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I've built our house of horrors its murder perfect, to serve a purpose, I think we're hated, well that's okay we'll leave our victims sedated, they asked for this it was fated, look at the house of...
I don't remember falling asleep. But I am back in the place I thought I'd escaped from. My dream, The darkest of dreams. Everything is black. I know I'm inside, there is no moon or stars to comfort...
Early at first light they left us in the house boarded up the windows shut the sunrise out emptied out our cupboards no bread, no milk, no jam left us only spirits and the head bones of a dog Early...
Chapter 2: The Nightmare Complete darkness surrounded Daniel. He was standing in a black void. He looked ahead, and saw from a distance a naked man fall from the top of the void, and hit the floor.
I smile. Back where I belong. Rid of their iron cage. Back where I'm queen. I breath in the imaginary scents of joy. Chocolate tonight.
I don't want to go to sleep. I would rather succumb to insomnia than dare close my eyes. The dreams will start, and I don't want them to.
As I lay down on the floor I wondered how did the frown on my face come before. It is terrifying here A place of misery I could no longer bear Why can't I just leave.
Bees nest in the gutter Living through a marriage Your pretty coat lapels Symbolic of past damage Buttoned down and curative Blessed uneasy peace Insects under plaster raspberries conjure...
This place is a hole, But home for the shattered, A distant scream, Another one battered, Whispers and mumbles fly through the dead air, Was that real. Ha. who would care.
The blood was everywhere or so it seemed for Sara. Her dress was ruined and so was the carpet, the stray thought about cleaning bills sneaking into her mind uninvited.
We're not twins, Aria and me. No, the relationship we have is much darker. Yes, we looked alike and acted alike. That's because we were closer than anybody would ever be able to imagine.
I like things of a twisted manner. I spend time plotting... Yes i'm a planner. I love the thought of blood & guts. Smell of burnt flesh drives me nuts. Somthing isn't missing from my brain.
There's a snake lurking in the grass, I'm walking. Such a beautiful snake, I'd rather it be revolting.
You'll never know what I have to say, By the time you do, I'll have faded away. Falling Flying Plunging to foreseen defeat And the unknown thoughts you soon will meet.
Everyone who sat at the table had dark red eyes that stared blankly at the table.
Please assist my sight, this can't be right, Shush silly of course it is, you can't deny what is, Sad about the past, this mind not meant to last, Oh my sweetie I'm ever so near, I'll hold you...
Heart aches, like a stab. Happy heart attack. I've got something to show you. My bleeding heart, it bleeds for you. Heartache, hard to breathe. There's something I want from you.
Miranda Wood was channel six's local news reporter. It was her job to go out into town, and report back on all the exciting news going on. Sadly there was hardly ever any actual news.
This is a piece of a larger work, this is the very beginning. I don't have a title for it yet, though have ideas... ----- I reached out in front of me.
Alan Brooks, the wizard of the deck, raised his game another level. "Come on John put your money where your mouth is" He urged vigorously "One more game double or quits, what do you say?".
I saw the devil last night; His eyes burned deep into my soul. The fires of hell blazed in my cheeks, As he smiled at me, Perfectly.
A thick, pressing dust covers every inch of my world, as far as the eye can see. It chokes me, makes it hard to breathe. But I am used to not breathing.
I look in the mirror. I see no reflection. No skull-head, no sickle, nothing looks back. The man I remember From yesteryear's picture Is lost in translation, needle in stack.
Ghosts whisper in my ear at night, Whispering my name. Waking up in horror, The only sound the rain. A presence comes upon me, I feel the bed is moving.