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When everything else has seemed to fail, all I've had to do is close my eyes and pray. It may sound stupid, and some may roll their eyes and be like "ugh, religion. Seriously?" I'm not that religious.
The candle burns, A flickering light, It's soft, warm glow, Lighting up the night. By candlelight, I write a note, My tears stain the paper, Smudge the words I wrote.
The plane started to tremble like an earthquake. Turbulence, no worse. Smoke arose from the back of the plane and filled the crisp blue sky.
Again, sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy it. :) Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep... "Hello. Hello. She's unresponsive. Her heart rate's increasing.
It felt like I had waited hours for dad to come home. The hardness of the banister didn't help with the long wait either. I then heard the leaves outside crunch from someones footsteps.
Camping with the moon, All full with a pleasant glow, I just hope that on this night, The werewolf do not show.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware.
Chapter 1 : I walked slowly into the forests. It was dark, scary, and foggy. I walked on and slowed down because the forests are forbidden. I walked on and smelled something burning.
Eugene closed the book and yawned. He stared at the cover. A man floating through space, giving birth to a tentacled child through a slit in his forehead.
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
Cold night, Dragons breath. Chilly enough, To cause death. Fur gloves, All things warm. Rushing to get in, Away from the storm. Blue fingers, Frozen lashes. Thunder rumbles, Lightening flashes.
Run. Fall. Pick myself up. Getting. Closer. Im out of luck. Dip. Dive. Behind a tree. Gasping. Shaking. Don't let them find me. Silence. Freezing. An unnatural wind. Hiding. Still. To the spot pinned.
Rosalind's P.O.V She went down the street, tears running and wearing rags, this may be Victorian times but no child should be like this.
Delilah P.O.V. I had lost all sense of time, it could've been five minutes I've been sat here, ten, twenty or just two.
Here we stand,. Shoulder to shoulder,. Hand in hand,. Observing boulders,. Destroy our home,. As Tears flow,. But we are not alone,. No point in saying no,. It was to happen,. Accept it move on,.
Just to let everyone know I'm still here. Opening eyes to the dark void, an endless abyss of shadow and death. The very whites blotted out by the suns denial. Irises dilate and drink in the blackness.
She knows that she can't hide from him. No matter where she goes or how she change he will aways find her. Never stopping.
Chapter 4 It was an odd looking bird, kind of blue with yellow spots, oh and it had four eyes.
Aged 15, she was a runaway teen When she left, she did not understand what it would mean It seems like a lifetime ago now She doesn't even know why, all she remembers is a big row The young girl,...
In the park at night I trod, Nothing about this night is odd, The sky is an abyss of black, The theives must have stolen the stars and trapped them in a sack.
Do you feel the chill. The ice is growing colder. It's clear we failed the test. Now the cyan soundscape is closing in around us.
Inspired by @sleepydragon's 'Auschwitz'. Torn from their men. A husband or child. Screaming their losses. Eyes wide and wild. Weathered and withered. In black and white stripes. Given a star.
I burst through the bed room door to find Octavius sitting up, curled up with his knees tucked up close to his chest. He was rocking back and forth crying.
My eyes were glued closed,. Against the frosty wind,. My nearly frozen toes,. Told me here, I was pinned,. The darkness ate me up,. While all I could do was sigh,. I wish I had the luck,.