Mickadeth

Fellow deviants,    I wish to enhance my writing powers and am convinced the best way to accomplish this is through good old fashioned, like mom used to make experience. I'm looking for any other writers on the site would like to collaborate on story, be it alternating chapters or even paragraphs (A kind of literary mad libs, I like to think), or to collaborate on poems (presumably longer pieces) or other fictiony works like that. I encourage looking at some of my deviations, and I hope you'll believe my promise that the macabre is not all I do. What else can I say? I consider it like playing an instrument. You have to do it very much and ho

I can't see it, but I can feel them out there waiting for a chance to push themselves around, into each other in the dry Arizona heat. It's a sweltering, stagnant drag of a heat that rises up from the Earth's crusty dry skin in gigantic invisible convection currents to escape, only to get dragged back down and piled even hotter on the already settled heat. Supposed people with skin, thick and tough like crocodiles shuffling about in the red dirt rasping incoherent hisses to which the other shuffling lizard beings respond to with similar appeal. The lizard people dart from rock to rock during the day so as not to boil alive from that ungodly h

The sun and I alone together, away from all that noise of traffic lifted my spirits high. Venturing in and out of neighborhoods, blind, apathetic, or otherwise towards all the little growing slits in the blinds with hidden mistrustful eyes peering from the air conditioned mysteriousness. Not a care in the world what any others around thought, or what they had in their hands behind those doors, shudders and blinds. But I was hungry, so I veered off past the TRAX station and into the Burger King. Inside the hustle and bustle of business at it's peak made my head spin, heart sink, and a lump inch it's way upwards towards my neck to rest. Stoppin