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#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
#TheOpussDead Just a little teaser for my old mystery story idea, I started it s while ago and felt with the theme it would be right to share.
The last banshee sung.
There was a vampire called Ned Who wasn't always dead He came alive At half past five To paint his coffin red And then later at night Ned leaves behind the light He stalks the land Paint brush in...
#TheOpussDead 20th Jan. 2002 Dear Mother, He's wonderful. Our beautiful baby boy. He's called Carter, after dad. Carter John McKeown.
Feeling it Take a hold With my skin Turning cold. My skin flaking Beginning to decay As my cherished memories Slowly slip away.
Writing in my diary, my scribblings lit by the warm glow of my lamp, I'm comfortable and warm. Suddenly a creak echoes through the room, a creak of a foot on the stairs.
Once upon a time, there was a little Skelton that glowed in the dark. His name was Ben. Ben lived in a little boys bedroom. The boy was called Jake. Jake was scared every night.
His eyes Red Red like blood Like blood Running Running through his eyes His skin Crystal Crystal white Black veins Coursing Along his body Deepest night Black fire Teeth Like knives In my...
Born free Into this world Instincts known The rest is told With eyes Wide but closed They lost All sense Of their own Believing lies Not seeing real All gone A zombie world No longer...
As the virus takes hold. I feel my blood burn. Coursing through my veins. Anger starting to build. Fever breaking out. The wound on my arm. Alive and weeping. My limbs are on fire. Eyes blood shot.
#TheOpussDead It was the same dream again. Melody thrashed beneath the covers, sweat beading her forehead, her heart pounding in her somnolent state.