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Deviant Nightmares Anthology Fundraiser-----UPDATED WITH MORE INFO BELOW... LOOK FOR ***
The Deviant Nightmares Anthology 2014 will be published between October and December of 2014.
To give us the ability to make it as awesome as possible with a limited Collector's Edition Hardcover with full color illustrations, some ads, and other publicity and the coolest prizes ever, we're doing a campaign to raise some money.
The money goes first to an editor, second to the printing and other costs associated with the limited hardcover, and then to ads. The coolest part of this year's anthology is that, if we make our goal, we will be able to pay the authors and artists, some of whom will be publishing or the very first time.
(Note; for those of you who don't know the details of this project or the agreements made early on, this project was no profit for us, meant to garner attention for these talented people. There was to be no money, and we take ownership of nothing allowing the artists and authors to publish
Good morning, beautiful patients and great staff of Madmen-Asylum. I greet you all warmly.
I'm Dr. Psychic, but here we are like a family so you can call me Astrea if you wish.
I'm a forensic psychiatrist, my duties include evaluation of acquittal for insanity plea and assess possible psychiatric malpractice and negligence, but I'm sure we'll get along very well together until all the rules are followed.
I'm always open to suggestions to make this place more comfortable and efficient, so if you have questions or ideas for group works and recreational activities I'm all ears.
My office is always open for you. Just ignore the exotic whips at my wall, they are graduation gifts.
I wish you a great and serene stay.
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Look for me, I'll cook you a cake. I'm great with a whip in my hand.
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SolemnThe cliffs are red as the sun sets downSolemn by rakunow
and now that the day soon will drown,
I look down upon the bloodied fields
where battle ensued to see what my heart yields.
Memories bring apathy to my senses
and only one memory comes to my attention,
the eyes of the one woman I once loved,
yet cold rain started to bother me from above...
The rain hid my tears but not my fire
that burns within me like a funeral pyre,
as if power of a thousand dragons
lived within me and shatter me to atoms.
Fiery was once my heart within me
so long ago when I didn't know what to be,
if not a lover that dies for thee,
if you only held my heart and its key?
Once upon a time I sailed the seven seas
on a ship, dreaming of you while the breeze
reminded me of the moment we first met
and a promise that a hug you will get.
Drowning in sorrow when shadows take me there,
down into the depths of the oceans of despair,
will I ever see you again, I do not know
but my heart under the ocean forever for you will glow.
DescendedDescending far below into the cracks of Earth,Descended by rakunow
where no water and light can reach, demons come forth,
as if a thousands of moments had passed into eternity
to find a jewel that brings back hope to sanity.
The human heart is empty and rotten inside
to make place for agony that does only divide,
behind your smile only grief has taken over
of the troubled mind losing its only lover.
Eyes that are empty can hold no joy
and always consider who to simply avoid,
the angels of death and war taking away
the only family, can no one take the blame?
Silent weight of the skies above us falls
upon us as if a million ghosts applause
the dying actor in disguise playing the last role,
yet he would die on his own, a lowly actor on his own.
RustPain - it is as if it was from the starsRust by rakunow
that it came from and keep us behind bars
as chaos rules our inner sanctum of peace,
the bright spots of love would cease
to exist in the vast forgetfulness
of sincere yet dark benevolence.
In the tomb of shadows the heart dwells,
dead and filled with darkness that spells
unending war in it as if thousands died
as battle of the love in your heart dried
mine leaving nothing but dust and sorrow,
is there a reason to live for tomorrow?
Memories fly by while I traverse across
space and time in search of your gloss,
what you sought to say and brought order
to my chaos, or was it to start disorder?
Only to give you my heart of dust
and shadows, cut out it was and left to rust...
Our patients dreams and fears.
The faces of madness.
|And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.|