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She always felt a split-second behind her own body, as if her movements belonged to someone else and she was just watching them arrive. Under the gaze of others, the lag narrowed.
They called her Saint Mercia, the woman who never stopped coughing. Pilgrims came from miles away to touch her hand, believing her sickness a divine burden that shielded them from worse.
I was staring up at my ceiling, Unable to sleep When I suddenly heard Critters creep Small but hairy, Many legs, And colored black, They were quite scary.
'It is said there is no sin, In killing a beast, Only in killing a man.
I took the dairy and but it in a box a found with priceless stuff like the legendary the sapphire eye. It has been lost like forever. I swam with the box and swam to surface.
Leering behind bloody white teeth. Yearning a time to be free. Carried deep in my soul, regret. And wishing so much for a key. Not taken lightly, a powerful beast. That owns the night of the moon.
Paulie was muscle for the mob, and when he was called upon to whack someone, he did the job right, without leaving messy incriminating details strewn about that might cause later problems...so while...
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
#fillintheblanks Jack Sprat could eat a horse, he was so hungry.
I forced myself forward, my lungs and thighs burnt with every movement. Kai was by my side, Christi right behind. "Come on!" I yelled to them, my face suddenly whacked by sharp thorns.
Balance is ever so necessary in life, yet all things are constantly moving to a state of greater disorder.
"Ash. Run!" I screamed, as the furry beast chased him through the dark woods. It came out of nowhere through the bushes. I kept myself going ignoring the burning in my lungs, I began to slow.
#fillintheblank There was once a man named Jack. Jack really loved to experiment. One not so average day, however, Jack had a nasty run-in with a vacuum cleaner.
#Nightdwellers My bones are popping, Skin is shredded, Become something, Legends dreaded. Nose to snout, And feet to paws, Upon those grey four, I grow claws.
Princess Titanium met with her oldest friend Vicky Long Knockings, on whom she can depend She is a gobby one, feisty as can be You wouldn't ever want her for an enemy Many years ago she had too many...
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
They’re getting weaker by the minute and I don’t know what to do. These things inside my body, these precious little jewels. Armored in my skin, I call these my bones.
"Change operation setting up. Lock all doors." A voice disturbed my sleep. Why was I sleeping again.
Lay before me was a beauty, One who repeatedly tore me apart, Her porcelain skin cracked, As she pulled out her bloody heart.
There was a cute little dog so i reached out to pet it. I felt something crawling. So, i looked at my hand and i saw that my hand was full of black specks like bugs crawling around.
(Contains words not suitable for young people) I sit here in something I wouldn't even consider a hole. It's only just lower than ground level.
#bestofopuss....a personal fave It was a beautiful sunny spring morning on that fateful day She decided to take her faithful dog Max for a walk, clear a few cobwebs away She decided to go to a...
Imagine you're in a big empty room, with a stone floor. Now imagine all light goes off. It's so dark, you can almost feel it pressing against your eyes.
"Listen to me!" The scientist's voice was sharp and crazed, his blue eyes the color of a poison dart frog. His white hair stuck up in all directions, and his face was jaundiced and sinking in.