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No matter what I do, It is always there to greet me. A vision of my future. A horror for only me to see. I see a man, stand facing me. His head faces the ground. In his hand, there is a pistol.
By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, That erst were found reflected there - The vision of a woman, wild With...
Chapter 1 Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet. He watched the people laugh in the water the sun blaring down on their bare backs.
I feel that my room had gotten a little more colder then usual. Though in my thick duvet the cold passes through. I turn my head to glance out the window to see if it is dark out. and yes it is.
Waking up, trembling with fear, The memory shedding another tear, Reminding me of the past dream, That woke me up in a painful scream.
It scares me so The darkness What it is hiding.
Adelaide McKenzie stood barefoot, a small dot in the vast countryside. This was her haven, her home. The wind was still a gentle breeze and the sky a fabled shade of amber.
They all say that we have a few skeletons in the closet. If that were true, this creature would be sleeping next to a graveyard. If he sat next to you in on a park bench, he appeared a regular man.
The TV flickers on with a buzz as you awake. You find yourself strapped into a leather chair in what seems to be a metal room.
The curtain is pulled back slowly to reveal a face of a small child pressed against a window.
Stan knew he had fucked up. Why had he gone hunting 2 nights in a row. That was just plain stupid. It didn't help that his last victim had been his next door neighbour.
I sprinted all the way to the end of the bridge and turned my head. It was a quiet, cold night and piercing breezes were dancing around my body.
Walked through the valley of shadow and death, Grab by the necked and choked to death, Only there was left there spirits, Blood all over the fucking floor she cried as they tortured her some...
1.You were an accident. 2. You are different and that's bad. 3.Dads new wife Robert. 4.Kathy was so bad her mother stopped loving her. 5.Curious George and the high voltage fence.
I walked around the flat and didn't find the cursed girl. All I wanted was to kill her. I was going crazy. My mind wasn't listening to me. I was crazy.
It was terrifying. It was like some kind of primeval fear rooted deep within me that reared up when I heard the sound. I knew straight away what it was - and what it wanted, and I started to run.
Ok, so I am skipping ahead a little as I am struggling with the parent conversation bit. It needs work. Let me know what you think about this part though, please.
I hear you breathing. The regular rhythm of life reverberates through me and reminds me that I'm hollow. A shallow graven image lying next to your slumbering form; Empty, soulless, naked and barren.
Abby was sitting in her room one day when she heard someone crying soutside. She ran to the window and saw a small girl sitting on the curb, sobbing. She looked about seven years old.
Quaking with shhhivers, All snuggled in bed. Not sure if it's cooooold, Or just in my head. I pull the covers up hiigh. Chhattering teeth to stop. Thinking of hot places, the cold comes out on top.
She looked into the shadow, trying to see what it was. An ominous shape looming in front of her.
Prey listen to me Sir, for I need a place to rest. My clothes are sodden from the storm, and I feel a cold upon my chest. I saw the light from yonder field and made my way with haste.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one...
I was watching him, his hands dripping with blood. His blue eyes were red but no tears were falling down. And his light brown hair looked sooty in the dim light. His face was set in a pained manner.