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Isabel
Hello, my name is Isabel. I have a dark story to tell. For fifty years on end, I have been in the space between the living and the dead, watching the man I used to love slowly become a empty and demented shell. Alone he sits in his room, surrounded by white walls; nurses and doctors regularly patrol the halls.
By Serita Phillips8 years ago in Horror
Worth Watching — 'Made In Abyss' (Preview Guide)
Getting the basics out of the way, this anime is about a little girl who is training to become a professional "cave raider" like her mom before her. Cave raiders are people that dive into the abyss, which is a giant crater in the middle of where civilization has formed. One day during one of Rico's dives into a upper area of the abyss, she discovers a robotic boy named Reg. With the help of Reg, she hopes to reach the deepest depths of the abyss to meet with her mother who is one of the greatest cave raiders ever known. Each layer of the abyss is filled with new dangers whether they are monsters, people, or the environment itself. One fact of the abyss is while descending is difficult on the body, ascending can prove fatal in the lower areas of the abyss. This makes the whole journey in and of itself a one way suicide mission.
By Martin Stook8 years ago in Geeks
Destructive Love
Crash... it's the sound of your life coming to an end, there is no pause no warning no time left to pretend. Boom that's the loud sound that used to comfort you at night, from gunshots to fireworks never knew what it was but it calmed you right? As the smell of wet rain after it's soaked into a dirty ground and washed away terrors of yesterday, as the look of the sky getting darker brought a smile with that perfect shade of grey. Broken windows and the sound of the glass used to make you laugh, the same consequences you only cared about half. Running away was the actions of adrenaline pumping through you thinking you had the power to give yourself a better tomorrow, truest part of that now is running only brings more sorrow! Comfort is harder to come by now and there is no more home for you to run from, now all you're stuck with is cold facts of what you could have been, should have been, cracked images of what you've become!
By Kayde Picerno8 years ago in Poets
