happyemoness
Vashta Nerada. Torchwood. Camping. Darkness. Powercuts. Intimate moments in the dark. Fear of the dark. Children cowering from the monsters
The thief ran. Scared. Terror gripping at his very soul. He wouldn't survive it this time. The first time was thrilling, amazing even. It felt nothing but good. But the next time it was a little worse, the time after that was awful. It kept getting worse until eventually, there was nothing good about it at all. Maybe that was he point, got you hooked until it felt so goddam awful and then leave you, dump you out on the streets.
How does one begin to describe a pretzel? It is simply impossible to decipher where the deliciousness stems from. It is literally dough in a cool shape an now I have 30 seconds left and nothing to write so I'm just going to ramble on, correct my spelling errors and maybe insert the word pretzel in places pretzel.
Wrath, in itself is caused by fear. The fear of seeming weak, the fear of your opponent overpowering you, you feel compelledtondo something about it, so you become angry, wrathful, it makes you feel powerful and that's all people want really, power. Power over everything. Money too but most of all, people feel the need to be powerful, to feel more powerful than those beneath you, more powerful than those you boss around every single day.
Violence was always a part of my life, the people I loved were violent towered me, of course I learned from example and I was violent towards others. I didn't know any better, I just thought it was normal and that everyone else was strange, not me.