The Devil Is A Southern Belle by Zeltrix, literature
Literature
The Devil Is A Southern Belle
The man stood at her door, dark and imposing. He wasn't a large man by any standards, he wasn't small, of course, but he had an air about him that would send shivers down even the most foolhardy of the men in this world.
Yet she was no man.
The man moved, from his statuesque stillness, to knock at her door, only to watch it open before his knuckles reached its ebony surface. "Come in," was all she said, all she needed to say. He obeyed silently.
She had been expecting him.
You see, the Devil only moves to make deals when he has something to gain, as is his nature: opportunistic and self serving, idle and passive to the very moment
I feel that mankind has forgotten its greatest fear: the fear of death. This was brought to my attention by one of my friends saying that most people fear spiders more then death. Personally that ticks me off. The only reason to fear spiders is the thought that they could kill you (yes I understand that many of you dislike the way it feels when they crawl on your skin but thats no reason to fear them) and yet there are those of you that fear the bringer of death more then death itself. Strangely enough almost all fears trace themselves back to the fear of death or one of our other primal fears and yet, with the exception of darkness,
I feel that mankind has forgotten its greatest fear: the fear of death. This was brought to my attention by one of my friends saying that most people fear spiders more then death. Personally that ticks me off. The only reason to fear spiders is the thought that they could kill you (yes I understand that many of you dislike the way it feels when they crawl on your skin but thats no reason to fear them) and yet there are those of you that fear the bringer of death more then death itself. Strangely enough almost all fears trace themselves back to the fear of death or one of our other primal fears and yet, with the exception of darkness,
The Devil Is A Southern Belle by Zeltrix, literature
Literature
The Devil Is A Southern Belle
The man stood at her door, dark and imposing. He wasn't a large man by any standards, he wasn't small, of course, but he had an air about him that would send shivers down even the most foolhardy of the men in this world.
Yet she was no man.
The man moved, from his statuesque stillness, to knock at her door, only to watch it open before his knuckles reached its ebony surface. "Come in," was all she said, all she needed to say. He obeyed silently.
She had been expecting him.
You see, the Devil only moves to make deals when he has something to gain, as is his nature: opportunistic and self serving, idle and passive to the very moment
Current Residence: Just beyond your feild of vision Favourite genre of music: any kind of rock as long as its good Shell of choice: A tricked out turbo snail shell (those guys BOOK) Skin of choice: An exoskeleton Personal Quote: And the world keeps quietly ticking on, in this deafening roar.
Favourite Visual Artist
I really can't decide
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Pink Floyd, Rob Zombie, ZZ Top, Zappa, Who, Yes, Rush, WolfMother, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Dead Kennedys
Favourite Games
Rachet & Clank, Zelda
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3/Wii
Tools of the Trade
Anything sharp
Other Interests
Swords, writing, futuristic landscapes, life, fractals, math
I just started writing again today, and I'm sad that I literally can't post it here, it's erodigic (inspired in part by House of Leaves and mostly nonsensical, but it is really damn fun to write so I continue. On a related note, a ways back I wrote plans for a graphic novel that I don't have the talent to draw and with any luck I'll post that up sometime soon, along with a character list and an extremely basic plot rundown, although I might only send those last two to someone who agrees to draw it for me. Other than that not much is really going on in my life, which makes me wonder why I really posted this up in the first place... But that's
Right now I have 666 page views! Yes! I think this means I'll start posting what I write again. By the way sorry about the long gap, it's just that I've been writing about five things at once and making little headway in any of them, I'm not even sure where to go with twisted love anymore. Plus the only realizations I've had that don't branch out of self pity are all ones people before me have realized with better wording.