NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter INOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter I by tranimation-art
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter I: "The Gardener"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Weeding the last remnants of dead leaves and grass with a three-pronged fork, Freddy Krueger rested on his hands and knees while he stabbed a small spade into ground. Its surface was dried and cracked due to the heat of the summer sun, but the seasons were changing and autumn was approaching. It was a new school year at Badham Preschool, just a week in. He chiseled a hole and scooped through the rich soil that hid underneath before he dug another one beside it.
The man whistled to himself and feigned ignorance to the fact that the three small children were sneaking up behind him, sniggering behind their tiny hands, as he pretended to be focused on planting the new stonecrops and chrysanthemums.
"Wanna play tag with us, Mr. Freddy?
Unseen BeautyHow can I describe the joyUnseen Beauty by ithaswhatitisnt
That crawls up my spine and
Ignites in my brain when I see
The most beautiful creature ever
Do not think so, but then again,
Have never seen yourself clearly.
When a self-image is viewed,
See only despair, disgust, demon,
An object, a thing, to be destroyed.
When I gaze upon the same visage,
I see hope, radiance, seraphim,
More of a man than most men ever are,
A person to be celebrated and loved.
Choose to ignore the God-given gift
That has been bestowed upon the chosen
A gift that normalities may never possess
But all I can focus on is that gift,
On shaping my own variation and knowing
That my gift can never be as fine-tuned as yours.
Believe that no one could ever love someone like
Yourself, that a monster has no real chance at
Happiness and love.
I disagree. If
Would only look beyond the outward appearance
And concentrate on the inner contents,
Would discover how many women consider themselves
Quiet Few people would believe their eyes if they saw Mark Hoffman, one of the police department's finest detectives, sitting in his apartment, surrounded by empty beer cans. Sometimes he couldn't even believe it himself. In all honesty, it was pitiful. Someone like him having been reduced to drinking the nights away. Drinking to forget everything that had become of his life. Could he even call what he was going through to be a 'life'? In a 'life', weren't you supposed to actually make something of it? Do some good for the world and for yourself? Yet, here he was, drinking to numb himself and helping the Jigsaw Killer on his sick mission of trying to 'help' people. Sure, he was a cop too, but what was the point of being one when you just went behind the system's back to help a murderer? How could anyone call that a life?Quiet by tigerlily6543
It had all started after Angelina had been killed by that bastard excuse of a human. Seth Baxter. Even the though
Why I Judge People"Judge not, lest you be judged."Why I Judge People by MakingFunOfStuff
Christian or otherwise, these days it's everyone's favorite Bible verse.
Or is it?
Perhaps we should say, it's everyone's favorite Bible verse when taken out of context.
First of all, let's get this straight: it's telling us that we can't condemn people as in, "you're going to Hell!"
Respectfully telling someone, in their best interest, that what they're doing is wrong? Not so much.
If we only looked a little further, we would also notice verses such as:
"Do not judge according to appearance, but judge with righteous judgment."
"If your brother sins, go and show him his fault in private; if he listens to you, you have won your brother."
Now that you don't have the Bible to back you up, there are a few things I would like to say about this obnoxious "NO JUDGING!!!!111" phase we're unfortunately going through at the moment.
If someone has sincerely (*non-immaturely) told you that they want you to go to Hell, you are excused. Mos
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests by MakingFunOfStuff
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
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