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Good to Be BadIt was like watching a movie.
A movie in which the film was tainted yellow and stained with age. The sheets along the reel,
burnt along the edges and flickering in and out of function, just enough for the picture to make sense.
A woman was the subject. This woman who was young and spry and loved nothing more than a good time.
She was a socialite, if you were being polite. Each party she hosted in her deceased mother's home was like wildfire, people pouring out of the doors and windows. They would shriek and shout and laugh and hoot on and on until the very crack of dawn. This woman loved every second, indulging herself carelessly in sex, drugs and bottle after bottle of spirits without even thinking.
She became very well known for her recklessness.
Everyone knew her, but she had no friends, no spouse, or any children of her own.
Her mother was the last ray of companionship, but even then, the woman was too wrapped up in her social life to grieve the loss.
One fateful night, as music bl
“For the six millionth time, yes. I am blind.”
“If blind, why wear glasses?” A French brunette sat against the hips of a pink headed boy who had made himself comfortable sitting cross-legged on the floor. She gingerly pushed said glasses up farther on the boy’s nose.
“I don’t know, Patrice, would you like everyone treating you like a cripple?” Ender said gruffly, placing down his book. He wrapped his arms round her waist as she wound her legs round his.
Patrice chose to ignore his question and produce another of her own.
“If blind, how can read?”
“I just can.”
“You stupid, you cannot read. You lie.” Patrice-Jacques said, frustrated. “Is impossible.”
“I can take off my own head. I can read if I want to.” Ender grumbled. “What’s it to you?”
“You read to ignore me,” stated the French girl simply. “You read to ign
Jerk AlertThe trees that surrounded the House were dull and lifeless. Grey and brown leaves littered and blew across the dead grass. It was around the end of Autumn and nothing was going on. None of the Oddjects seemed to have any energy to do anything. Not even Hayley, who was basically energy itself.
Rain puttered against the windowpane. It was sound, steady and sleepy enough to lull anyone into deep dreams of lazy gray days.
No one bothered to talk, no one bothered to go outside.
Tony sat at the table with a newspaper and a cup of steaming tea. He glanced across the table to Hayley, who was playing Angry Birds on her palm in her immense boredom.
The puppets had chosen to go camping, leaving all Oddjects with nothing to kill, and nothing to satisfy their testy tempers.
"This is really boring," muttered Hayley in a tone that would make Harry proud.
Ender glanced up from where he stood reading in the kitchen by the warm furnace outlet.
Tony huffed and set down his teacup. "No, I ag
Even in the Storm, Leave the Light On"But it's a quarter to..!!"
"I DON'T CARE!!" shrieked an angry lamp Oddject. "I don't CARE what time it is!"
"How can you not care about the time?!" The blue clock man screeched.
"I'll tell you somethin' pal!" spat Liam, "The sun tells me what time it is! The sun has told time since before it even began!!"
Tony opened his mouth to blurt a comeback, but nothing was coming out.
"I'm right aren't I?!" He sneered, "You know I'm right! I don't need your bloody clocks and wristwatches! I know damn well what the time is!"
Tony's left eye twitched.
"Fine, fine! Whatever! You're right! Now go away!" He waved his gloved hand dismissively.
"I will!" Liam shouted and stormed outside, slamming the door so hard, the house rattled.
Perched outside on the front stoop, Francine reclined lazily against the threshold. Her eyes had been shut in a light nap, but they snapped open when she felt the tremor caused by Liam's door-slamming rage.
She sat herself up when he stalked onto the porch.
Liam pulled a s
Consequences of Our Actions"It's a horrible process, a horrible experience, and more often than not, a horrible outcome."
Was that a lie?
It very well could've been.
After what happened with her?
He didn't even want to think about trying it on anyone else.
All he remembered was the white hot flash of pain, the shriek and the promise.
The promise to never do it ever again.
"Memories make you into who you are. If you lose yours, you'll change. I don't want you to change, you're my friend. You're perfect as you are."
He was too afraid to admit that to himself at the time. He was a coward. Burned an empty hole into her mind, just to save his own skin.
A horrible process.
He remembered how she paled and cried and begged for him not to. She wept and wailed and told him over and over she'd stay quiet.
Oh, how it hurt him to see her that way.
But he couldn't bear it.
The whites in her eyes turned towards him as it he and all their talks and jokes and arguments faded away from her memor
Just Relaxa boy was crying at his desk.
A tall man with narrow shoulders loomed over him like a shadow
"FIX IT." he bellowed, jamming a finger to the boy's head.
"I'm t-trying...!!" he whispered through his tears.
"You call that FIXING?! You're making it worse!"
"You pathetic excuse for a child!"
The man raised a hand to strike the boy.
Ender jolted awake with a sharp breath. He sat up in bed so violently, he nearly tumbled out of the sheets. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his temples and the back of his neck.
His room was dead silent. The only thing to be heard was his heart hammering against his chest. His breaths were shaking and shallow.
What a nightmare...
Ender thought he'd pushed those memories out.
But no, his subconscious had brought them back to the surface.
The eraser curled up into a ball, his head between his knees. He gripped his hair as his shoulders still jerked with trembles.
After a moment, he relaxed and slowly pushed his legs over th
My townThere are so many towns but
This town is different
This town lays isolated
in a lifeless landscape
In this town wind doesn't blow,
Lightning doesn't flash,
And thunders aren't scaring,
they sound recognizable
to all citizens.
ZombiesDead rising from the graves
To prey on the living
Driven by instinct
And not by thought
They're nothing but tools
Used by an evil mastermind
To destroy mankind
And create a new world
A world of despair and darkness
Ghosts of a Belle Dame"Those that go do not return,"
tales tell of the woods, be wary;
no good can come of entering.
Not that anyone lives to speak.
This path was his quickest means
with dead branches and peeling bark.
Everything falling away
like a corpse shedding its skin.
He knew the cost of his road
and soon grew fearful of it.
Gusts of wind forced his step
and the copse invited him in.
There were whispers in the trees
and eyes in every shadow.
His mind was not a trickster
and the forest possessed no life.
A faint hand fumbled out,
and he felt it against his skin.
Alas, his eyes could not perceive
what he knew to be there.
"Hide not in the gloom,"
he spoke into nothing,
"- the winds and moon betray you."
He choked through ash and dread,
"And you are revealed."
An apparition of light and pain
flew from the dark in earnest.
A knight of old armor and crest
whose face was stricken with woe.
A word could not escape him
and he motioned to the Earth.
Scattered in piles around them
were the bones of visi
Sadism.She sleeps with a knife
Next to her right,
As she falls asleep
To her day dream...
So carefully she drags
The thin metal
Against your hot neck,
Not letting go
Until the blood has drained,
And your skin
Is as ice frozen as her heart
The blade shines brightest as
Sits upon her tasteful tongue,
Now blood red
She sleeps with a smile
With her blade nearby,
As she slips into slumber
After her dream has lived
Corruption OverloadFinally I have been freed from everything
that makes me human
Finally, I don't resists
I don't remind
others about themselves
Kick me in the head
I don't believe it helps
but you want to do it anyways
So kick me in the head
You have corrupted all my files...
Finally I have escaped from all the things
that made me human
I can do things without
Kill and slaughter
Until they see what I have become
and lock me up
So I won't
harm them again
Raven BoyI heard one night
That the raven boy smiled.
His eyes black as night;
A sign of death.
The safety of her their dreams
Cannot grasp the sibling.
A gaze into his eyes
Drives them into sudden hysteria.
As the children fall deeper
Into the vortex of madness,
The raven boy smirks
Letting their screams open the ground.
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
The wandering deadI woke in a forest of petrified wood
Why I was there, I did not know
I screamed for help as loud as I could
In answer, I heard only crows
It was then that I saw the wandering dead
There limbs were long, their heads were thin
yellow teeth, and eyes blood red
all wrapped up in rotten skin
They stared at me with unblinking eyes
and began to sing a macabre hymn
of wails, moans, giggles, and cries
Inviting me to join them
I ran away from the undead wave
refusing to accept such a fate
I came upon a lonely grave
and learned I was too late
Love Can Be WarYou know I will slay
the dragons that chase you,
rip their hearts out
with only my hands,
turn the sky red with blood,
watching it tumble to the earth.
I will stand between you
and armies of thousands,
bring them to their knees,
set the sky afire and let it rain
down upon their heads.
Even your demons
I route them out one by one,
rip my flesh from my bones
as they might,
no matter what nightmares
they dare to unleash,
I will drive them all out and leave
them twisted and impotent.
Broken and bloody as I may be
as long as I draw breath
I won't stop fighting for you,
through the caverns of hell
I'd walk to bring you back
and I would never let go and never look back
until I knew we where free.
Okay poem written by nine year old meCreeps a lot
If you take a moment,
To listen very closely.
You would hear something,
Which you would regret.
Take three steps backwards,
On a one-step road.
See what the Crocodile's
Wish to tell you.
Why do you look so funny?
With a sword upon your head?
Like a crown of heros?
No, no...whisper why?
Who shall be the next to die?
Take three, take another.
Hold on tight for no other.
Hush and Shush,
Cease to speak.
There is a monster
In this sleep.
Silly old clown
Why must you smile and never frown?
Questions child, are no use,
Any one may see.
I may smile for a while,
But frown when you ask me.
Cut across a silly face,
Looking through the heart.
One more thing, go away.
If you wish to see.
Now the child asks no more,
His mind grown a-weary.
From the scary face of fright.
Leaves his bones a-teary.
These creepy crawlies in the halls,
Children peering through the walls,
Speaking in tongues of demons that sing
Creeps a lot, wither and
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