The Devil’s Playground :: Devil Religious Beliefs Creative Writing Essays

The Devils Playground Slowly the cytosine drifted along the sidewalks and streets as he strolled down his own path. Following no particular way but his own, he traveled. Knowing not his address but notwithstanding his outcome. His ideas were changed, his beliefs were diminished to that of nothing and his perception of reality was glowering upside down. All he knew now was himself and that of his tendencies. His own nature was the only real and raw thing that he was able to hang on to. A life of mistreatment and abuse, his last actions displayed his true feelings. I should own halt you in the womb. When I had the chance I should have taken it. YOU, were my hit mistake. LEAVE Nobody here wants you nobody here cares for you and there is no place for you. Hide yourself somewhere and do the world a favor.His become screamed forever and a day, shaming him to that of nothing but guilt of being alive. It was a common religious rite in his OLD erecthold. Then tonight, with the degr aded flick of a radiocarpal joint and the glisten of rose red, the shaming ended. The guilt stopped. Then with two more than quick and swift movements he finished off what was left to remind him of his past. What would have been witnesses were nothing more than mothy and bludgeoned heaps. Ryan lived on the outskirts of the city. Wandering from house to house throughout his childhood he knew not much of the meaning of family. His parents were constantly sending him to foster families for a few weeks at a measure then taking him back, only to get a few more pleasurable meetings with him. He was unwanted by any in all but himself and imbruted to the idea of remorse. He always knew one day, he alone, could stop all his pain and all his suffering but he wasnt concerned with that remedy now. In fact, the only things that crossed his mind were, Right foot, left over(p) foot. It was all he thought of and it was all he spoke of as he walked. He carried the rose red razor in his righ t hand and his left was clenched tight. His knuckles as white as the snow that surrounded him. His pajama pants and white tee shirt were all he wore. No shoes to protect his feet from the harsh winter cold and snow and no hat to warm his freezing head.