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Every morning I wake, dazed and confused, She has left me alone again, I feel so used. Nothing to show, but these bloody bites, They fill me with chills, unsure dark nights.
Blood stained lips Pale white skin 3 dead brides No living kin. Long sharp teeth Nails to match Hair as dry As cottage thatch. Long black cloak Hides from daylight The original creature Of the night.
Shadows shift as I walk in the twilight, Movement just below my line of sight. The creature stalks me again, A stranger alone with not a friend. Sense of fear feeds its drive, Will I make it out...
I had a dream once and it was kind of freaky..... I was in a hotel with my mum. It was dark. There were creaky wooden floorboards that only made the place look darker.
An old mansion sits at the top of the hill. With its steep pitched gables, it's presence leaves a chill. Guarded by gargoyles, once inside there's no way out.
As requested, here's the rest of the flash fiction extract (Piece In Progress) from my gothic literature essay: It lie there before me, seemingly lifeless, the body of this creature of whom I had so...
An extract from my Creative English essay, part of an exam I'm taking today.
(Apologies- it's a long one but I hope you enjoy) "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis, satanica potestas..." Cecília's voice was assured , measured but powerful.
CHAPTER 1 It was raining on the night of my death. As I child I always loved the rain. As a child... When everything seemed good, before we found that the rain was dangerous.
"Someone get the lights!" A voice called out in the dark There was the muffled noise of chairs moving then footsteps, and the sound of quiet sobbing.
Diamond thread crisscrossed the soaring, onyx marble hall. A huge, obsidian spider hung elegantly in the pearly web. Bulging eyes glowed an eerie crimson.
Ghostly candles light the table, This dark night comes from no kid fable. A black chandelier hangs from the cieling, The room is alive with a venomous feeling.
Its teeth are pointed yellow, Its eyes filled with water. This creature I have created, Looks made for slaughter. Its skin yellow, saggy, Its lips a diluted grey.
A dark and dreary day of sorrow and gray, with a man grieving his lover’s death. How he wished he felt her final breath; his absence an untimely regret.
"Stay Away From The Shadows" Cranston City, Rhode Island 1949 Marcus Blair held out one trembling hand, as he lay on his death bed. Struggling to fill his lungs with oxygen.
You think that I'm different. I know that I'm strange. You think that I'm distant. I know that I'm deranged. You want to feel safe. I know that you're scared. You're afraid of your hate.
Vivian, Mary and Hartley were adorned in white robes and tiaras of thorns. The three women were of incomparable beauty.
#halloweenparty #witches. I'm a bad ass nasty witch and I'd turn you into a bat. Then I'd take your children and feed em till their fat. I'd put them in my caldron with a square egg and leg of fish.
#halloweenparty #decorations. This opulent mansion although faded and worn. On All Hallows Eve is very much alive. Sir Allen Edgar decorates the halls. On the party sprit he will thrive.
Something wicked this way comes. Gathering all it's power. Amid the rats and crashing waves. The crew it has devoured. A tempest rages towards the land. With thunder up ahead.
#household Where do children go when they too far stray. To Torchwood Manor down the lane Where ghouls and goblins do fancy feast On bat pie fricassee and fine young meat.
In the misty darkness, Flickers the candlelight, The gothic scene appears, Giving us a fright, Ghosts hide in the shadows, Whispering away, Arachnids in their cobwebs, Waiting for the day, A zombies...
The sun is hiding. The moon is shining. The sky blue. Now turns black. The stars whimper. Afraid of what they see. It is the month. The month of all scare. And no love. The time to dance on graves.
#acorn #household Lit by light of candle, I sit alone tonight, In my darkened room, Awaiting morning light. The rain is thundering, Against my window glass, And I sit cowering, Hoping it will pass.