I'm just putting random things here. Hopefully some of it's cool! Enjoy looking through my world!
- Created By ZackFan
His Precious Gift
(Try to guess what he’s looking for) He wandered around in the sand. His eyes missed nothing as he scanned it. Where was it? He dropped it around the area. Where? Where? Where? It was frustrating. Not only cause of the sand, but bec...Been a While
So yeah...I think I might have forgotten about this. Oops. Well I'm back hopefully and I came back with a new drawing I did of Sackboy!!! Yaaaa! Bought Little Big Planet 2 and beat it!!! I love Sackboy. So adorable! Anyways, I've been putting my styff up on deviantart cause who knows. It's wierd forgetting about this. I hate forgetting things. Sorry if that's random. I didn't call this place random coolness service for nothing! Oh I'm also on twitter! Yaaaa!!! I follow Ryan Bader and Jake Shields and Dana White!!! Love Shields and Bader....They're so.........good looking...hot! Ahem, anyways, onward to a diffrent subject. I got a artstudio for the wii! it's awewsome! I love it!........I love alot of things...That's awesome. So I wrote a new story that I, take a guess, put up on deviantart. I think I really love that place too...Yup! Well the story's pretty cool! Maybe a little wiers. It was from a dream of mine...with Aizen. It's set in Hueco Mundo! It was fun to write and it's kind of an old story. I found out in this notebook of mine from like freshmen year. Makes me feel young! It was like I said a dream of mine! Lucky for me I wrote most of it down, or at least what I could remember! Well, yeah. It feels good to be putting a new entry in here! I don't like to be gone long periods but I'm 18 and I graduated already so being gone is normal I guess. Gotta find a job cause I do hate being stuck in the house forever. Just want time to be able to put new entries and do other good stuff! I'll find a good job then afterwards I'll find some college and goo to school. That should be fun too, I hope. I';; probably play the quite game again. That's been going well for me so far! Gets me whatever I want...mwahahaha (totaly evil!) Okay, I'm officialy wierd well, if ever in need of help on whatever, be it personal or non personal, I'll be glad to help. I like helping, it's nice and it makes me feel great so yeah, I end here. Laters!
My new drawing! Little Big Street! Featuring Sackboy!!!
Merry Christmas Halo
On a regular day, Halo always got eight hours of sleep and a full breakfast whenever she woke up. However, after Thanksgiving, things start to get complicated. First, make a list of all the people to give gifts to. The list, or the extremely huge...Senses
I’ve seen him before. His gaze was cold yet warming. The look on his face was that of a person who got what he wanted. Never in my life had I seen such a man. Never had I seen someone with a gaze so piercing, it made everyone turn around and never think about coming near him again. This man. Who was he? What was he? A god? Human or perhaps something we could only think of in a dream?
That voice. It was made of silver and could probably change the direction of a rampaging ocean on the brink of flooding the world. The way a single syllable sounded coming from those lips. Lips made of bitter-sweet poison that could steal your very soul from your body. Words that sound like love, but are really persuasive melodies that lead you in harms way. I’ve heard that voice.
The smell of familiar victory is now defeat. It changes to lure you in, always altering to what you like. You think what you smelled was that of a sweet and satisfying dessert. You don’t realize it was really a poisonous gas sinking into your body and devouring your very existence. It will continue to cleanse you till you fall and never again get up. I’ve smelled this smell. His scent that will never leave.
Have you felt him? The skin that’s soft yet rough like the hard ground you hit after feeling cold steel run through your body. Has he ever touched you with those very hands? They feel comforting. They feel assuring. They feel like you’ll be safe in those hands. Like you’ll never have to fear being hurt again. Maybe the feeling is true, but always be aware of the feeling of soft, rough hands running cold steel through your body.
What did I taste? This crimson mess pouring down my face, leaking from my mouth. Such a absolute taste of death and betrayal. Or perhaps it wasn’t an end, but a beginning of an endless torture of trust and more betrayal. What did his lips taste? Was it that same flavor of blood? Was it his own? Or was it something more? What is so different between what is flowing in us? I’ve tasted this before. It’s bitter and sweet but it’s not the same coming from him.
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