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They say you go by Boo, You withering, not-so-old man, you. To most, you seem like a creep, Haunting children in their sleep, Fear and wonder spark their dreams, But ain't nothing as it seems.
Sitting here tonight, drowning in thoughts. All the battles I've lost, and all the wars that I've fought. Every lie that's ever slipped these lips, Every curse thats brushed these fingertips.
A woman was on her way home from work in the car. It was dark and she was driving down a deserted road with nice houses on the right and a park on the left.
You think that I'm different. I know that I'm strange. You think that I'm distant. I know that I'm deranged. You want to feel safe. I know that you're scared. You're afraid of your hate.
#youngwritersemotion #insanity She cackles in as she sits in the bushes scheming. He laugh, if you could even call it that, rings out into the darkness, a bit like the sound of a dying crow.
The walk in the park was amazing. The sun licked my face with warm embrace. I never heard or saw anything. It happened so fast.
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.
Part 4 (Finally had some time) Just cooperate those words rang in Kits head. She was in an office or study, a room Kit had never been in. This must be the room that had been locked.
A young man was sitting at his desk, staring at the empty page in front of him. His pen was resting between his fingers, occasionally flicking it restlessly around. Deep in thought, his vision...
Wednesday feels more promising as I wake and practically run to the door to find no letters. I get dressed and ready for work with a spring in my step.
A darkened palace, a prison, a keep, Where blood runs down and secrets seep, Corridors, endless, shadows dance, But perfectly silent, still at a glance, Chains clink and clatter, in the blackness,...
#nightdwellers There's a man with a black fedora, With a unmistakable dark aurora. With his night like eyes and pale white skin, He wears his hair slick, 'tashe, stylishly thin.
the was once a lovely young lady and a very handsome man. they had known eachother for a fair few years. after being in a relationship almost five years, the young lady became pregnant.
Though I should say, To you my dear, "How are you this evening?" You seem full of fear. Your eyes say nothing, They're gloomy and dull, I wish I could see, Right through your skull.
NB: Trying out a new theme here, let me know what you think of this a basis for a longer story ;) It's a relief to be home, now.
A black haze clouded my vision, as I rose from my resting place. The events from before were a blur, from the windows smashing, to the dart penetrating my skin. I don't know where I am or why I'm...
Haunted by the man before him, he stood bolt upright slowly breathing heavily, but with the invisible control he had primed over numerous cases.
My memory was getting even worse. I don't even remember what I did after burning the box. After that day I spent the rest of my nights wide awake. I dare not close my eyes.
Thanks to Alex Murray for the story idea in general, check his stuff out.
He did as he was told.. He went down to the shop and bought 4 things from the list... He did as he was told... He came back with the 4 an hour later... He did as he was told...
Sitting for hours in the corner of the dim lit room, he remembers how it was before. Before the devastation. Before his mind questioned anything and everything. The voices in his head.
Yeah, I know I used to be that girl who wasn't afraid of anything, but now here I am admitting that I'm scared to death.
There staring back at me was a skull. I didn't think I would ever see it again. It was haunting me. It knew who I was, it was like the person was still alive. Why me. I can't believe I agreed to help.
A grey baron waste land, dull replicated people, living synthetic lives. A conformists' world.