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Red BeamsAt one point, I was a skeptic like some of you. I didn’t believe in things such as ghosts and the supernatural. I always found way to prove that there could never be such things. There were plenty of arguments that worked in their favor, but there were just as many, if not more, than worked against them. But after my strange encounter that mid-October night, I’ve turned away from my skeptic past and dedicated my life to hunting down the paranormal.
The little back country road was covered with leaves so much that if you didn’t pay close attention, you’d run right off the road and continue driving without even knowing. Every tree was as naked as could be, its branches appearing as fragile bones in the moonlight. The cool evening air slipped through the crack in the open sun roof, mixing with the small amount of heat in the car and creating the perfect temperature.
“Kaydence, trust me, I know where we’re going,” I tried to assure her. My girlfrie
Tales Of Events And IdeasI am the poem
I am the house
and the lover that
I am the flower that
the leaf that
I am the song
the story you will
I am the picture that
the water that
never dripped from the spout.
I am the event that
never carried out.
Buttercup TeardropsI held the
little yellow rose
close to my chest
and told it
everything would be ok,
but it didn't listen.
Its petals continued to
flutter like buttercup
colored tears to the floor,
and I felt helpless,
as helpless as ever.
If I cannot protect
a delicate, innocent rose
from the cruelties
of the world,
how can I protect
A Nightmare In A Christmas SweaterOne, four shining gauntlets,
each one made for you.
Two, the pitter-patter
of painted black shoes.
Three, a striped sweater
adorning green and red.
Four, a felt brown hat
perched on a demon's head.
Five, a face so burnt,
it makes the heaven's cry.
Six, a gaping black hole
where his heart would lie.
Seven, a living nightmare
taken in by your dreams.
Eight, you've lost all hope,
no escape it seems.
Nine, blood splatters on the walls,
spewing like a spout.
Ten, you'll never sleep again
with Kruger creeping out.
Popping VesselsTrekking through a garbage mound
of glass and broken bodies.
Cracking, each one makes a sound,
makes cuts like photocopies.
Blood sprayed out like wildfire,
cars overturned like rocks.
Wrapped up hose and a mutilated firefighter,
dying cats in a cardboard box.
Everywhere you turn lies death and loss,
not another human in sight.
Trapped inside an undead's jaws,
floating towards the light.
Encasing your hands over your ears,
you scream as loud as you can.
Piercing the silence that death fulfills,
with one bite, you're part of the clan.
pink and blue
with dripping wax
of red and gold
the green glass holder
incinerated like strawberries.
of smoke and berries
fills the air
as the flames
at your curtains...
your bed posts.
like candle wax
off of bones
that once wrapped people
up with arms
and offered caring touches.
She kissed the sun goodbye
as the sweet scent
of her favorite fruit
engulfed the ones
that cared for her.
Give A Wish For ChristmasRipped corner from corner,
tearing the paper block placed
in the back seat
of my car.
on my windshield
like droplets in the summertime.
All the warmth
is my breath.
the gift from you-a wonderful
for my poems
to call their home.
As a pencil is
from my pocket,
it begins a dance
across the paper.
It creates the words about you,
stroke after stroke. I told
you I would keep
The Day The Music DiedGuitars were smashed across the stage
as the lights are brought to the ground.
Hearts are broken,
dreams are crushed,
and any hope you ever had of living
is struck to the ground like lightning.
Booming thunder and strikes of lightning
bring burning flames to the stage.
This was the thing that kept you living.
Deep earthquakes crack the ground.
Every building in sight is crushed,
and the sound barrier is broken.
Try to repair the hopes that have broken
with the clouds that broken with lightning.
Fireballs fall and the notes are crushed,
instrument remains decorate the stage.
You collapse on the ground,
wondering if there's any point in living.
You've got to find a reason to keep living
despite that you saviour is broken.
You claw deep into the ground
to save yourself from lightning
and, for the last time, reach the stage.
Protect yourself from being crushed.
Every bit of your soul has been crushed,
and your heart is the only thing still living.
People run from the stage
to protect thems
Funeral For A StrangerI'm sure he was a wonderful man,
the best husband.
He probably made you
coffee in the morning
with just enough cream
to turn it sweet
He probably had one of those
that could make the street lamps
and even the sun
sparkle with jealousy.
He probably took your little
black toy poodle
for walks on rainy days
for fear that the chill
would make you ill.
I'm sure his HEARTBEAT
was the lullaby that rocked you
to sleep at night
when nothing else could. I'm sure
he held you closer than
your skin and clothes allowed
and let you breathe in
his intoxicating aroma.
Every night you were together
made you believe
that magic does exist.
FrancexReader ~ Butterfly Room
You smiled at your sleeping daughter's beautiful face. She looked just like her father, Francis. She had his skin complexion, his face shape, his adorable nose, and his perfect sapphire blue eye color. And his soft honey blonde hair, well, at least she used to...
You remembered the exact day you found out that you were pregnant with her. You were throwing up like crazy that morning; Francis asked you if you were okay, and you had simply said that you'd be fine. After awhile of sitting against the tub you realized that your period was 3 weeks late.
Fear was the first thing that sank into your mind at the thought. France and you had never tried or anticipated for pregnancy. But, you two had been married for 3 and a half years and it was about time for you to welcome a new member into the family.
But, the first thing that you had to know was that if you were really pregnant or not.
You ran to the drug store immediately and purchased a box of pregnancy test, all of which came out positive.
UTAU Short Story 003: Masanee's GiftMasanee growled and rolled around several times on her makeshift mattress to try and drown out the music that echoed through the vents. Grabbing her improvised pillow, she slammed it over her head and held it there in an attempt to block out the jolly jingles. She loathed this time of the year for numerous reasons; the constant drone of repeated Christmas songs, the bustling crowds that crammed themselves into the streets rushing to gather anything that would serve as gifts for their loved ones. The bright, multicolored lights that ruthlessly burned Masanee’s eyes each time she gazed at them in wonderment.
The list itself would go on and on for days.
From what she knew, her other housemates had left the radio on whilst they ventured off into the cold climate beyond the front door and had been gone for almost an hour. They never did tell her where they were going and in all honesty; Masanee didn’t care. She just wished they would have had the decency to silence the awful mus
Turtle PoxSophie - 7 years old
"Sophie, don't scratch!" Mike said as he saw his daughter trying to itch her inflamed spots. Sophie looked up and instantly looked remorseful. But Mikey could also see the pain and discomfort in her eyes.
"Daddy..." Sophie blubbered as she started to cry. Any anger left in Mikey dissipated as he saw his little girl cry. Mikey was instantly by her side. Picking her up, he went into the living room where two of his brothers were lounging.
"How's the patient doing?" Donnie asked in a concerned voice. Mikey handed the young turtle to his purple clad brother as he went to the kitchen to get her some more apple juice.
"She's just tired of feeling sick." Mikey replied as he handed the young turtle another juice box. Sophie put it beside her, she wasn't thirsty. "No. Come on Sophie, you need a drink. Do it for daddy?"
"I'm not thirsty." Sophie said in a whining voice.
"Come on sweetie, you need to flush all those bad germs out." Donnie said, know
Just a little story...She woke up. The room was dark and cool. She wiggled in the blankets and smiled. "Reese," she said, reaching over to the other side of the bed. All she felt were cold blankets. Then she remembered.
She curled up, a sob escaping her. He was gone. Gone. Never to return. Never to come back. She would never hear his laugh, see his smile, look into his crinkling eyes as he teased her.
Tears streamed down her face. She guessed hadn't loved him enough to keep him around. Where had she gone wrong? What did she do that had made him decide that she wasn't enough?
There was a pain in her chest... A numbness where her heart used to be. It had been torn out, ripped apart. It would never be the same. She would never be the same.
"Why Reese?" she asked. "Why!?" She screamed. She sobbed, grabbing his pillow and holding it.
It smelled like him.
Just like on their wedding day.
Her mother had told her it would never work, but she had faith in him. He had a bad past, but she was helping him through it. Sh
Quant's Confused Christmas MiracleChristmastime… It’s a time of magic, love, and friendship. And for one girl that never celebrated it before, she is about to experience that first hand…
Quant Smith-Footsies was a girl that’s been through a lot through her first 11 years. For starters, her mom NEVER celebrated Christmas, or ANY holiday. In fact, she would be whipped if she even thought of trying to celebrate the holidays. Although when she was forced to go on the newest Total Drama, a pink-haired angelic girl, named Xylia, was her savior. Although she insulted Xylia at first, she was really brainwashed, thanks to her mom. And after being beaten to near death by her mom, when she visited the Playa, she managed to get her way back to the Lot, where Xylia helped her out, even risking her life to take down the deranged mom. After the show, she was taken in by Xylia’s family, and later adopted into said family. From there, Quant would change for the better, both in appearance
TMNT: Bad Dream"Thoughts. Think happy thoughts... come on mikey," Mikey sobbed
"Mikey? Are you ok? I heard you whining and...." Raph was in shock to see his little brother on the floor crying.
"Whats wrong?" He asked curiously
"I-I'm Sc-scared," Mikey admitted.
"Why are you scared, Mikey?" The red masked turtle asked.
The turtle didn't answer
"Come on Mikey, you can tell me. I just....want to help."
"I......I have fear. I fear one day, I am going to lose everything I had ever dreamed of. L-Like h-h-having you guys in m-my life forever."
"Oh Mikey, it was just a terrible bad dream. You will never lose us. EVER. We might fight each other, and even bad guys, but what we fight most about, is with us sticking together. That is a challenge I am going to carry out. And no one. I MEAN NO ONE! will ruin it.. understand?
The orange masked turtle then looked up at his older brother with them pretty gorgeous baby blue eyes, and smiled.
Raph then hugged him and held
GriefA/N: Sent about four years after the previous chapter, Needing You.
The sun was just beginning to rise to start the day but the sky was still shrouded in the darkness of the night. The two siblings returning to the Metro Tower were silent. Neither uttered a word as they trudged into the building they called home.
Inside the headquarters an eerie silence had settled throughout the building; usually at this time the hustle and bustle of Leaguers would be heard as they rose and got ready for the day. Today, however, not a soul could be seen. Everyone seemed to be tucked quietly away in their respective rooms.
"Look, I know this isn't what you wanted to hear when you just got back," Rex said gruffly. He had been trying to keep up a brave front, as long as he was still with Emma. However his dreary face showed he was failing miserably. Emma's head remained down, as she stared intently at the floor.
At this point, Mareena walked into the room. "Hey Rex, why don't yo
Top Ace- Go to SleepTop Hat and Ace awoke in the middle of the night, again. The baby monitor was filled with crying and squeals. Top Hat looked at him. “YOU got us into this mess… YOU can go check what is wrong while I sleep” she said. She turned around and went back to sleep in the comfy bed. Ace sighed and got out. He was only in his boxers and he put his tie on. He trudged into the triplet’s nursery and sighed. They were ALL crying. He sighed. He grabbed three binkies and put them in their mouths. Queen looked at him like he was crazy. She spit it out and glared at him as to say ‘I don’t like that color, it doesn’t match my onesie!’ then her eyes began to water. “No! No! No! Please don’t cry, Queen! Look Daddy has your princess outfit!” Ace said as he showed her the pink baby dress. She giggled. King stared at her. Queen didn’t like that and pulled his hair through the baby railing. He cried. That set Joker off crying. Queen felt
07.12.2013 - Dem Plaetzchendieb auf der SpurWir saßen zu viert beim Abendessen. Draußen rieselten lautlos die Schneeflocken am Fenster vorbei und Furio verspeiste bereits sein drittes belegtes Brot. Die Kinder hingegen nagten noch immer an ihrem ersten herum. Warum, war mir schon klar. Erstens wollten sie nicht ins Bett gehen und zweitens war da diese Sache, die mich leicht ärgerlich stimmte, sobald ich auch nur daran dachte. Hatte ich nämlich alle Spuren richtig gelesen und die Anzeichen richtig gedeutet, ließen die beiden extra Platz in ihren Bäuchen, damit nachher auf einem nächtlichen Streifzug noch Weihnachtsplätzchen hineinpassten. Sie glaubten wohl, dass ich ihre Diebereien nicht bemerken würde, wenn sie sie in aller Heimlichkeit und zu nachtschlafener Zeit ausführten. Keksdosen, die sich scheinbar wie von selbst leerten, waren allerdings äußerst verdächtige Indizien und allmählich war ich dem Plätzchenklau dann doch auf die Schliche geko
Everything You Don't KnowDear Dad,
I bet you never thought you'd hear from me again. Truthfully, I'm just as mind blown as you are that I'm writing this. But since the zombie apocalypse is upon us, I figured that there are a few things that you should know. A few things about me that may interest you. I want you to know what your words and actions really did to me.
Because of all the things you said and did, I'm really messed up in the head. Did you know that throwing insults at and slapping your kid can really mess them up? I'm amazed that I don't have self confidence issues. Though I suppose the effects were worse when I was still living with you two at home. I used to have urges to cut myself, which I promised myself I would never do. I couldn't talk to my friends about it because none of them knew what was going on. That's not even the worst of it. The night before you two had your last fight and were arrested, I tried to kill myself. That's right. I almost killed myself over your words and actions. That's
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