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Grendel: Devil's PracticeI stand waiting. Grasping a roof ledge overlooking the city, my city. I silently observe one of my many transactions. Normally, I wouldnt bother with such a tedious task, but Ive been informed of a possible coup by the Columbian cartel delivering the drugs. Thus far the transaction is running smoothly. The cartel men are discussing things with my men, and after a casual handshake between them the deal seemed solid. I was about to leave when I see the cartel men bring out their weapons. Two of my men went down before they could return fire. After the smoke cleared I was down one under boss and there were still four of the Columbians there, one seemed to be the leader and the others bodyguards.
That was easy. Says the commander now all we have to do is take out that @*$%ing masked weirdo.
I allow them to see me first when I got down there. I also give them the pleasure of the first attack. I easily avoid the pitiful gunfire and go after the guards firs
Zombie Weekend part 6After running inside they initialized the lockdown sequence, which locked and reinforced all doors and windows while playing the national anthem. Al then fell to his knees in a vomiting fashion, holding his mouth.
Oh god I killed him. He said while holding back the food he rather enjoyed eating and really had no intention to bear through eating again.
Well, technically the sign did. Said Mick in an extremely calm manner, almost too calm.
Whatever, I caused the sign to kill him.
Is it technically killing him?
I mean theyre zombies
Whatever, theyre undead Americans, the walking dead, the undead.
So, that guy was dead before you killed him, or what ever you call it
Wow, that actually makes sense. Now I dont feel so bad.
Al then gained a new spring to his step because of Micks epi
Crucible Crusade Part 1Deep in the bowels of Thundane, the once mighty capital of the former Eladrin Empire, a lone Eladrin leaves the shattered remains of the castle that was once the home to the royal Lightning family. At the exact same time, a lone Tiefling leaves the dwarven kingdoms that have been his home to set out on a grand adventure to reunite with a certain lady dopplegangerin the kingdom of the elves. Little do either of them know that they will be united to form a nigh-unbreakable bond of friendship and conquer the blight of evil from the fields of righteousness.
The Eladrin, Phoenix Lightning, has just left his room for the first time in three hundred and seventy five years. He was not the victim of some evil spell or sinister plot; he simply stayed in his room to watch a family feud marathon on the crystal ball network. Being a wizard he enchanted the door so that it can never be opened. After finally leaving his room phoenix discovers his formerly majestic castle home is now in shambles, a fa
Zombie Weekend Part 8Man, I thought that would go better. Mick said with a disappointed face
Better? asked Al your shooting a drumstick out of a guitar, a bow guitar but still, a guitar. What did you think was gonna happen.
I dunno, I thought it would at least ricochet and hit a zombies ankle or something.
Well you did a good job there buddy.
Whatever, at least I tried.
Then, because Mick and Al were too busy bickering to notice, the zombies started heading towards their makeshift fortress of solitude.
Crap! yelled Mick and Al simultaneously
Were gonna die, arent we? said Mick
Yeah said Al who was failing an attempt to put his game face on but Im gonna kill umm unkill rekill Luxadundurate whatever, Im gonna take out as many zombies as I can before I go. Al then got into attack position, but before he could go and commit suicide a voice cut th
Zombie Weekend Part 7Then, a silence. Not any normal silence, it was like a radioactive super silence. A silence so great it would be nye impossible to break for any normal human. Unfortunately for the silence, bob, an admittedly un-normal zombie, continued his useless howl.
Why does he have to do that? yelled Al who is desperately attempting to keep hold of his whisk and soda while holding his hands to his ears.
Why does who have to do what? responded Mick who was sitting very quaintly on an unordinary bent guitar case.
The zombie outside. Why is he yelling?
You mean Bob?
He has a name?
Of course, havent you been paying attention? said Mick before he grabbed the soda from Als hand, took a sip, then put it back besides, you get used to the noise eventually
Really? said Al before he cautiously removed his hands from his ears then immediately put them back because of the horrifying screech that can onl
Zombie Weekend Part 5While leaving, Al tripped on a long squishy pinkish thing and hit the ground face first, crushing his bag of chips.
Aww I broke my chips. Said Al as he mourned his chipotle buffalo Mexican mild ranch wasabi vinegar Thai all-natural chippity-chops.
Dude said Mick while he pointed at what Al tripped on with one hand and holding back todays lunch with the other after you see that what you tripped over I think youll lose your appetite.
After getting up Al hesitantly looked at what he was too lazy to spot and avoid beforehand. After seeing this foul item a look of sickness overtook his face, the same face he would get if you force-fed him tofu marinated in raw sewage. He then fell again, this time hitting the zombie face Mick seemed to grow fond of on the way down, with his own face.
Why were you still holding that crap? asked Al as he scraped off the horrifying undead skin and hoping he didnt catch zombie aids or zombi
Zombie Weekend part 3You came in here to tell me you died from zombies? said Mick with the kind of questioning face you would have when you just ran over a dog and are wondering what he was doing in the street. Did this dog have a family? Did it have dreams and aspirations? Did I leave the oven on? Do I ever use the oven?
No said Al who jumped back to his feet as if nothing had happened while putting his Game lad back in his pocket. I just wanted to let you know that I took the weekend off from work so we can hang out.
But I have work.
Then we can hang out here.
Mick immediately displayed a face that was so disturbed by this comment that he almost broke his brain. Like I had nothing better to do this weekend than to work while simultaneously hanging out with my best friend though Mick. Then, after about two more seconds of mindless pondering Mick finally responded.
Yeah, sounds cool. See you tomorrow.
See ya. Said Al while
Zombie Weekend part 2In this seemingly mundane music store amongst the fancy guitars, the massive drums, the many microphones and amps, and the rows of music CDs their stand many people. Most are the usual sort of people who go to the music store. These usual sort can be split into a few groups. First the hardcore musicites, these people walk into the store and know exactly what they want. Most people may think this would be a good thing, but these people tend to be stuck up and very difficult to serve. They demand their specific brand of imported strings and reeds, which need to be special ordered, and their impossible to find CD from some obscure band that no ones ever heard of. The next group is the rovers, these people make up the most common group. They go into the store because they felt like visiting the music store to browse or they just needed to quickly pick up some thing. Lastly we have the hang-outers, or to use a more accurate term bums, these people generally have noth
Zombie Weekend part 9Message from the Author:
OK, so you guys reading my story know that this is the best zombie story about a music store associate and a go-kart attendant on the Internet. So, as it stands now, our heroes, Mick and Al, whom weve all come to love and cherish are now in some deep crap. Theyre currently stuck on a roof surrounded by zombies, whats going to happen next? You may ask. Well, I was so filled with inspiration by this masterpiece I thought up a few different endings, three actually. I couldnt choose which one to put in because, like children, I love all the things I write equally, except I like zombie weekend the most. Sorry other stuff Ive written, you will all be put up for adoption. So now, alternative ending #1 or as I call it the happy ending.
The zombies continued to surround the precocious pair while they fought off as many zombies as they could. Al beat all the zombies within reach and Mick finally got the hang of the bo
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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