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The following is a story that I had to write for my english class. It is title-less. Feel free to give me ideas, and tips to help my writing technique.
Turning. Around. Shadows. Are. There. Running. Quicker. Without. A. Care. Tripping. Falling. Scraping. Scabbing. Knees. Turn. From. Clean. To. Black. Tears. Come. Streaming. Down. Nothing. I. Can. Do.
Tiffany was finishing up homework in her room when she got a text on her cell phone. She didn't recognize the number, but the text said "Take a bath and go to bed, it's a school night".
Gentle temptations. Melodic sensations. Sung in a sigh. Watch time go by. Dulcet selection. Toxic affection. Rythmical purr. Life is a blur. Numbing accords. Hypnotic words. You're now broken pieces.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait........it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
(@patdolan83) I saw it......it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait......it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
Standing alone on a cold dark night. When even your home brings the mist of fright. When your hope has gone. And just fear remains. The wolves are out there. Howling your name.
This is the 3rd stanza in the group poem started by @patdolan with @sjw doing the 2nd.
It's all in my head they said But they don't see What I see Hidden in the dark The shadows hate me mother The dark is dragging me down I see the eyes The eyes that followed me home It's in the...
A walking message of darkness, No joy in their footsteps, No life in their eyes. They are the walking dead. Life abandoned for no apparent reason, Waiting for the inevitable end.
#silver #colour #nightdwellers @Petitpois He sees me, I'm sure of it The entire hall is dimly lit So terrified, and cannot forget He is always there, he is always watching.
#nightdwellers (this is for you Brits. It's mid afternoon over here) Woke one night, with a pain, Hair was soaked, pillow stain. There was nothing I could hear, A human shadow did appear.
Sweep after sweep, my head felt as dirty as the mop drenched in its own dirt. My back ached from bending so low, and so did my self confidence.
When words are said. I'm lost. In a dreadful haze. I cannot concentrate. My eyes become unfocused. I can't hear what they say. In my head. I'm lost to an abyss. Swallowed whole. Mercy lost upon lips.
If the world was your canvas on which to paint With blood and tar With rainbow oil glittering In the red red sky If your scars filled that canvas full A twisted smile on a blank White canvas Would...
Twisting halls and bending doors, Moving halls, sinking floors. Endless mazes, pounding heart, Illusions tear your mind apart. Whirling head and racing thoughts, Shaking hands, throat in knots.
The darkness is my friend,. My closest companion,. My staunchest ally,. It wraps itself around me,. An unseen blanket,. Covering,. Comforting my soul,. Calming my nerves,. Caressing my senses,.
A porcelain mask upon his face,. He moves with an elegant grace,. Bright red hair burns on his head,. He has a knife made of lead,. A straight back and pointed toes,. Confidence is all he shows,.
I had to see if Octavius was ok, I needed to hear his voice to reassure myself that he was ok. I grabbed the phone and punched in his number. "Hello?," said a voice.
I looked around. I couldn't quite make out where I was because I was surrounded by darkness. I could feel the could hard concrete press underneath my palms as I set up.
#halloweenparty. #name. I unlike the other invited guests. Know exactly what awaits. I know precisely what will happen. When I pass through those wrought iron gates. Hiding on those desolate moors.
Silent tongue, crescent lips, Sparks burning, liquors good night kiss, Fire lit on the tip of intoxications tongue, Bleeding between pearl teeth, Silence turning skin to stone, Spinning webs...
I don't write stories, don't be too harsh. Pant. Pant. Pant. He was catching up. Shadows were shrouding my view, and I could only see a few metres ahead. But I could t stop.
I might go for a walk soon. Under the October moon. There are kids around. And not one holds a frown. Like the one on my face. It's not like I'm unhappy. No, that is very untrue. I am in a good mood.