As the trio of officers tore at the planks, they soon became acutely aware that مزید than just three lone people were working to get the body out- there was a fourth force, and this force was coming from the undersurface of the floor, where only the supposed corpse lay.
When they should have been seeing simply a hodge podge of gruesome pieces of an elderly man, they instead saw something far worse. They saw the stuff of nightmares as a zombie of sorts comprised of the shredded pieces jumped out at the men and quickly snapped their necks and threw them to the side- for they weren't his intended audience. But the dead-undead man did not have such a simple fate in mind for his would-be killer. Me.
This repulsive creation of Satan had such incredible strength that I quickly came to the realization that it could come only from Satan himself. Though all had thought that I was just yet another demented, psychotic lunatic, I was not. I had been flawlessly free of error in my perception of this villainous force, this pure evil. He had truly possessed an evil eye, and my hearing was indeed being finely honed سے طرف کی my simple physical proximity to this supernatural dark angel residing within this old man. But of course I had had no گزشتہ inkling of the extent of this horror. For who could ever have imagined the extent of this unholy abomination?
My panicky reflections were quickly and abrulptly cut short to an end as the monster leapt atop me. He opened his mouth, (I presumed to scream), but instead آگ کے, آگ was all that resulted from the facial void. I suddenly realized that all traces of the old man were gone- vanished, wiped out, never again to be. This was all demonic, corrupt forces simply controlling the empty shell of what was formerly human. What had I done?
I was instantly set ablaze سے طرف کی this emanation of flame in a fit of lethal torture. As I lay growing closer and closer to a merciful relief of death, the hell hound from places unknown stood, and strode into the night to begin his reign of torture, terror, and death. As I began to pass into the mysterious afterlife یا whatever it was that indeed waited for us on the other side, I felt immense, never-ending, soul-consuming regret for what I had set in motion through my comparatively innocent attempted slaying, for now the blame of the apparent fate of the entire world rested upon my shoulders.
And as I lay there sobbing grief-laden tears, I could already hear the screams and chaos surrounding me, caused سے طرف کی me, all around me.
And in that instant, the last of the life forces drained from my body.
I died.
When they should have been seeing simply a hodge podge of gruesome pieces of an elderly man, they instead saw something far worse. They saw the stuff of nightmares as a zombie of sorts comprised of the shredded pieces jumped out at the men and quickly snapped their necks and threw them to the side- for they weren't his intended audience. But the dead-undead man did not have such a simple fate in mind for his would-be killer. Me.
This repulsive creation of Satan had such incredible strength that I quickly came to the realization that it could come only from Satan himself. Though all had thought that I was just yet another demented, psychotic lunatic, I was not. I had been flawlessly free of error in my perception of this villainous force, this pure evil. He had truly possessed an evil eye, and my hearing was indeed being finely honed سے طرف کی my simple physical proximity to this supernatural dark angel residing within this old man. But of course I had had no گزشتہ inkling of the extent of this horror. For who could ever have imagined the extent of this unholy abomination?
My panicky reflections were quickly and abrulptly cut short to an end as the monster leapt atop me. He opened his mouth, (I presumed to scream), but instead آگ کے, آگ was all that resulted from the facial void. I suddenly realized that all traces of the old man were gone- vanished, wiped out, never again to be. This was all demonic, corrupt forces simply controlling the empty shell of what was formerly human. What had I done?
I was instantly set ablaze سے طرف کی this emanation of flame in a fit of lethal torture. As I lay growing closer and closer to a merciful relief of death, the hell hound from places unknown stood, and strode into the night to begin his reign of torture, terror, and death. As I began to pass into the mysterious afterlife یا whatever it was that indeed waited for us on the other side, I felt immense, never-ending, soul-consuming regret for what I had set in motion through my comparatively innocent attempted slaying, for now the blame of the apparent fate of the entire world rested upon my shoulders.
And as I lay there sobbing grief-laden tears, I could already hear the screams and chaos surrounding me, caused سے طرف کی me, all around me.
And in that instant, the last of the life forces drained from my body.
I died.
Ok so my class saw a video on his life today....saaaaaad. Literally nothing went right for this dude. I mean even tho he wrote some damn good prose because of it, I wouldnt wish that much distress on anybody...ever. Most disturbing was the way in which he died. Nobody will ever know for sure, but the theory that he was used as a repeat voter is quite tragic. Possibly my fav story سے طرف کی him is The Masque of the Red Death...if u haven't read it, do do now. It's pretty badass.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing homework. But like, nawww. So yeah. I wonder if there will be a movie made about his life where someone actually plays him. I'd pay to c that any day.
Have any I'd u heard Vincent price's reading of The Raven....makes it 10 and 1/2 times scarier.
So long! :D
Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing homework. But like, nawww. So yeah. I wonder if there will be a movie made about his life where someone actually plays him. I'd pay to c that any day.
Have any I'd u heard Vincent price's reading of The Raven....makes it 10 and 1/2 times scarier.
So long! :D
The happiest دن -- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted دل hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! کہا I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest دن -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
My sear'd and blighted دل hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! کہا I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest دن -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
