Voodoo Doll (Mona's Ghost)
A crooked plush face, And a Mona Lisa smile, Twenty seven stitches sitting, And a passion for beguile.
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A crooked plush face, And a Mona Lisa smile, Twenty seven stitches sitting, And a passion for beguile.
The cold wind blew as I stepped out into the street The warmth of my home slowly drifting away like a distant memory Where am I heading you may wonder work ,shop,school run .
Graveyard angel, A weather-worn beauty, Deceptively holy, A demon in heaven's clothing, Perched atop a Grey-stone mausoleum, Surveying the realm She stalks, owns, Keeping the dead in...
#halloween #shortstory As the young man roused to his senses, he saw beings in worn-out, hooded, dark cloaks float over him, towards the source of the light.
Shining raven hair cascades like crystal water down her slim back. Glistening sapphire eyes pierce the obsidian night. Gleaming golden constellations shimmer onto the vibrant earth.
His creations were nearly complete He smiled as he continued singing "The knee bone connects to the thigh bone" Those voices in his crazed head kept ringing The basement was damp and dark Rusted...
The forest at night. The deep blue sky holds secretive thoughts and mysteries. The silver stars shine and glimmer at the forest. The gleaming moon spills through the trees to the forest floor.
Last night, the masquerade ball.I felt your touch and wanted it all. Precious face and lips so sweet, little did I know what I would meet.
Red lips, Blue skin. Something hidden, Deep within. Purple eyes, Yellow fingers. A sense of magic, Passes and lingers. A magic word, Passed between. Icy breath, Wisping out green.
I don't write stories, don't be too harsh. Pant. Pant. Pant. He was catching up. Shadows were shrouding my view, and I could only see a few metres ahead. But I could t stop.
(Part of chapter 1, i need someone to tell if its good anoth to continue) Chapter One: How can I, how can I run faster. My legs are aching; my heart is pumping ready to explode.
I gained consciousness. My first view of the world, my first breath of air, and it was in what seemed to be a damp, dark, and slightly reeking basement.
Banished. Standing in the mist a of a forest, eyes set on the silent moon. Jade green eyes, frosted over along with the earth.
Ravens fly above her body. She stares, expressionless, at the sky. The sky that used to be a vast blue mural. What happened to everything. She doesn't know.
A gathering of six, in an old gothic mansion. A large pentagram adorns the floor. A meeting of minds not restrained by societies sanctions. A ritual is held that's evil to its very core.
Crack Crack Crack The mirror begins to crack, all around my hand, I stare in horror as the flowers around it begin to die, they wither and curl.
Venture the woods in dark of night, The blood-wined moon to be your light. Follow the trees, deeper and deeper, Where the willows grow thicker and thicker.
A neon sign flickers through the darkness. She steps into the club. A man takes her by the hand, leading her down a secret staircase of cold stone.
The spirits are waiting... ----------------------------- Intro ------ 'All the boy's and girl's in the graveyard were shouting, but Makio could no longer hear them.
Four of us towards the town, Our handsome brows creased to a frown. Searching for a meal for us, A quiet drink - no need for fuss.
Creature of the night, a shadow by day,. For when the sun rises, it must hide away,. Blood drips off lily-white fangs,. Jet black pelt where moonlight hangs,. Eyes on fire with blackened flames,.
Flicker in the darkness,. A faerie in the haze,. Lost lover, so obsolete,. Struck down by midnight's gaze,. Wander, lost by moonlight,. Warm heart yet oh so cruel,. Icy cold and elegant,.
The only sound audible in the dead winding streets were the clicks and ever present clacks of one, Deloria Ische's shoes.
A heartless evil reigns behind your eyes. A cold, black pool of tar, oil; seeping into everything you touch.