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Never Taste Death (free chapters)Smoky fingers brushed across the evening sky. The dark earth popped and crackled sporadically. Despite this, and the constant thundering on the horizon, moments of eerie silence still settled over the shadowy trenches. Silence, but for the hum of the portals.Never Taste Death (free chapters) by hrwilliams
Carvernon Winchester caught another crate as it emerged from the glowing gap before him. He hurriedly turned to hand the supplies to the soldier behind him. All across the trenches, similar assembly lines trailed from portals.
Carver had only been here for a few minutes, and already he cringed at the sound of falling missiles. One had landed nearby.
The gunfire started up again. This time, it beat a steady, insufferable rhythm across the battlefield. Something exploded. Mud and gravel fell like rain. Carver was still clearing debris from his eyes when he heard a choking sound above him, followed by a crash. A soldier, shot, had fallen onto one of the crates. The box had cracked open, but besides that the material held up, and the
All Tatters and GraveclothesI find myself in my solitude... in these ever so infrequent moments of mist and shadow. I am not allowed the tranquility I so desperately crave. The silence I so yearningly need. Other things, other voices... they draw my time away like bloodletting with a leech. They suck my life and energies dry, and I become again the living dead. Vampyric soul stealers, the banshees of modern life, the sirens calling me so enticingly to my demise. I feel my mortality, it haunts me with the knowledge that I must move on, move forward... accomplish whatever it is the Lord would have me accomplish. There is so much to do... The weight of this knowledge bears down upon me and makes me drag, rather than run. I daren't look back, for I know that the soul-eaters, the time-murderers, are there waiting to catch hold of my skirts, of my hair, and waste this precious gift of life... only to mock and pummel me atAll Tatters and Graveclothes by Orchid-Black
Diende -Segment 3- GrindDiendeDiende -Segment 3- Grind by carnifex125
I awoke to the pleasant sensation of the suns punching me right in my eyes. A light breeze had fluttered through, and had shifted my tent flap barely open, but just enough to let the vile suns attempt to weld my retinas into place. I moved my head and felt a sharp ache from where I was bitten the evening before.
Outside were voices, one belonging to Kaine, the others to the leaders of the nomads who hired us to rescue their missing. My dad usually was the one to negotiate with our clients, but these guys were already more than generous. I sat upwards in silence, listening for other sounds, trying to decide if whether or not to roll over and go back to sleep. Come to think of it, I had no Idea how long I had been asleep...
As I moved around a bit more, a dozen tiny leopard moths fluttered about my tent, then gently settled back onto a peculiar bowl I had placed
Diende -segment 2- AnchorDiendeDiende -segment 2- Anchor by carnifex125
As far as makeshift, old, splintery coffins go, the one I was currently chained in was fairly comfortable.
Don’t get me wrong; it was not exactly a down comforter, but considering I was imprisoned against my will, I didn’t have nearly as much to grumble about as I thought I would once I made my escape.
That is of course, if Clair and Kaine remembered I was waiting for them here.
They should remember.
On second thought, perhaps I should find more reasons to be optimistic about this coffin.
Not two seconds later, I heard the signal. At least one of them was outside the depot and in position, I took a breath and started to press against my confined prison, tightening my grip upon my ivory scythe; one I had fondly named "Epitaph". They now waited on
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WELCOME ALL TO THE SCARLET CHAPEL
An interdenominational Christian group aimed towards those of faith who partake in (sub)cultures such as Dark Wave, Punk, Goth, Soft Goth, Emo, Scene, Metal, Rock, Industrial, Grunge, Lolita, Straight Edge, and the like...The-Scarlet-Chapel is for men and women of similar taste and belief in Christ to use their abilities and speak out against the grain of stereotypical expectations, and have lots of fun doing so. Best thing is, they would also be glorifying God in a brand new light. ❤
HOW TO JOIN US
In order to become a member of the Chapel, ALL APPLICANTS for membership MUST AGREE & ABIDE at least to the statement of faith, which can be found below:
STATEMENT OF FAITH:
"I have repented my sinful ways and have accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, the Son of God in the flesh, who has died & risen for me to be with Him in eternal life."
"Excuse me, but isn't this a sort of dark Christian group? Isn't that sort of...weird?"
Depends on why you think it's weird. As far as definitions go, anyone can be dark, regardless of gender, belief, and/or background. There is also no biblical law that says you need to have a certain taste or personality in order to be a Christian: they will bear fruit of the Holy Spirit, regardless of taste and preference. The Lord wants us to come and worship him as we are:
Dark Art is anything that is emotional, unsettling, serious, or dark in both context and in the type of picture/text. It is not just horror, macabre, expressing of depression or mutilation.
This type of art, whether digital, traditional or photography, etc., is encouraged in this group while maintaining a Christ centered &/or biblical message.
Please make sure your work is "obviously" Christ Centered or Biblically based. Be specific in the art, words or description. Leave no room for guessing.
No pornographic, nude imagery, sexual, and/or inappropriate representation.
No inappropriate gore and/or self-harming pics or works.
No art indicating harassment towards other deviants.
No art that undermines sin. You can make art about a sin or the topic of sin, but as Christians we should do our best to avoid indulging in them in a way that makes them look “ok”.
Please submit your works into the appropriate folders!
- Featured (submit all works that are not semi-dark or literature here)
- Semi-Dark (artworks that are not-so-dark as the rest of the arts in the gallery)
- Literature (poems, stories, and pieces deserve their own section)
NOTE: If you wish to join or if you are a member who wishes to participate, we require we practice what we preach. If we agree to these tenants, we must live them as well. Do not feel rejected, when you decide to submit anything contrary to Scriptures or that promotes sin, regardless of what society says about it. The Word of God is not up for social change. Membership requirements may be changed without notice.