| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
No Return Track p.2 The studio had big windows and Kazuya liked the way it was filled with the daylight, when he wasn’t working and the heavy louvers were lifted up. It was 9:30 and no one was there, besides some spiders, living at the ceiling near the wooden beams. Last night mother had called. It started as always with questioning about how he feels, his eating habits and if he found some nice young woman to keep him company, to which he answered, that an elder woman could also be a “nice company”. Mother laughed at him. So it was quite a surprise that she ended the conversation asking when does he plan to come home. Thinking thatNo Return Track p.2 by ~Insane-Beata
No Return Track p.1 It wasn’t hard to find the little shop. Nevertheless he had to be careful, not to get one of the journalists on his tail. Only two weeks passed since Daniel R. had been found dead in his apartment. People weren’t ready to give up that easily and eat what the police had to offer. They needed facts, even if they weren’t reliable, they wanted to see weeping faces of friends, even if they declined to speak about their grief. So the media threw all its forces to provide the material for the crowd.No Return Track p.1 by ~Insane-Beata
As the father of the dead musician declined to give an interview: “The kid brought me enough trouble while he was alive!”
An Unexplained Beauty Chapter 1An Unexplained Beauty by ~Zeebruh
Black was too bold for such beautiful, inclining angles of the human face. Colton Brant knew this, yet he couldn't help but use the powerful shade to express the anxiety built up in him from just staring at this stunning creature.
Though, he couldn't say that he didn't know that humans were automatically attracted to symmetrical objects; perfectly aligned furniture, neatly organized books…people.
In fact, Brant thought that it was probably why the lust within humans focused more on those who had the more healthy, toned physiques and, moreover, symmetrical faces.
But he was su
Sta.sh
--
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
~
My words are mistakes, my thoughts unclean.
~