It started a normal day, like any other day. Esther was walking home from preschool with her loving father. At the innocent age of six, she was carefree and joyful; humming a happy tune as she walked alongside her parent.
In her hands Esther held a plush toy of a horse; its deep blue color of its soft material matched her beautiful eyes. Her hair was a silky black color and flowed down her back. She got her hair from her mother, and her eyes were from her father.
Esther’s mother died when she was only three years old. She couldn’t remember how she had died, but she could still remember her loving face and lovely voice singing
Sadist
14
Literature
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Prologue
Kagekao looked out at the sky. It was a beautiful blue, fluffy white clouds drifted by the hot sun lazily. Birds sang their happy songs joyfully as they swooped through the air. It was midday; too soon to go out and ‘play.’
Kage was sitting on the roof of a house, just thinking to himself. His hood was down and his black and white striped scarf was flowing in the wind. He felt odd, like something was there, but then again it wasn’t. The feeling made him feel depressed and sad. He felt like he was forgetting something important, and he desperately wanted to remember it.
Someone else climbed onto the roof and approached h
Forgotten Past
29
Literature
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 9
A day passed, Ethan didn’t see or hear from Ryan or the other demon. He had wanted to speak more with Ryan, possibly convince him to help him in his situation. Ryan still intimidated him, but at least he wasn’t hostile.
After using the medical kit Ryan had given him to properly bandage his injured foot, Ethan started to regain hope for himself. He had made his way back to town and lingered for a bit, staying hidden in the shadows.
This, however, caused him to be worried again. His story was big news, everywhere he went he heard people talking about a boy who was killed by a demon; or even warped stories such
Hidden Behind A Mask
9
Literature
The Kid, the Odd Figure, and the Murder of Crows
The kid, the odd figure, and the murder of crows.
The kid was sitting behind a tree stump, he was just short enough that if one were to stand on the other side of the stump, they wouldn’t see him. He was constantly straightening up and peeking over the rotting wood, at the odd figure.
The odd figure was sitting in the grass, legs crossed, playing with a knife in their hands. Dressed in several layers of clothing and a mask, it was impossible to see any defining traits. The odd figure was surrounded by the murder of crows.
The murder of crows flocked around the odd figure, peckin
Creepypastas
15
Comedy
4
Literature
Gokiburi
***Background information: These characters are all a result of a roleplay, so there is some explaining to do. Jigokuhi is the leader of the Kamiryu, a Japanese gang of demons. There is a link to his appearance in the description. Karakarume is the second in command. Jigokuhi also only has one full arm, and one half arm. One of his eyes is artificial but he can use it to sense heat.
“地獄火、裏切り者つかまれた。”[Jigokuhi, I caught the traitor.]
Jigokuhi turned, looked towards the door. He was sitting on top of his desk,
Stories
15
Literature
Interview with an Artist
Responding to questions that I mentioned in this journal - http://fav.me/d6vor3v (These are, obviously, all of the questions that were asked; but if enough questions are still asked after this batch, I may do this again with the new ones)
1. Why does your left eye bleed in every drawing?
- Because it is a mask.
2. How were you introduced to devianart? And how do you feel about your growing popularity?
- Hmm, can't quite remember. It was a long time ago, well, it feels like a long time because I stopped using my account for like 1-2 years and then came back. And for the popularity, I usually just sit down like 'why do people like me I don'
Others
6
Literature
Vacant House
There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting
Personal Favorites
5
Literature
Analysis - Creepypastas and Characters
I actually attempted this thought a little while back; but my wording failed miserably and everyone thought I meant something else. So I shall try it again.
When it comes to creepypastas, or any horror character really who has fans but not too much of a defined canon personality; they have two types of personalities. There's their Creepypasta personality, the one which they are given in their original story/point of origin; and their character personality, the one give and molded to them by fans.
The Creepypasta personality is often less interesting and more two dimensional and uninteresting. Jeff, for example, is like this in his origin st
Analysis
4
Fragments in Time - Kagekao by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
Fragments in Time - Kagekao
“このやろう、どこだ?” [Now, where is this bastard?]
Kagekao muttered to himself as he looked out the window of Jeff’s apartment. He decided on a direction to head off too, and climbed onto the windowsill. He had left a note for Jeff promising that he’d be back, and he would be, he was always back. Although, he felt a little bad about just leaving him here, it would be okay.
He pounced from the window to a neighboring building, clinging to the side on a pipe and quickly making his way up. He looked back to see if Jef
The Kid, the Odd Figure, and the Murder of Crows by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
The Kid, the Odd Figure, and the Murder of Crows
The kid, the odd figure, and the murder of crows.
The kid was sitting behind a tree stump, he was just short enough that if one were to stand on the other side of the stump, they wouldn’t see him. He was constantly straightening up and peeking over the rotting wood, at the odd figure.
The odd figure was sitting in the grass, legs crossed, playing with a knife in their hands. Dressed in several layers of clothing and a mask, it was impossible to see any defining traits. The odd figure was surrounded by the murder of crows.
The murder of crows flocked around the odd figure, peckin
There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting
I open my eyes. All I can see is darkness, though. No, wait, my eyes are adjusting, I can see some objects now; am I on the floor? I turn my head slowly to the side, and wince in pain a little. My body feels sore all over, why do I feel this way? I . . . I can’t remember . . .
I see there’s someone lying next to me, on the floor as well. My eyes try to adjust to the dark light to see who it is. This guy, he looks kind of familiar . . . but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is and . . . dear god, is that blood!?
Ignoring the soreness of my muscles I quickly scoot away from him, and he doesn’t mov
Don't Take The Baguettes by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
Don't Take The Baguettes
“Are you still mad at me?” Thomas inquired as he stepped through the doorway. The tall silver robot walked across the room and stopped behind a sofa, on which another robot was sitting. He poked the other robot’s golden helmet, “Come on, I said I was sorry!”
“Poking me’s not gonna make me stop being mad at you.” The gold robot growled and moved further away from Thomas’ hand.
“Really? Guy-man! I said I was sorry! I didn’t know it was the last baguette!” Thomas moved closer to Guy-Manuel and proceeded to poke the irritated robot’s helm, “Forgiv
I open my eyes. All I can see is darkness, though. No, wait, my eyes are adjusting, I can see some objects now; am I on the floor? I turn my head slowly to the side, and wince in pain a little. My body feels sore all over, why do I feel this way? I . . . I can’t remember . . .
I see there’s someone lying next to me, on the floor as well. My eyes try to adjust to the dark light to see who it is. This guy, he looks kind of familiar . . . but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is and . . . dear god, is that blood!?
Ignoring the soreness of my muscles I quickly scoot away from him, and he doesn’t move. I’m af
You Said You Loved Me by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
You Said You Loved Me
You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character.
Interview with an Artist by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
Interview with an Artist
Responding to questions that I mentioned in this journal - http://fav.me/d6vor3v (These are, obviously, all of the questions that were asked; but if enough questions are still asked after this batch, I may do this again with the new ones)
1. Why does your left eye bleed in every drawing?
- Because it is a mask.
2. How were you introduced to devianart? And how do you feel about your growing popularity?
- Hmm, can't quite remember. It was a long time ago, well, it feels like a long time because I stopped using my account for like 1-2 years and then came back. And for the popularity, I usually just sit down like 'why do people like me I don'
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 9 by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
Hidden Behind A Mask - Part 9
A day passed, Ethan didn’t see or hear from Ryan or the other demon. He had wanted to speak more with Ryan, possibly convince him to help him in his situation. Ryan still intimidated him, but at least he wasn’t hostile.
After using the medical kit Ryan had given him to properly bandage his injured foot, Ethan started to regain hope for himself. He had made his way back to town and lingered for a bit, staying hidden in the shadows.
This, however, caused him to be worried again. His story was big news, everywhere he went he heard people talking about a boy who was killed by a demon; or even warped stories such
Help From A Stranger - Part 3 [Final] by Jinbeizamezama, literature
Literature
Help From A Stranger - Part 3 [Final]
“Okay, it’s morning. Get up and get out.”
Zehnder’s harsh voice broke the peaceful silence of the morning; waking Owe, who looked around in confusion. Vex remained asleep, peacefully ignoring the irritable slender in the doorway.
Owe sat up and yawned, looking out the window to see that it was, in fact, morning. Zehnder noticed that Vex had not awoken and quickly walked over to him.
“Hey! I said get the fuck up!” He snarled at Vex, who remained asleep. Annoyed, Zehnder reached down and grabbed the sheets of the bed. “Rise and shine, motherfucker!” He then pulled them upwar