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001 An Unacceptable Death: The Authors Notes by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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001 An Unacceptable Death: The Authors Notes

001 An Unacceptable Death: The Authors Notes (No story, just background information.) By Dark Angel [Seven] Original: 10/11/2019 Expanded: 03/29/22 Welcome to My Nightmare Key Definition Definition [word coined by author] of “Protostory”. It is a story that continuously plays in the head of the author for the vast majority of their life. If the author has been alive for decades, the story is [or can be] just about that old. The story may or may not [in this case it does] hold a repulsive feature that the author can not get out of their head. It also may symbolically represent an overall life experience. It may also represent something that the author has desired throughout life. They have yet to [or have failed to] obtain. Whatever the case, it is the story of which other stories spin off. They become a recognized series that the author writes in their style. If the original story has a repulsive feature or represents something desired but yet attained, the other stories

002 An Unacceptable Death: The Protostory by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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002 An Unacceptable Death: The Protostory

002 An Unacceptable Death: The Protostory (F: 11-Years Old, Quicksand, Strong Melodrama, Controversially Fatal, 41 Pages) By Dark Angel [Seven] Original: 12/29/2019 Minor Changes: 01/26/2023 A stream lead away from the remote cottage. 11-year-old April Anderson had only a few hours to explore it. She wanted to see how it cut through the woods and away from the lake. An occasional gust of wind blew through the highest branches of the old forest. Several birds flew among the treetops as squirrels chattered in the thick old-growth forest canopy. But, she paid no attention. There was no time to waste listening to the wildlife. Besides, she could do that back at the cottage. The late morning air was warm but not hot. April briskly walked along the banks of the forest stream. She stepped over longs and small gullies without breaking a sweat. Clouds rolled across the sky and briefly covered the sun. They would pass and leave the full sun to shine. A full day’s worth

003 An Unacceptable Death, I by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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003 An Unacceptable Death, I

003 An Unacceptable Death (M:14-Years Old, F: 11-Years Old, Quicksand, Rescue, 97 Pages) By Dark Angel [Seven] Original: 02/24/2022 ----- A few decades before (the “summer of the drought”), in a distant old-growth forest, on the edge of a deep wooded wilderness, at the end of any trace of human civilization. ----- * A refrigerator hummed. A few lights lit the dining room and kitchen. An extended power line that stretched the length of a long wilderness dirt road still sent power to the remote cottages. A small but powerful generator with a full propane tank waited for the inevitable moment when the isolated fishing camp lost electrical power. The kitchen, dining room, screened-in porch, bathrooms, and bedrooms were tidy. Nothing was out of place due to the discipline of a dedicated family of a fireman. A scanner sat on the dining room table with a set of large handheld two-way radios in the kitchen. They occasionally crackled the sound of radio transmissions from the few

003 An Unacceptable Death, II by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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003 An Unacceptable Death, II

“Don’t make me regret this.” I quietly spoke to myself as the grip of a sweet, terrified, and sheltered 11-year old girl clung onto me to save her life. “Please don’t break my neck.” I pulled the other arm free the first moment I had the chance. I now had two arms wrapped around my neck and two hands clawing at my backpack for a solid grip. Both hands pulled the hair on my head, dug fingernails through my shirt, and scratched against my skin. She still could not find a secure grip. I was lucky that she did not grab and break my neck in desperation. But the ground shifted as she struggled. The wet soggy flowing ground rolled up her face and covered her nose. I dug the hole deeper to clear the mire away from her mouth. I thew each handful of soggy earth to my side. There was a plop each time a handful landed on the surface of the quicksand. The soggy earth at the bottom of the hole sputtered and popped. Desperate but muted sobbing screams rose from the

350 The House Sitter, I by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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350 The House Sitter, I

350 The House Sitter (M: 19 Years Old, Mud, Melodrama, 50 Pages) By Dark Angel Origin: October 13, 2020 The well-lit street was dead quiet. The midnight pitch-black sky was filled with stars and a partially lit moon. No wind, it was dead still. There might have been a hooting owl in a tree somewhere. But the neighborhood was usually and strangely quiet at this time of the night. I drove past the house after house. Some were lit. Others were not. Each was in a different stage of construction. Building materials and large equipment sat just outside of most of them. There were a few houses that would be ready for occupation in the fall. Others still needed a lot of work before the moving vans came. Nonetheless, it would be a very different neighborhood by winter and spring when many other families took residence in their new homes. Other than some large scrap containers, construction vehicles, and fresh pallets of supplies, the brand new roads through the neighborhood

350 The House Sitter, II by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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350 The House Sitter, II

My swimsuit was halfway into the lumpy, mossy, and moist ground. The earth around me shifted with the constant movement of my legs. A thought entered my mind. If my hips sank into the earth, I would never see them again. It would only be a matter of time before the suction would pull me downward, under, and deep into the quicksand. There was hope as long as I could see even the smallest portion of my white swimsuit. All hope was lost once it was gone and I could not get any of it back to the surface. I would become the first known fatality to a quicksand on the empty lakebed. I panicked. Grunting, groaning, and whining, I shifted my legs deep in the thick muck. The ground around me shifted, gurgled, and rolled I twisted and rocked my hips against the lumpy moss around and against me. Each clump that slid against my swimsuit seemed eager for the chance to touch, feel, and maybe even hold more of the smooth and slick fabric. The mossy ground seemed oblivious to

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210 Destiny II: The Urban Legend by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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210 Destiny II: The Urban Legend

Destiny II: The Urban Legend (F: Teen, Dry Earth, Fatal, Melodrama, 8 Pages, Controversial(Death of Teen)) Original: Jan. 10, 2014 Definition of urban legend, Bing Dictionary. Circulating untrue story: a bizarre untrue story that circulates in a society through being presented as something that actually happened, usually to a friend or relative of somebody the speaker knows. Synonyms: myth, story, folk tale, tale, tall tale, fable, legend, tall story. * The lakebed near the subdivisions was dotted with fire pits. The glow from the fires lit the tall grasses each night. It was particularly noticeable during the evenings of the weekend.

300-Lost Lake: At Your Own Risk by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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300-Lost Lake: At Your Own Risk

Lost Lake: At Your Own Risk (Informational Narrative, Pages: 3) By Dark Angel Original: 06/29/2007 Revised: 04/08/2018 A radio tower stood to the north of the lake, just beyond the subdivisions. At night two bright red lights shined on the tower just above the treetops. Higher up the tower, another light flashed. It turned the surrounding woodland a bright red with each pulse. Even higher, another flasher topped a second set of twin lights. This pattern continued until a bright red light flashed high on top. Support wires spread out from the tower. In daylight, the dark wires and insulators stood in stark contrast against a blue sky

120 Destiny I: The Promise by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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120 Destiny I: The Promise

Destiny I: The Promise By Dark Angel (F: Teen, Shallow Mud, 6 Pages) Revised: Sept. 13, 2013 A crescent moon sank in the west. The Milky Way rose from the east. The white belt of cotton arched high in the night. It continued until it disappeared over the western horizon. Stars filled the pitch-black sky. It did not matter if it was Leo overhead or Gemini deep in the west. Every constellation was crisp and clear. Hundreds of bright stars stood out against the blackness. There were the thousands. Dimmer, they could only be seen on a clear night. Millions and billions of other stars gave the blackness a white tint. The warm air was d

200-Lost Lake: Rumors by Dark-Angel-Seven, literature

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200-Lost Lake: Rumors

200 Lost Lake: Rumors (Informational Narrative) By Dark Angel Origin: Oct. 27, 2005 Minor Revision: 12/30/2019 The grassy mazes became a thoroughfare for young and old alike. Gorges cut by stormwater and small streams, which snaked from the shoreline, through the tall grasses, and across the lakebed became well known and traveled paths. They would provide easy access to the surface of the lakebed for many. Nearly everyone already made the trek across the lakebed. Whole neighborhoods of kids made it into a playground. Young couples disappeared down side trails just to be alone. Explorers went deeper into the tall grasses. Danger hi

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Artist // Student // Other

Jan 14
United States
Deviant for 10 years
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My ethics and religious values are conservative.

Born 1960. Has been male, is male, will always be male.

Married 25+ years.

Conservative lifestyle, politics, ethics, and religion [Protestant Charismatic but non (even anti) Pentecostal].

Socially withdrawn but can get really goofy and outgoing when I am comfortable with a group of people.

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I do not have one.

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Godzilla/Cloverfield et al, Star Treck, Star Wars, Deep Impact, etc.

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America’s Got Talent, History, Fox News, Weather, Military, etc.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tangerine Dream, Black and Unblack Metal

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General Christian Apologetics

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Harvest Moon

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Wii

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Apr 1, 2024

AW, CR*P! NOW THERE IS OBVIOUS PEDOPHILIA ON DEVIANT ART! I AM TALKING ABOUT FULL NUDITY PRETEENS!

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Feb 2, 2024

DeviantArt has taken a hard turn south with some of these AI created images. It is not even art.

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Jan 2, 2024

AI does not seem to understand moral concepts such as modesty or decency. I specifically describe something modest and I get something that is not close. Some images of children seem to lean towards a pedophile. It is one thing to make cute images of kids. It is another to make them gorgeous and pose them as models. It attracts attention that is unwanted.

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Aug 7, 2023

AI should NOT be "Premium Downloads". It should not even be considered "art".

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Apr 1, 2023

"003 An Unacceptable Death", "Johnny" Ward's version of the story will require a major overhaul. It is way too long. There is a bunch of stuff that needs to be cut out or change to make the story more readable.

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Dark-Angel-Seven

Feb 4, 2024

Excellent questions. I have no skin in the game – literally.

Women who gravitate to two-piece swimsuits do so to sell their skin because they have less than a quality personality. One can judge how much of a sex toy they are by the amount of skin they show. They gravitate to two-piece swimsuits because that is the trend. They are not individuals. They conform to the masses.

Those who gravitate to one-piece swimsuits are nonconformists. They have convictions and personalities. That if the hip lines are not as high as their armpits and the chest line is not as low as their nipples.

Art imitates reality. Young girls grow up to conform to the trends. Therefore, nearly all images of girls in decent one-piece swimsuits are much younger. This is also true of clothing. Check my “Cute Girls” folder.

Christianity, when it is not abused or misrepresented, is a great benefit to society. It has made advances in Science, Human Rights, Society, and Global Stability. It is open to questioning. Mostly, it is currently established and mindless. I consider it false.

If you check my folders under collections, you will find the folder “Heavy Metal and Other Bands.” You will find out that I tend to like my metal black. My God prefers honesty and will not hit me with a lightning bolt over my serious disagreements and problems.