FingersmithMoonlight, glittering and cold, dull and pale,Filters through the bare rafters of my roof,As nimble fingersmiths dance across the shale.My friend of old, a cruel man, mean and aloofGlares at me over his book, a heavy tome,He’s a fussy man, boring and oldHis book, crafted of leather, reeking of loam.He speaks loudly, calling me a scold.
Blood Red RoseBlood Red RoseI hold your heart in my hands,My rose-among-the-thorns;My blood red rose.Your thorns pierce my heart,Blood drips down my fingers,Onto your tongue.You lap it up;My iron-sweet blood.Taste the flesh, bathe in the pain;Agony immeasurable.And yet I hold on, ever tighterTo your spiny stem,Slender and green,To your poisonous love.
A Letter To No One In ParticularI should have realised it earlier, when you did all you could to make me feel like a third wheel. If you don't like me, then don't. I am who I am, flaws and all, and I can't help that. Nor will I apologise for it. I obsess sometimes, because I can't do things by halves. I self depricate because I am (have been suicidally) depressed. I wonder what others think of me because I'm neurotic. Sometimes I talk too much because I think if I stop, people will realise how much they hate me, and if i distract them, they won't leave. I won't apologise for who I am. If you say you're my friend and you actually dislike me, or you're too lazy/cowardly to just defriend me, than shame on you. I don't want false friends, even if that leaves me with very few people to talk to. When I say I'm your friend, I really meant it. Sincerely and wholeheartedly.So thank you for not telling me that I annoy you, so I would be ignorant of your dislike and so I could feel a fool when I found out about it.
SynopsisA Modern twist on Rapunzel. In order to escape certain death in their world, Sara Cavanaugh and her friends escape to another, to which Faeries and pagan gods retreated. There, they discover a house which connects to multiple time periods, and they are told of doorways between the two worlds. Doorways that were closed for a reason and that were being reopened; and they are charged with the task of closing these doorways by one of their descendants.When they seek help from an ailing Faerie, she shows them a vision of the future. A future in which a Faerie girl, delinquent by nature, is forced to abandon her mortal friends to live in her one world. A world where corruption and decadence permeate every layer of society, including a prestigious private school full of traitors, thieves and killers. This is a society where the children of the aristocracy are forced to become under-age soldiers in a military that can overrule even the monarchy. The girl soon meets Miles
A Teaser“Sir? Have you ever seen anything like this before?” The student’s voice is scarcely a whisper, but the tiniest sound goes a long way in a morgue.“If you’re going to make it in this business, you’re going to need to set aside that sort of personal connection, and focus on the work. Bring me the recorder and my camera.”“Yes sir.” Jermaine shrinks under his mentor’s scolding and does as he’s told. The coroner is an old-fashioned man, and Jermaine is quickly learning how not to be a nuisance. The camera and recorder are old-fashioned, too. When Jermaine pushes the record button, the tiny wheels of the mini-casette begin to turn. “Coroner’s notes, the twelfth of December, twenty-fourteen. Unidentified Jane Doe, case number JD70284. Examination being performed by Doctor Horacio Stantz, witnessed by Jermaine Brown. Corpse recovered from Colorado R
Twelve Days of Morbid ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas my killer gave to me One dead body.On the second day of Christmas my killer gave to me Two bloody knives, and one dead body.On the third day of Christmas my killer gave to me Three rope nooses, Two bloody knives, and one dead body.On the fourth day of Christmas my killer gave to me Four broken fingers, Three rope nooses, Two bloody knives, and one dead body.On the fifth day of Christmas my killer gave to me Five wolf kidneys, Four broken fingers, Three rope nooses, Two bloody knives, and one dead body.On the sixth day of Christmas my killer gave to me Six zombies, Five wolf kidneys, Four broken fingers, Three rope nooses, Two bloody knives, and one dead body.On the seventh day of Ch
The fun just begun..As a certain ponytailed girl [ObjectInanimey] ran down the hall,she had a bit of a hard time,as she had just been scratched on her chest. She soon got tired and paranoid,stopping at a wall. She as she stood there,she soon heard something. ''He he he..'' She then looked to the left and saw what she had been running from. A dark brown haired girl with red eyes and bloody claws,blood stains on her mouth and teeth. The said dark brown haired girl then said,''Where are you going? The fun just..BEGUN.''
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