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Name Devon Kingland	Birthday June 10th, 1990
Country United States	Job Student
Gender Male	Relationship Status In a relationship
School Nyssa High School	School Status Attending
Location Nyssa, OR, 97913

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Excerpt from: Crimson Tourniquet

Water from a rusted pipe slowly seeped out from the nuzzle, a violent sputter from the nauseating liquid helping its expulsion. She rinsed the crimson liquor from her fingertips, her old black nail polish chipped and faded away under the drainage. Her hands shivered beneath the water as it slithered between her pale and gaunt fingers, the red filtered from the skin. She looked up into the shattered mirror on the wall, the pathetic neon lights flickering sporadically in the reflection. Mascara, tears, and blood streamed down from vermilion eyes across frail cheeks, dripping to the foul cement ground. She blinked at her manifestation, saddened at what she had become.

Was this really what she was now?

Looking back down to the grime-infested sink, she lowered her head into the filth. The cool running water anchored to her faded, unkempt black hair; many strands being pulled from her scalp, falling to the drain.

She coughed twice, blood forcefully strained from her mouth and nose into the plastered sink, staining the sides as it washed into the drain, which was scarcely working with the tangles of hair bunging it. Her spine shivered, lucid nightmares returning to her as she moved back from the decrepit stalls of the restroom.

Why had God given up on her?

She turned away from her image in the glass; the image that stood still: grinning at her, piercing her with black, malevolent eyes, oppressing her with taunts, slaughtering her with sorrowful nightmares. She quickly opened the corroded door that stood in her way, her exit giving closure from herself. The morbid scenery that surrounded the forest had grown. Endless shadows expanding further in the silver skies above: a blinding umbra of sin blanketing the planet.

Comment Me...because

05-24-2007 09:55 AM

zpics

Hi there!
Please visit Zpics and see the great collection of photos we've found here on Zoints. If you have a great picture in your photo album that we've missed, let us know, maybe we'll add it.

04-28-2007 07:46 PM

CANDY.ANGEL

12-08-2006 02:26 AM

Christianne_015

Hey. Back on Writer's Beat so I'm just leaving you a comment saying "HI!!!" LOL.

10-31-2006 12:09 PM

aprilrain

Happy Halloween!! Don't get all hyped up on chocolate tonight. Oh, what the heck...go ahead.

10-03-2006 03:24 PM

Mean

Why so angry? All that makeup makes you look cheap.

09-24-2006 06:38 AM

Christianne_015

*is saying hi to Devon* I MISS YOU!!! *HUGS*

09-03-2006 07:19 PM

Christianne_015

Ooo. That was a very, very long comment. Like, even longer than your little typos-filled-excerpt. LOL. RESPOND.

OH! How's my story coming along? Still haven't worked on yours. LOL. . . . *is lazy, I guess*

Man, but I edited this post two or three times already. Didn't want to give you too many comments. At least, not in a row. But me commenting is like me and the Enter key. And you should know what I mean.

09-03-2006 07:19 PM

Christianne_015

WHY?! WHY CAN'T YOU?

LOL. I had SUCH a freakin' horrible night. Like, I'd just come back from a two-and-a-half hour drive from that trip I took for three days. And a few hours later, I went on another drive home (four-hour drive). When I got home, I went running around town and such, which wasn't the bad part. First bad part: I sent a MySpace friends request to a person I know last night, and they accepted it. I was talking to them for a while, then I guess they got off. Only, I didn't know that. It turns out, someone got onto their account after them -- RIGHT after them. They read this person's messages that I sent them, because this person asked for my MSN Messenger e-mail address. And I thought it was that person, so when I got a request to add me to this person's messenger list, I accepted and started talking to them. But then I mentioned this person's name, and to me they said they were this person's cousin Kristen who's sixteen living in Eugene. They knew this person's MySpace account info AND e-mail address info. But I was also talking to another friend at the time, and they were talking to the same person. Only, that person called themself Joe, another cousin of the person I was talking to. Kristen talked about that if I was ever in Eugene, she'd help me get drunk, take me to parties, etc. Joe talked about having sex, etc. So . . . two different people are on at the same time, on the same account? Yeah, right. This person creeped me out. Horribly bad. I was all like, "I don't trust you." Then, after talking to them for a while, I was all like, "I'm getting off now. TTYL, maybe." And then they were all like, "Why?" And I was all like, "Because I'm going to bed. I'm tired." And their last response to that: "This isn't Joe, you know." What's up with that? That makes me even MORE suspicious. Your thoughts?

Last bad part: I was up IMing that creepy person until around 1:00 a.m. Then I got off. By that time, I'd developed a slightly painful stomach ache (I think from lack of food, but I'm not certain; I DID eat just a couple hours ago, though, so I don't think that was it). I went to bed (after taking some Pepto-Bismol tablets), and no position that I got in made the stomach ache lessen. I finally kind of dozed off, but woke up around 3:00 a.m. By that time, my stomach ache had grown to such a painful thing, I couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't find another way to lay and make the pain lessen, so I got up and moved around the house and went to the bathroom. The bathroom didn't help, so I tried going back to sleep. But, see, by this time I felt like I was going to throw up. Actually, I wasn't close to throwing up, but I KNEW I was going to sometime soon. Anyway, short story short, I DID throw up. But there was nothing to throw up. It even worse when NOTHING comes out than when something does. You can't tell when you're done if nothing comes up. At least you have a clue when something does come up. Anyway, it reminds me of that twenty-four-hour bug that went around last year. I got it, like, at least two times, maybe three. You feel perfectly fine until around 9:00 - 10:00 at night. Then you have a horrible stomach ache that is beyond belief. You can't really go to sleep because it hurts too much. Then, around 3:00 - 5:00 in the morning, you throw up. Like, five times or so. Then, you're so exhausted by all this garbage, you fall asleep really quickly. One time I got it during a school night, and my mom just let me sleep in. I flipped out. I WANTED to go to school. But, yeah, I was totally exhausted.

Stomach aches are one the worst thing that I ever get. Yeah, I get migraines, and I hate those (sensitivity to light, pounding normally on one side of your head, etc.). And I hate, hate, hate it when I get one nostril plugged up, but not both. It's just really annoying. I'd rather not be able to breathe out of either one than just one.