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-uploaded it earlier but accidentally deleted it!- I smile grimly, looking at the whitecoats. Sometimes my time with them isn't fun. It isn't nice. It doesn't get my adrenaline rushing.
Sleek and stylish. Dress in ruby red. Hair midnight violet. Long and silky. Eyes a deep soft blue. Lips creamy pink. Face flushed slightly. Her name is Deception. She is the temptress.
I knew, facing the demon before me, that it was my time to die. He might have been handsome at one point, but now he was a monster. There was nothing human in those eyes.
#household. Wants to belong. Yet still be unique. Wants to find a home. Where she can be meek. Glances through ashes. Of her once-upon-a-times. Broken and burned. For all of her crimes.
Black hardened eyes cold & dry,. Staring out into night,. Looking into a puddle of blue,. Reflecting the moon dangling in the sky,. No reflections. of a vampires existence of life,.
The next day I noticed something was off. I couldn't tell what it was but there was a feeling deep within me telling me something was terribly wrong.
A whisper at the corner of my eye, A vision parted, in surrendered lies, Beasts of the light, or beasts of the dark, Lurking and stalking, Stealing away hearts, Leaving them scarred, Defaced and...
part 64 I hated the dark. Even here, in her sexual desired bliss I was still afraid. "Who are you?" I called into the abyss around me. I could hear my voice echo and for a moment all was silent.
A few days later, or was it the next day?, either way I went to school. I didn't want to tho. I wanted to stay home and research more on this Slenderman. He was slowly taking up my life.
Deep scarlet blood splatters across the gleaming ivory snow. A trail of destruction leads through the hibernating forest to a veiled cave. Water drips in diamond drops from the freezing wet walls.
I don't know where to start. I'm not even sure if I should be talk to anyone about this but I have to get it out of my mind and on to paper so I know... I know I'm not crazy.
Entrance to the deathly maze, A gate of bronze and steel, Delirious, hysteric craze, Of which the mind can't heal.
I know it's quite long, but please read it through, it's not that long. "The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do." ~Patrick Ness- A Monster Calls Ha, it's so cliche.
I was bored so I decided to do chapter 2 while I had the idea. Hopefully you'll like this one too. Chapter 2 Just after the incident I excused myself. I was trying to swallow what happened.
#taleofterror #nightdwellers At the same time every night as the old clock chimes midnight, the beautiful woman walks the hallways looking for others she can tell of her plight.
Nocturnal & sewn into the night. Silent & brisk out into a city of lights. Blade at hand, alongside the reaper they stand. Fear in the air, looking out into a dark dreamland.
The darkness surrounded, paralysing her mortal skin. Her breathing increased rapidly as panic started to set in, as she realised the monsters from the fairy tales aren't as unbelievable as they seem.
"it came out of his nose and mouth" the old patient continued. "it's pure fuckin evil" he said. Darren just stared at the Prince's new host in disbelief. "was there no end to this shit" he thought.
#youngwritershousehold That half decomposed leaf i found the other day was different, special. It was odd to find a leaf in the middle of my kitchen floor.
#emotion Unbeknownst to those that did, Unto me their gracious deed. Left me that I may bleed, For sowing an idea, a seed.
(Ok, so if you don't know who Slenderman is, prepare to be confused. Google it.). I never liked danger.
Me and Toni walked together across the park while the rain hammered down on top of us. Toni was shaking and she pressed her head against my chest while she spoke to me.
*** Just then, we saw a shadow going past the frosted glass (it wasn't cold, it was just the type of glass). (The shadow was the very thing that had chased us into the cafe).
They're like the hounds of hell, Relentless on your trail, Smelling your fear and hate, Feeds the space where there should be a soul.