Three hundred beats per minute by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Three hundred beats per minute
And the three of them walked together.
Three girls.
Footsteps overlapping.
With three unsteady, determined, quickening heartbeats
The tiny plastic barricades in each ear made each pulse louder and faster
and they couldn't help but wonder
why the entire world wasn't glaring at them for making such a racket.
The first of the girls was not quite there
but then again she never really was.
This wasn't her time or place.
Not yet.
A few more years perhaps, when the world had ended.
Slightly behind the others
suspicious and unsure of the exact protocol
for the mission they were about to embark upon.
But she walked.
The second o
Take It Away Chapter 5 by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Take It Away Chapter 5
From his place, hiding in the shadows, Johnny could see the entire bookstore. He had chosen a spot behind the large bookshelf containing Shakespeare's works. Luckily for him, no one in this city ever bothered with books that demanded such a high level of intellect. They were content with their poorly written thrillers and carbon-copy romances. He looked around the corner to catch a glimpse of the clock 10:05. He briefly considered moving out from behind the shelf, then decided against it. She'd been late before, no reason for him to take unnecessary risks. So he sat patiently in his dark, shadowy corner and waited.
At 10:10 he heard the bell
Take It Away Chapter 4 by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Take It Away Chapter 4
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
She awoke screaming, clutching her pillow, a cold sweat coating her pale face. Her eyes searched the dark corners of the room for any sign of him. After convincing herself that it was safe and that she was indeed the only person there, her body relaxed and she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Brushing a few stray strands of purple hair away from her eyes, Devi wondered if she would ever get a good night's sleep again.
Wrapping her arms around her thin body, she walked into her living room. Making her way to the doo
Beginning
Johnny remembered the first time he met Devi. From the start it had been a good day: the sky was cloudy - but not oppressively so - and no one had commented on him in any way. As he walked into the book shop, he was pushed by someone backing out of the store.
'Hey! Watch where you're going jerk!' Nny smiled as he looked behind the counter to where the voice had materialised. A girl with bright purple hair and bright green eyes smiled back at him and from that moment onwards, he knew he had seen an angel.
End
Deep down, Johnny knew it was never going to work with Devi. She was just too perfect. From the day she asked him out (h
Monochrome
Before Devi, Jonny lived in black and white. Inhabiting the shadows, the only colour he witnessed was red. Then she stepped into his life. With her shocking purple hair and vibrant green eyes, she brought the rainbow with her wherever she went, dragging colour into his monochrome world. When she left, so did the colours. At first Nny cried, missing the light. So, desperate to bring the colours back, after days of internal debating, Nny bought a set of paints, brushes and a canvas. They were all in shades of black, grey and red, but it was a start nevertheless.
Colour
Over the following weeks, Johnny went back to the art shop ma
Three hundred beats per minute by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Three hundred beats per minute
And the three of them walked together.
Three girls.
Footsteps overlapping.
With three unsteady, determined, quickening heartbeats
The tiny plastic barricades in each ear made each pulse louder and faster
and they couldn't help but wonder
why the entire world wasn't glaring at them for making such a racket.
The first of the girls was not quite there
but then again she never really was.
This wasn't her time or place.
Not yet.
A few more years perhaps, when the world had ended.
Slightly behind the others
suspicious and unsure of the exact protocol
for the mission they were about to embark upon.
But she walked.
The second o
Take It Away Chapter 5 by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Take It Away Chapter 5
From his place, hiding in the shadows, Johnny could see the entire bookstore. He had chosen a spot behind the large bookshelf containing Shakespeare's works. Luckily for him, no one in this city ever bothered with books that demanded such a high level of intellect. They were content with their poorly written thrillers and carbon-copy romances. He looked around the corner to catch a glimpse of the clock 10:05. He briefly considered moving out from behind the shelf, then decided against it. She'd been late before, no reason for him to take unnecessary risks. So he sat patiently in his dark, shadowy corner and waited.
At 10:10 he heard the bell
Take It Away Chapter 4 by Demone-Lacusta, literature
Literature
Take It Away Chapter 4
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
She awoke screaming, clutching her pillow, a cold sweat coating her pale face. Her eyes searched the dark corners of the room for any sign of him. After convincing herself that it was safe and that she was indeed the only person there, her body relaxed and she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Brushing a few stray strands of purple hair away from her eyes, Devi wondered if she would ever get a good night's sleep again.
Wrapping her arms around her thin body, she walked into her living room. Making her way to the doo
Beginning
Johnny remembered the first time he met Devi. From the start it had been a good day: the sky was cloudy - but not oppressively so - and no one had commented on him in any way. As he walked into the book shop, he was pushed by someone backing out of the store.
'Hey! Watch where you're going jerk!' Nny smiled as he looked behind the counter to where the voice had materialised. A girl with bright purple hair and bright green eyes smiled back at him and from that moment onwards, he knew he had seen an angel.
End
Deep down, Johnny knew it was never going to work with Devi. She was just too perfect. From the day she asked him out (h
Current Residence: Your nightmares! Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Metal MP3 player of choice: Zen Vision: M Favourite cartoon character: Nny, Devi, Kenny, Jack Skellington
Favourite Visual Artist
Jhonen Vasquez and Voltaire
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Chemical Romance, Emilie Autumn, Green Day, Voltaire, Mindless Self Indulgence, The Cure
Dear people of the internets, specifically any beta readers out there: I've written a short fanfiction, and as it's kind of a surprise for my usual beta (the amazing ~MoonlitMeda (https://www.deviantart.com/moonlitmeda)), I need someone to look through it for me. I need someone willing to criticise and someone with a fairly decent knowledge of the Dangerverse would be best (mainly the amazing :iconTransnoctem:'s version, if you haven't read it, it's amazing http://fav.me/d30hkff)
Please comment or message me if you're interested.
RULES:
1) Choose at least two of YOUR OCs, ten at most
2) Answer as if you were them
3) Tag five people at the end of this quiz and tell them to do the same
My Ocs
1. Demone Lacusta
2. Supa-Novacaine
1) What are you? Are you human?
Demone: Hahahah no.
Nova: Yes, I am.
2) Where are you found?
Demone: Your worst nightmares! *evil laugh*
Nova: *rolls eyes at Demone* Usually around Zone 3
3) Are you a virgin?
Demone: Why the hell do you care?
Nova: None of your business! *pokes with her raygun*
4) Do you have any kids?
Demone: Uh...not that I'm aware of?
Nova: Ugh no! *shudders*
5) What's your favorite soda or soft drink?
Demo
Name: Jemma
Killjoy Name: Supa-Novacaine
Favourite era: I'm a revenge girl myself XD I'm a sucker for black and red anything! Also some of their best songs.
Favourite quote: ''If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.''
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