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The wind whistled and howled, One cold November Night. A figure was bent behind the window, Of a house only just in sight.
Darkness. I had never liked it, and this place was filled to the brim with it. Upon lighting my torch, I was relieved to see some of the church after the blackness that had previously been there.
Here's a tale of Igor, Dr.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
Mirror mirror on the wall Who will win and who will fall. What if the tale was to change Into something bleak and strange.
Death. It changes people. It changed me. It can force people to attempt wild things in the name of hope.
'Twas a gloomy night, with the moon full bright, That the stranger, came to the inn door. His horse was a'frenzied, snorting and whining, and pounding on the cobbled floor.
Sleeping beauty an eternal cutie No not briar rose, the name black rose I really choose Just a baby born of the night oh they just couldn't handle this sight An unformed bud but still as radiant...
Spinning web, crawling crazy. Grinning skull, flaming eyes. Screaming in the darkness. Howling into the night. Deadly fangs of the killer spider, as it crawls into its bed of crystal.
What goes on in this darkened house Built beyond the graveyard gates. Evil, torture and lost souls A playground for where they all go. A house beyond the fear and yells.
*This will contain some spoilers* I went to see 'Dark Shadows' starring Johnny Depp today and it was completely different to what I thought it would be- in a good way.
The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir.
The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir.
That girl is just a child. She's wearing a black Victorian-age gown that would be reserved for mourning. It's sheer silk, lace, and velvet combined.
I went for a stroll one misty night and roved upon the moors, and there a creature I did see a beast of teeth and claws.
Boys and girls every age don't you want to see something strange.
Ok, so this is my attempt at a scene setter for a gothic story, hope you like it. If you do please tell me and I might write a full gothic story.
1. The moss-covered gate swung in the strong wind in front of me as flashes of lightning illuminated the bell tower which stood guard over the grounds.
Rain trickled down the busted windows of the ancient Edwardian buildings in Dark CLoud Avenue.
The study was a small, compact room, old fashioned, well furnished.
Firstly, hello.
Ordinary People Sammy If I told you I was a had royal blood, you'd probably laugh and shove me on the ground. But it's true. Yes, this moth-eaten, bloody ragamuffin is a prince. Or used to be.