by anathemadevice, literature

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The Story of Jorge by anathemadevice, literature

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United States
Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: Cloud 9
Favourite genre of music: I like a little of everything.
Shell of choice: Bash
Favourite cartoon character: Filler Bunny, Delerium
Personal Quote: I felt sorry for the Gods.

Favourite Movies

Real Genius

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jeff Buckley

Favourite Writers

Too many to list. =x

Favourite Games

WoW, WAR, Zelda, Animal Crossing, Wii Fit

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii

Tools of the Trade

Pen, pencil, notepad and a camera.

Other Interests

Nursing, Biology, Anthropology, Horror, Photography

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anathemadevice

Jun 17, 2010

Oh. Hi.

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I haven't been here in forever. I have a ton of stories floating in my head that haven't had an outlet lately, too. It almost makes me feel like a house full of schizophrenics--the voices aren't really talking to me; they're talking to each other haha.  Although I suppose my semi-consciousness has been bugging my slightly-more-conscious(ness) to write them down or at least take notes. I should at least do that somewhere, even if it isn't here. Right? Life has been busy. Busy is sort of an understatement. Maybe I mean eventful. Something like that.  I graduated from nursing school. I now save lives for a living...or sometimes help people exit

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anathemadevice

Mar 20, 2005

updated.

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so i slapped something down in notepad that was based on an idea i had floating around in my head.  it's not exactly the way it's meant to be, but i figured i'd put it up for now.  it may or may not get worked on in the future. :pacman:  

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anathemadevice

Dec 7, 2004

what i want for christmas

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:xmas:  there's something special that i'd like from you for xmas this year. it's not books (although there are a ton of those that i desire) or movies (ditto) or music (ditto ditto). it's not a pretty pink or silver i-pod, although i do kinda wish for santa to bring me one of those. they're just so neat. but what i really want this year isn't something you can buy in a store or online or even from some guy in a dark alley wearing a trench coat.  :rudolph: :santa:  if you can, i'd really like it if you would register to become a bone marrow donor (http://www.marrow.org). it's really not that scary unless you would simply rather die than let