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One night, a father and his daughter were driving down a deserted country road. They were returning home after spending the entire day visiting the girl’s mother in hospital.
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Sometimes, I wonder. I wonder about the world outside. And What It's Like.
Do you feel the chill. The ice is growing colder. It's clear we failed the test. Now the cyan soundscape is closing in around us.
My eyes were glued closed,. Against the frosty wind,. My nearly frozen toes,. Told me here, I was pinned,. The darkness ate me up,. While all I could do was sigh,. I wish I had the luck,.
She sits alone and stares Into the dark cold night She waits for the figures That brings her the most fright She knows that they are coming They always will do too She just wants to know Why are they...
I awoke to the sunlight blinding me through the net curtain, I tried to roll over but I couldn't sleep, so I got up and went for a walk down the caravan.
#household I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me. So I wore a mask that always smiled; To shadow my feelings behind a lie.
The chill envelopes me as the old door creaks and finally latches behind me. An ice breeze washes over my face, brushes my hair back in all directions. I take a step.
Standing alone on a cold dark night. When even your home brings the mist of fright. When your hope has gone. And just fear remains. The wolves are out there. Howling your name.
*makes a call* Answer machine: Your call could not be reached at the moment please try again in 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, 0 seconds.
The cold stare as I walk through the door. You don't even say hello anymore. I sit at my desk in silence by myself. Wishing I could be anyone else. Someone on the inside, not isolated out here.
Despite being surrounded by a crowd, I feel isolated. One is the lonely number, Even though I am a half of two. My footprints march through the sand, Separate and distinct from the others.
U. N N. K O N. W. And all alone. Never to find. A true home. A. T G. S H. O. Among the living. Found in memories. Of pain and grieving. O. S. L. T.
Nothing prepares you for a night of complete loneliness. 4am comes around, all of that strength you possessed in the day unhinges itself in the midst of cold sheets and the silences that you dread.
'What use is it. What use is anything?' Your hands tremble as the freshly drawn blood dribbles along the skin of your hand to drip softly onto the stained carpet below you. 'No, nothing's wrong.
As the seasons change, From winter to spring, New tales are told, More stories to bring. Through summer The fireplace has no uses at all, But as the cold air draws near, The ash soon will fall.
James waddled through the threshold into the pitch black corridor. He placed his hands onto the wall to the right of him, using it as a guide and also as a walking aid.
One of my darker ones I wrote a while back.... Can't say I didn't warn you.
Her shuddering breath echoed throughout the room like dimes in a tin can.
You stare up through the ceiling, Wondering if there's a God. You feel like David Bowman, Alone in his space pod. You stare down through the floor, Wondering if there's a Hell.
Seasonal - Autumn The girl awoke with wet eyes. The sky was clouded and rained down upon her. As she stood up she felt joy in the squelched ground beneath her feet. She started to walk.
Seasonal - Summer The girl awoke with shadow in her eyes. The blistering sun hit down hard and made strange pattens on her soft body. She seeked cover and found it under a leafy plant.
#HalloweenParty #Ghost I sit with pale hands, Watch where the dust lands. My heart an empty void, No longer humanoid. Transparent and alone, This, what Death has shown.