StaticShox92

I know I've only been here for only a while now, but as I commented on deviations, I noticed that people are depressed or just upset, and they show that through both their deviations and their profile. I know personally that if I was ever sad like that, I had friends to help me through it all. I'd like to do the same for others, but shouldn't we as a community help those who are hurt/sad/upset? Everyone has their own individual story, no doubt about that. Maybe he/she doesn't have anyone to care for them. And really, it doesn't take a long time to maybe have a conversation with someone who's sad, or even just say "you ok". It could mean a dif

Once on a full moon, the light from the mystical orb spread itself over the frozen tundra. The light stops on a four legged creature huddled inside a rather small cave. This wolf had been abandoned from his pack since he was a pup and since then he had been hunting for prey, looking for other creatures just like him, and where to rest his head for the night. The wolf seeks companionship, but cannot find anyone that'll care for him. He got up from his cave and walked out to look at the moon. Then, he made a very sad and very loud howl, trying to just find someone else. He waited a moment, nobody answered his call. He tried again, but still not

Everyone out there has their own happy places. Whether it be a place from a happy childhood memory, or just somewhere you like to go to to escape the craziness and busyness of whatever you do. My own happy place, or rather, my little paradise, isn't a place. It is a place that I do go to in my thoughts, it takes all my worries and troubles away, it brings me endless joy just thinking of it. This thought, this wonderful and special thought to me, is right beside her, holding her close and keeping her safe. This is just a thought, sadly. Many miles separate the two of us, but still I long to hold her in my arms and make her happy. There is noth

I woke up in a rather large field. I saw children running on a hill, but those children weren't real. Rather, they are the happy memories that I recall fondly. With a smile on my face, I dashed towards them, but only to be brought to a halt by something very unexpected. The ground began to shake, knocking me down. It opened up, spitting fire into the air and igniting the grass. It circled around me, trapping me like an animal. A giant creature rose out of the ground. His body beaten, covered with scars. Like the children from the happy memory, this represented the bad memories. My mind then recalls all the bad memories I had. The screams, the

Ever since I first met her, she's been helping me and making me happy every time I talk to her. She is my motivation to keep on going, through good and bad. If I ever need a shoulder to lean on, she's always there for me. I love her with all my heart, and I cannot ever get enough of her. She has an abundance in happiness and generosity. Once I talk to her, all of my troubles just...melt away. If this is what true love feels like, I never want it to go away. As the title says, loving her is like a drug. Dedicated to meine leibe, ~BrutusIsADog (https://www.deviantart.com/brutusisadog)

A soldier, bruised and scarred from intense struggles and firefights, walks down a dusty road. His fellow soldiers died in combat, and he is the only survivor. Walking further down the road which he thought was never ending, he saw what was left of a city. As he entered this city, he had noticed that the roads were broken up, buildings nearly demolished, and bodies scattered everywhere. He passed by a building with an open door and heard someone crying. As he stepped inside, he saw a woman hunched over what he believed was a fallen loved one. He pulled out a small picture of his wife. Her perfect blue eyes, her hair in a ponytail, and best of