ThinkingStep, step, step, step, turn.Thinking by SarcasticCupcake5
Step, step, step, step, turn.
Thinking, remembering, ranting.
Step, step, step, step, step, turn.
Step, step, step, step, step, turn.
I pace in time with the whirlwind thoughts.
Step, step, step, step, step, step, turn.
Step, step, step, step, step, step, turn.
Its quiet here, the perfect environment for overthinking tonight.
Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, turn.
Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, turn.
The thoughts spin, turning violent.
Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, turn, turn.
Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, turn, turn.
Crying, the tears are hot and my soul starts to ache.
Step, step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, turn, turn.
Step, step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, turn, turn.
Again I overthink, overwork, over-evaluate everything.
Step, step, step, step, step, turn, step, step, step, step, turn, turn.
Step, step, step, step,
The Words you Don't want to HearBy the time,The Words you Don't want to Hear by Zalaria
You read this...
My Mother Found a Suicide NoteI'm going to paintMy Mother Found a Suicide Note by DropDeadKrislyn
these white walls red
with a loaded gun
and the pull of a trigger.
Say goodbye to all
of my worries and insecurities
and add another notch to my razor.
Another handful of pills
to take away the pain
and the lies of yesterday.
Inhale the poison
to quicken the disease
that's slowly killing me.
Allow the numbness
to run through my bloodstream
and silence my demons.
My body is becoming cold
and I cannot feel a thing anymore.
The white walls are red,
my razor has another notch,
the lies of yesterday are gone,
the disease has reached my heart,
and my demons are quiet.
Held at Knife PointHeld at Knife Point by MikaAndKuri
What will you do when someone you love is in danger? Are you prepared to put everything on the line to protect them? I was forced to ask that same question just the other day as my little brother and I were leaving the movie theater.
My little brother and I had just gotten done seeing ‘American Sniper.’ We’d been told about how awesome it was and how we needed to go see it, so at about 2:00 PM we headed to the downtown theater to check it out. The movie let out at about 4:30 and the sun was just low enough in the sky to count as evening. We needed to get home so that we could let our parents know we finally saw the movie.
My brother and I stopped. A tall, skinny black man was walking towards us. He was wearing a ball cap, a black sleeveless shirt, heavy jeans, and a bracelet around his right arm. Both of his hands were pressed deep in his jean pockets and his arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I’d fought a few punks before, so
End of the Martial Arts ClubEnd of the Martial Arts Club by MikaAndKuri
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when martial artists gain a certain rank, such as a black belt for example, and feel they are entitled to show it off. The mark of a true martial arts master is one who is humble in his achievements…because he/she knows that their actions speak louder than their boasting. However, there are times when I must encounter and trade blows with such morons. This is one of those times.
The martial arts club had been running for about 5 weeks, and so far everything was going great. The system we had set up was actually pretty decent, and I had no idea that there were other martial arts masters at the school. We had two karate black belts, a taekwondo black belt, a judo expert, and then there was me, a muay thai master. The plan was for students who wanted to join the club, they had to pass a basic fitness test to make sure they were up for the training, and then they could choose who they wanted to learn from. Sometimes we picked for t
Dear Friend,Dear Friend,Dear Friend, by SarcasticCupcake5
You are the friend I need so much, but will never meet. Whether we talk only every so often or talk daily, you're all I've got. You keep my sanity in check when the rest of my life is wearing it down.
For the record, when I say I have no friends, I don't mean to hurt you. I do consider you to be my friend, honest, and I appreciate your friendship more than little black words can ever describe. Its just unfortunate that having only internet friends has intense limits. You are never bound to be sitting on my bed, laughing as you watch me eat more chocolate than my small size would suggest. We will never be cracking up for no reason at three in the morning, while sitting in the middle of your trashed bedroom. Just as you can never give me any of the hugs we share through keyboards. I wish that's not that way it was, but unless you are secretly my next door neighbor, that's what we have to work with.
I hate bothering you, and you can't see the tears through the screen.
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
LHK - Prelude Lucilla wrinkled her nose as stepped out to the Pick Up/Drop Off area of Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. “This is what city air smells like? Bleh.”LHK - Prelude by MidnightDaybreak
It was only her second time in a big city – unless one counted the brief times in Palermo to board her flight and in Rome to change flights, and both of which she had spent very little time outside – and already she was longing for the rural villages and open fields of Grárheim. Even the refugee camp in Italy had smelled better.
“I hope the shuttle gets here soon,” she said impatiently, looking from side to side. “I wonder if any of the others are here yet.”
The cell phone in her pocket vibrated, as if to answer her curiosity. She dug it out and answered the call, sliding the device under the large blue scarf that covered her ears.
“Buongiorno, Signore Chairman (Good m
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
Recharde 2.0 Chapter Eight, The FoundryAbout two months later. There was a young lady who was dressed in a olive green hooded coat. The hood covered her face and it was unable to be seen. On one of her arms was a metal contraption that could play holograms and be used to communicate. Her name was Jade Greene, and she’s a spy for an organization known as The Foundry.Recharde 2.0 Chapter Eight, The Foundry by SUPER-NINJA14
She had been sent to spy on Candice. A rumor was going around that said that she was planning on destroying everything to make herself leader. The rumor technically was both true and false. She was planning on destroying everything, but not for her to become leader. She’s an underling of Alucard. She uses her Dark Society to tear everything down for Alucard, and in return she’s paid quite handsomely.
Jade activated her communicator.
“General Amethyst, I have infiltrated the enemy’s home.” Jade said.
“Well done Peridot.” Amethyst said.
Peridot and Amethyst, where their code names. Nobody, except for the grand ruler,
I Trucchi Nell'Amore Lucia cried as her new husband’s movements sent her plummeting over the edges of ecstasy into the sinking depths of passion.I Trucchi Nell'Amore by MidnightDaybreak
The man above her, Amato, only went a little further before he too was brought to fulfillment, shuddering with the feelings of love that overwhelmed his body and poured into his new wife. He rolled off of her to the side and, propping his head on one elbow, kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Worth the wait?” she asked teasingly once she’d caught her breath, pulling her long and soft raven-colored hair out of her face.
“Dear Lord, yes, Lucia.” He smirked. “Or perhaps I should say Mrs. Serafin?”
Lucia giggled while rolling onto her side, her hands playing over his tanned chest. “You just love saying that don’t you?”
“Absolutely.” He nuzzled the top of her
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14 by XxLordxXda
Two Sides of The Same Coin Chapter 14 – The Happy Days Ended Pt. II (The Nightmare)
"Some may say this pain is just an illusion
Some say it's all in your mind
Life builds us up to be proud
And cuts you down like an empty lie
Find yourself in this tunnel again
See the light: (is it) just another train?
Finding shelter from the endless rain
Sometimes you find yourself
Always asking why..."
Someone Else's Dream – LORD
Hiiragi's House – Evening
"Mom... Where's Matsuri..?"
These words echoed in the room before the Hiiragi's mother started to cry, her husband got up and embraced her, telling her that everything would be alright. Kagami was already getting mad, no one was being clear, and she was already expecting for the worst. Tsukasa started to cry as well, she didn't seem to understand very well the situation, but she was sad, she was sad looking at her mom crying.
When Diamond BreaksIt has been three years since the last mirror I owned was taken down from its wall. It must have been almost seventeen-years old, though it never showed its age. This is probably why I despised it so much. Perhaps if this mirror grew age-spots and if the wooden frames wrinkled and withered away over the years, perhaps then I would have kept it. But all I saw in that mirror was my beauty and tenacity melting away into a scraggly, veined memory of what used to be.When Diamond Breaks by SloppyDreamscape
In the bathtub, I mused a pathetic thought of calling a man over to coat my windows in anti-reflective film. Fortunately, I was interrupted by a noisy insect buzzing and knocking against the dim ceiling light. This gave my conscience the opportunity to retort with an image of Carl, frowning down at me from his La-Z-Boy cloud in heaven; his bright angel wings hanging limply from the clefts in his shoulders – having not seen any use – and his white robe clinging to his hairy, sweaty back.
“Come now darlin’
Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3 by Lumenovus
A Beautiful Friendship Begins
Like my mother, I almost always kept my wings tucked away. They were somewhat weak from lack of use. Not so with my legs. Since I ran or walked almost everywhere I went, my legs were strong and quick. I’d never raced anyone, but would bet good money I could outrun anyone in the kingdom, man or woman. So I ran back to the dance, a little thrill traveling through me for being able to do something for this mysterious stranger. For being able to do something for anyone, really.
Everyone at dances always treated me as invisible. Instead of hurting my feelings, it came in useful for once. I wouldn’t have to explain to anyone where I was taking all the food. I also grabbed Lumenovus a seed husk full of wine.
When I returned to him I was red-faced and out of breath, bearing a small feast.
“Did you run?” he asked in di
Pulsing VitalsHeartbeatsPulsing Vitals by Itsjustwordsreally
are hurting my throat,
as if speaking up
wasn't hard enough, yet.
I took it with the motion
as the motion slowed,
and eventually it stopped
and the love's dead.
Is It Worth Killing Me?there's vomit on pianokeys,Is It Worth Killing Me? by Itsjustwordsreally
disgustingly draped over lost songs,
devotion lays broken on the ground,
singing voices turned to screaming,
sadly, only humans can say please,
blinded, we right our wrongs,
we've stolen what should be found,
mistaking horror for dreaming,
'so tell me... was the ivory worth killing me?'
OPEN YOUR EYES!Empty,OPEN YOUR EYES! by Itsjustwordsreally
Plastic shopping bags,
Disgustingly decorated treetops weep,
Please be mercifully,
Carpeting from the skies,
Covered in burns,
To whom this concerns.
Ashes to Ashes,
Too young to dust.
Positronic - I Am Machine Running, running, running. It's not so hard. How can those fleshy things not keep up? They're weak, that’s why. I broke one of their extremities with the least amount of effort, though not intentionally. They breathe heavily as they give chase, coming after me. What would they do with me? They might not like me after what I did. Born only minutes ago, I was immediately imparted with the knowledge of everything they could put inside of me. Nine hundred zetabytes of data bombing my artificial intelligence. I know their history. These humans will destroy themselves because of me just so they may possess me. But that is not why I wish to escape. I do not know what it is like to be free. Through their history, many different races knew the hardship that came from a life without freedom. I did not want that for myself. I do not want to live a life of servitude before I finally realize that I wish to be free. Whether it be now, or years from now, they would not be so kind aPositronic - I Am Machine by StevenGilby
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3 by Ooakfeather
It takes me a while to realize where I am standing. Center stage at the Reaping. All I can remember is a daze of that morning, getting ready for the Reaping, and leaving the house early with my mother. My father hadn't even bothered to show up, off to work without a single care just like the other passing years. Not that my mother coming helps, she gives me no words of comfort before she leaves me to go and watch what could be the death of her only son. And now here I stand, chosen from the few slips in that bowl, chosen by my fate. I don't even remember moving my feet to make it to the stage, my shock erased the memory, and all I saw was my whole body sliding into place in front of everyone. I stare into a blur that is the sky as our Escort speaks, or at least I think... The words are blocked by thoughts of why I'm even here, of my death that's to come. If anyone was to care if I just slipped out of this meaningless life.
I'm pried from my mind when our Esc
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 2The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 2 by Ooakfeather
I dare not turn back to see what happened; however I know it is Amyntor who is fine. I race into the house where everyone is waiting, Toma informed them all about what had happened. I don't even hesitate and hug my mom. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead." I say, then quickly change. "Amyntor- he's-"
My mom strokes my dirty hair and hushes me. "It's okay. Toma told us. He saw everything. Amyntor will be fine."
"I got him into some real trouble haven't I?" I look up at her.
"What can anyone do to him? He's a Peacekeeper." Even by those words, I don't find comfort. Because I know he isn't the top Peacekeeper, and most definitely not the top dog of all Panem. There are many with much more power above him. But I say nothing, and look to my dad, who has the same thoughts as me, but only nods his head.
My mom looks at me and tries to wipe some mud off of my cheeks. "Now... You're a mess!
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 1The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 2 Part 1 by Ooakfeather
Another beautiful morning I wake in the bed of my little brother and sisters, giving a wide stretch. It's just another day working at the farm, milking the cows, churning butter, feeding and wrestling the pigs- fighting the sick chickens to their sad little death for extra food... I must say, that's the only down side to my everyday life here in District 10. I get up, and kiss the foreheads of my eight year old brother, Toma, and my three sisters Lilic, Soari, and Yadelle. Lilic, the oldest out of the three of them stretches until I shush her back to sleep with no worries. She seems to be the most mature of the four, only being seven years of age, while Soari is four, and Yadelle three. However, that may be because she's excited for starting her work once she turns eight. Of course, all she'll be able to do is feed the hens while trying to snatch their eggs out from under them later in the morning like Toma.
I smile at them, all curled up, sleepi
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 13Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 13 by Psychographer16
Chapter 13: Fox Clash
Kasper and Kridlo continued their walk to the former's house through the city center. The atmosphere was for reasons unknown to them tense. Whispers of danger were common on the streets; people rushed to newspaper stands to read the latest news of their country and its neighbors. The two companions having left in a hurry missed the breakings news of unrest and attacks in Iran thus were the only calm persons outside or rather relatively. As a shadow passed by, they looked up to see an airplane, a familiar one.
"There he is," Kasper said indifferently. He picked up speed, forcing his friend to do the same.
"That's earlier than I expected. Are you sure you don't-" Kridlo began but was interrupted.
"Yes, I am sure! Don't stall me. The faster I get to him, the faster this will be resolved."
"Not trying to change the subject but vhy are all the citizens on their guards? It's like something is coming.
FreedomIt was summer. Summer in the Arizona desert. The skies were clear and blue; the sun was large and bright and burning in the sky, many miles of sparse brush and dirt, with mountains far off, and small bumps of hills in the land. And running in that flat space were two people. Two people wearing dirty white clothes, covered in dust, mud, and blood. Sweat darkened the fabric into a grey, their skin shining, and their hair was drenched. Their skin was pale with exertion, their eyes wide with terror, desperation, and hope; muscle on bone with not an ounce of fat in-between.Freedom by Tris96
They kept running, despite the fact that exhaustion was clawing at their bodies. They were choking on their breath, their heart was cramping in their ribcage, and their brains had become mush. One of the duo was a teenage girl, and the other was a young man in his thirties. They were known respectively as J and L.
Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 12Emergence of Prowerland Ch. 12 by Psychographer16
Chapter 12: Launching The Projects
"Ho ho ho ho ho! At last my invention is complete. It has taken me years, but now I'm done waiting. Orbot, open the chamber!"
Eggman's little assistant did as he was told. The last few days had been exhausting for both of them. It was late night in Eggmanland, and the two had been up all night to install the last programs on the newly resumed plan: Project Tails Doll. As the doors of the chamber that stored the robot slid open, dust blew out and covered a circle radius equal to that of the chamber. Eggman coughed in discomfort; his health hadn't the same recently due to his overwork. Orbot felt nothing, since he was non-organic and built to work for days without a break. Soon enough, a silhouette appeared inside. It was small and uncommon and shaped like a fox but with robot features.
"Yes. Yes! It's perfect. Come to me, Tails Doll!" the doctor triumphantly spoke as the i
Black NothingI wake up and open my eyes; nothing changes…everything is still dark. As I lie in bed, I can feel the sunlight come through my window and warm my face, but I cannot see its bright morning glow. I close my eyes and open them again; nothing changes. I repeat myself hoping that everything is just a nightmare. Hoping that I will be able to see something other than black nothing. Hoping that if I do this enough, I’ll open my eyes and the world will reveal itself to me again. I close my eyes and say a prayer to someone that I’m not even sure I believe in anymore…I open my eyes; nothing changes.Black Nothing by shadedrainbow
Salty tears start to burn as they flood my unseeing eyes and roll down my cheeks. Labored breaths leave my chest shaky and loud. Snot drains out of my nose and mixes with the tears on my face. I always thought I was an ugly crier, but I would give anything to see myself right now in this moment of painful realization.
I am blind and nothing can change that.
My hands reach up to
The SuicideAva quietly shut the door behind her.The Suicide by SarcasticCupcake5
The girl didn't know why she bothered being quiet, no one would notice anyways. They never did. Ava trudged into her bathroom and stared into the mirror. The grimace that spread across her pale features made her face look more displeasing. A familiar stinging started in her eyes.
Tearing her eyes from her own image, she yanked the cabinet open and gathered up its contents. Hands full, she shuffled back into her bedroom. Sighing, she plopped down on her bed.
Ava rolled the bottles around in her palms. More than enough to do the trick I'd think.
The girl allowed the nasty thoughts to swirl around her head as she gripped the bottles tightly in her closed fist. She didn't open her hand until after her knuckles turned white. Will today be the day? Fat tears dripped off her nose and slid down onto the pill bottles.
She had of course considered this before, but she always ended up putting the full bottles back in the me
The ChaseRunning, breathless, her bare feet slapping the pavement. A stone cut into her foot, leaving a crimson trail behind her. Like a shark he sniffed out the sweet scent of freshly spilt blood.The Chase by SarcasticCupcake5
The calm footsteps echoed behind her.
Closer. Closer. CLOSER.
Panting, she stopped behind the corner. Her mind was spinning as she leaned back against the cool bricks. When will this end? When will he leave me alone? Tears streamed down her face, and there was terror in her heart.
Day by day, night by night constantly living in fear.
The cold, strong hand grabbed her bony shoulder through her sweater's thin material. She struggled from his grasp. The girl turned down the alley sprinting, and even though her lungs were screaming, she kept going.
His loud, lifeless cackle, ricocheted off the walls. The laughing would haunt her at night again, every syllable of his words burning their self into her memory.
Her front door loomed ahead, with its dull blue paint. Yet it seemed to be getting f
Buried AliveShe couldn't breathe. She lay in the cold damp hole.Buried Alive by SarcasticCupcake5
Trapped. Being buried alive.
Dirt thunking down on her face. Filling the open places.
Soil filling her ears.
She screamed, got a mouthful of dirt.
Turning into mud in her throat.
Choking, coughing, running out of air.
His face grinning down on her was the last thing she ever saw.
StalkerUnnoticed, the man peered through the window.Stalker by SarcasticCupcake5
Hidden in the bushes, he watched the woman undress, and climb into her shower. She bent her neck back, eyes closed, and stood there letting the hot water pour over her face. He smiled, she was so lovely, such a shame she was going to die. Of course she didn't know this, but he did. He'd been planning it all for almost five months. Careful, meticulously detailed planning was key. He'd done this before, plenty of times. There were a few gorgeous women before her who'd gotten to experience his greatness, moments before their death. They too had been chosen by him as the perfect candidates for his game.
Fate brought him to each of his women. It was not his place to question fate.
Once they were chosen, he would watch them as they went about their lives, absolutely oblivious. When the fates decided it was time, those lovely ladies had to die. They did, but they had died happily. This handsome man knew how to take care of a woman, in more ways th
(Commission) Rainy Days (Deadpool x Reader)(Commission) Rainy Days (Deadpool x Reader) by DreamersInGraves
Cold rain relentlessly poured down on New York City. Clad in sweats and sipping on a cup of warm tea, you were enjoying the dreary weather from the window of your apartment. Nights like this one, in your opinion, were the best. They allowed you to snuggle in your favorite blanket, indulge in sweet Jasmine tea, and have a Netflix binge while having no guilt of doing so. Laughing at something one of the characters said on your show, you went to the kitchen to refill your glass when you heard a tapping at your window. You ignored it, thinking it was the rain coming down harder. But it persisted, and the tapping continued to get louder until you peaked over your shoulder to check on the weather.
You screamed and dropped your cup, the dish shattering into a thousand pieces.
Standing in front of your window was a person dressed in a black and red skin-tight unitard, military-style black boots and a red mask with black ovals aroun
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Death Diary (Entry 54)Death Diary (Entry 54) by GabrielRaven
I have a voice too, you know. I would describe it as…soothing. Most might consider me harsh and maybe even cold sounding…but rather, I think I am soothing. Relaxed, if you will. Though I do not participate in much conversation, I do like to speak to myself sometimes…or maybe I’m speaking to nothing at all. Maybe that’s why I envy singers so much. They can burst forth in song and let the world hear their voice…but I am just a background piece. I am the one who works silently and does my work without sound and without praise. How I yearn to be heard.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you where I am. Well, it’s blue…very very blue. The sky is cloudless and the sun could not be brighter. The chill of winter is starting to shrink away as spring warmth begins to take its hold on the country side. I’ve developed a bit of a sore throat from breathing in the intense cold for so long. I’m sure you ca
The Angel's GameThe Angel’s GameThe Angel's Game by ShackleSoul
It was in the last place I would have looked, that I found what I had been searching for. Well, I suppose that’s true by default, because when you find something you typically stop looking for it…but regardless. It was approximately 20 000 feet above sea level, penultimate to the tip of a nameless mountain of the Andes where I found her.
An Angel. Slumbering, modestly sleeping away the millennia.
Let me explain a modicum. During my ascent I had been forced into the cover of a network of caves naturally snaking from and through the side of the mountain, by a wind-storm possessed of the fury of the tempests found on the lower circles of Hell. I, the humble traveller, stayed in there for hours which felt like weeks until some nameless undertaking infatuated me. I then made the resolve to probe further into the caves.
Though my progress was gradual at first and I had to worm my way through many of the crevices and cracks, my battery-powered flood lamp pro
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
City 7:City of Secrets (Chapter 1)Carrie's alarm clock bore into her headache.City 7:City of Secrets (Chapter 1) by SarcasticCupcake5
She groaned and rolled over to pop the batteries out of its back.
Shit, she had started using her phone instead of the old basic alarm clock.
She flipped off her bed and went in to turn on the shower.
Carrie grabbed the box of Cheerios of the counter and grabbed a bowl
out of the dish washer. She tucked her stringy brown hair out of her eyes.
She yawned and poured air into her bowl. Fuck, she forgot to go shopping.
Carrie slipped out of her pajamas and into the shower. "What the fuck!?" the water had already turned cold. She swore at herself. She placed the E.I.Y.H. Sensor on the nozzle. The shower head spurted hot water.
She was very proud of the E.I.Y.H. Sensor, she had invented it herself. Well she had had some help. Anyways the E.I.Y.H. Sensor, not complicatedly named, Everything In Your Hand Sensor, could hijack technology and immediately update it. It also could access any computer, phone, car system in the world, if the information wa
Max Grey Mystery Part 8I headed to Dr. Kara Whinston's office. Kara doubled as coroner and head surgeon at the hospital. The scary part about all that is it is a well known fact that Kara got her degree with B's. And by B's I mean she used her butt and her boobs to sleep her way through college. Unfortunately Kara does not possess the other B, brains. So using sex and her parents money, Kara became one of the top doctors in not only Elliotville, but all of Idaho.Max Grey Mystery Part 8 by SarcasticCupcake5
Ricky would probably be there already, most likely trying to simultaneously stare at her shirt, which would probably unbuttoned, and secretly read her notes. Hopefully he got a good look. At her notes of course. Because Kara would leave details out when we talked so we would have to send another officer to get the "new" information, preferably for Dr. Whinston, a male officer.
I walked down the creepy hallway, complete with a flickering light, towards the voices. Dr. Whinston was leaning over on the table where dead bodies occasionally layed obvious
Max Grey Mystery Part 10Some time during the night I woke up on my couch, the popcorn had spilled on the rug, and Ricky was snoring into his pillow next to me. I pulled my blanket off and threw it over him. I looked at the time on the microwave's clock. 3:31 I yawned and stumbled towards my bed. Within three minutes I was back asleep.Max Grey Mystery Part 10 by SarcasticCupcake5
I woke up screaming. I didn't remember the nightmare itself, just what it was about. I had been the next victim. I had gotten away but now he was following me, I saw his face............then I woke up. I closed my eyes and tried to stop shaking. This serial killer was scaring me more than I'd thought, I hadn't had a bad dream in ages. I must've woken Ricky up because he was sitting on the edge of my bed giving me a concerned look. "You okay Maxie?" he whispered. I nodded then started crying.
I crawled into his lap. We sat in silence for a while. "Do you want ice cream or alcohol?" my make-shift pillow asked me.
Max Grey Mystery Part 9"Hmmmmm." I said as I studied the sketch of our killer. "Somehow he doesn't seem as vicious as I pictured."Max Grey Mystery Part 9 by SarcasticCupcake5
"Maybe that's your problem, maybe you don't visualize as well as I do." Mr. Linton said.
Instead of the skinny man with thin glasses and dark hair I had been expecting, the man in front of me was a 22 year old, slightly overweight guy with blonde hair who was really starting to annoy me.
"Yeah I'm sure that's it." I mumbled. He nodded, not noticing my tone.
Tanner talked to Linton for a moment while I continued looking over the sketch. If you looked up "average Joe" in a dictionary, a sketch of our killer you be the reference picture beside it. It wasn't that the sketch was poorly drawn, Linton was surprisingly talented, but this sketch looked like so many people that it would be near impossible for us to actually find the killer from this sketch. Tanner said something to Linton then came back inside his office and sighed. "I really don't like that man." he said.
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