Murderthehate

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Ariana and Delere by Murderthehate, literature

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Ariana and Delere

A child walked over to a figure walking down the street and avoiding as many people as possible. When they saw the child, they stopped, watching her warily. They shook their head, warning the child not to approach them and resumed walking. The child just smiled, speeding up to walk in step with the figure. "You're walking all wrong." She said. "Most people won't notice it; they'll just think you have a limp or something. But the people looking for you will notice it. People who know what to look for will see it." They blinked slowly, brows furrowing. "What do you know?" they asked, their voice hard to understand. The child laughed softly. "

Darkness inside by Murderthehate, literature

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Darkness inside

This darkness inside my heart Residing in my pitiless mind A fuel to a fire of ever-burning odium That cutting sarcasm of such cruelty The cold cynical aura that never abates What is it that filled with such hate? A part of me, no doubt And yet still I wonder, where did it start? When was it I began to question Everything. Everything around me. It doesn't end with society, nor does it start An endless circle of a sardonic pulse Carried by a hard, stone cold heart Using such harsh mockery To get a malicious point across Satirical commentary on anything I see What is this soulless part of me? A derisive void inside myself Bla

Delere by Murderthehate, literature

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Delere

Bareth stepped through the doorway, his face emotionless as he glanced back at the girl watching his departure from the room with a cold, detached expression. His eyebrows lowered the slightest, and a faint smirk passed across her lips. "Hope you survive. With most your limbs, at least." Bareth shuddered at the implications hidden in the cold mocking tone. The young man turned away from the unsettling receptionist to face the office he entered now. The room was uninviting, barren, and pristinely clean. Something gave Bareth the feeling it had seen more than it's fair share amount of blood. "What do you want?" spoke a nearly unintelligible e

Resurecting Memories by Murderthehate, literature

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Resurecting Memories

Harry sighed softly, running his fingers through his unruly black hair. Glancing around the dark room, he was reminded of a time not so long ago, a time that seemed like an entirely different lifetime. He stood, careful not to wake a sleeping Ginny as he rose from the bed, but the movement brought back a memory of rising from another bed, with a different figure slumbering peacefully. Picking up his glasses, Harry walked out of the room, closing the door quietly. Memories welled up inside of him, threatening to drown him the same as they did every year when the seasons began changing from summer to fall. Unlocking the front door, Harry stepp

Elemental: Chap.1 by Murderthehate, literature

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Elemental: Chap.1

I grew up thinking it was normal for me to be able to make objects float when I wanted them to. I figured that everyone could do it, but they chose not to. It never occurred to me that I might be special, or if it did, I thought that special didn't mean different. I know better now. I first figured it out when I was seven. My mom walked in on me while I was toying with my abilities. When she saw the small frog I had acquired floating around the room with fear bulging its eyes, she freaked. She tried to make it stay on the ground, and when I told her to stop, she figured out it was me. My mother told me to never do anything like that again. S

Pandemonium by Murderthehate, literature

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Pandemonium

Melodies of pandemonium Fill my ears with a silent hum Black is everything we have found White is everything without sound And as lunacy ensues without ceasing And pain takes hold without releasing And my temper is cut short As all my rational thoughts abort And a red haze clouds my vision As voices cloud my mind with such derision Swirling colors cease to blend As slowly, my mind will mend From the madness that drove me To the brink of all insanity Perhaps now sense will come As threads of time appear undone Perhaps now it is time to leave As now I begin to grieve For all that was lost so long ago And all the insanity tha

A dance of ice and fire by Murderthehate, literature

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A dance of ice and fire

Stare into these eyes of flame Warm embrace of gentle love Wild animal you cannot tame Feral beauty of gentle dove Gaze into these eyes of fire Scorching heat of kindled lust Burning secret of past desire Scattered ashes of annihilated trust Look into these eyes of ice Cold shards of glinting hate Freezing hand of ghostly sacrifice Chilled hunger will not sate Glance into these eyes of frost Chilling agony of defeat Icy despair of the forever lost Frozen heart of shattering deceit Look into what these hearts require Feel the temperature of their desire

Bound by Blood Chap. 1 by Murderthehate, literature

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Bound by Blood Chap. 1

A blond haired blue eyed figure stood alone in an empty expanse of black, darker than the robe he wore. His eyes reflected a raging fire, and he stood emotionlessly as it unfurled in his vision. It faded, and he looked down, not surprised to find his gloved hands coated in crimson. He tried to take a step forward, but found himself unable to move, bound down by the river of blood at his feet. Another part of himself woke inside, fear and confusion destroying his emotionless calm. A voice spoke, words unintelligible, but the meaning behind it was apparent. He was bound by the blood he had spilled, forever reminding him of what he had done wi

Crimson Tide by Murderthehate, literature

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Crimson Tide

I was washed away in a [bloody] river It stained my soul with bloodlust I tried to fight and escape But the current swept me along The driving need for air was murdered In the hot chaotic crimson flow A deadly craze passed over my mind Madness overtook my soul In a river of blood, I'm slowly drowning Washing away in these crimson tides As I die, I am revived My persona changing before my blinded eyes Sometime, when I had submitted, The relentless current released me I washed up on a black-sand beach Looking around at the empty expanse Warm red waves crashed at my feet I sighed, embraced by utter bliss Part of me, deep inside

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Ariana and Delere by Murderthehate, literature

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Ariana and Delere

Darkness inside by Murderthehate, literature

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Darkness inside

Delere by Murderthehate, literature

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Delere

Resurecting Memories by Murderthehate, literature

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Resurecting Memories

Elemental: Chap.1 by Murderthehate, literature

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Elemental: Chap.1

Pandemonium by Murderthehate, literature

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Pandemonium

A dance of ice and fire by Murderthehate, literature

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A dance of ice and fire

Bound by Blood Chap. 1 by Murderthehate, literature

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Bound by Blood Chap. 1

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Hullo.

I am a very energetic and friendly person when I am not being an introvert. That being said, sarcasm is a natural language to me, and I employ it rather frequently. Feel as offended as is suitable and realize that I am not nice to be nice, but rather nice to those who need it and bluntly realistic to those who don't. ^.^

I firmly believe that everyone is equal and deserves a chance. I will always give you another chance, no matter what. This is because people can always change, for better or for worse. Hatred gets no one anywhere in life, so why bother?

I have always adored books and writing, even as a little kid. I'd do nothing but read, and my teachers would sometimes yell at me about not playing during recess. These days, I have less time for my beloved books, but still adore them just the same. And after reading for so many years, writing became a joy and natural talent of mine. I appreciate any and all feedback, and am open to giving some.

There are four things that define the construction of my life: Logic, grammar, physics, and sarcasm. I find that the first three are rather useful for everyone, provided you follow them correctly. Of course, sarcasm is only suitable for some.

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~Murderthehate.

Favourite Movies

Inception.

Favourite TV Shows

Korra, Sherlock, MLP

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

MCR, Green Day, Coldplay, P!nk, Pegasus Bridge

Favourite Books

To many to name

Favourite Writers

Neal Shusterman, Catherine Fisher, Scott Westerfield, J.K. Rowling

Favourite Games

Legend of Zelda.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, 3DS

Tools of the Trade

Sarcasm, expanding vocabulary

Other Interests

Horseback riding, cooking/baking, civil rights and equality, tecnology

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Murderthehate

May 23, 2012

I fail at life. (Update thingy?)

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Oh look. I'm alive. Geez... I haven't posted anything in a loooong while... But... since school is out (or will be tomorrow), I may have time to actually remember that I have a DA account. Then again, I might blow off doing anything in favor of watching Legend of Korra and sleeping. However! I plan on being a 'responsible' person for once and within that plan is the plan to post more stuff. I don't like any of the stuff I've written, but there's a few art projects I'd like to upload. As soon as I figure out exactly how I'm going to go about doing that. I think I need a camera, and a cable to connect the camera to the computer... Or a scanne

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Murderthehate

Jul 30, 2011

Dear Procrastination, please die.

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Yes. Yes, I would very much like procrastination to leave my system, mind, muse, and body forever. Or, at least, take a very long break... I have a buncha art 'nd stuff just lying around either not getting finished *cough*stupidceramichead*cough* or just some stuff I'd really like to post on DA. Yin-yang bowl set, yin-yang tile thingy, my little ceramic beer ghost, my drawing of Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow. Truth be told, that is the best thing I have ever drawn. It's still not very good... Anyways. Yeah. I need to post a bit more stuff on here. But all I really wanna do is... Well... Procrastinate. >_< I am allowing anyone who actually r

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Murderthehate

May 27, 2011

SCHOOL IS DONE!!!

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IT'S SUMMER!!!!!! YES!!!!! Well, actually, that's incorrect. I have five finals left, but my last CA project that counts as part of our final is done, and finals don't count as school. :XD: I'm rather hyper right now. And since I have five days till I don't see my school again for a while, I have to work EXTRA fast on my ceramic head. Here goes nothing. Literaly. This is pointless. No one even reads these... Ceramics update: MY GHOST IS ON HIS LAST FIRING!!! I can't WAIT to see him and bring him home and be obsessive over him!!! =3 My head still needs to be finished... Like always... I'm work on it an HOUR a day. Or more if necessary. An