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
Because I Don't JustFab.ComI hadn't planned to kill her with my $1,000 leopard-and-gold-bangles shoe. I mean...I'd planned killing her. Hell, I had journals FULL of techniques. Improperly cooked blowfish delivered to her favorite table in her favorite restaurant was the one I'd been leaning toward. The problem was, Demii (emphasis on the double-i) was a snake in blonde ringlets and Louis Vuitton. A very gorgeous, very LOTIONED snake.Snakes have a bad habit of...slipping out of things, if you know what I mean, and Demii's engagement ring had a bad habit of falling off. Including, just before I shoved my stiletto through her right eye, my ex-boyfriend's crystal-lined fishbowl. The expensive four piece suit from Ann Taylor she HAD to have were bound to follow, and I could only imagine the reaction Facebook acquaintances would have to finding out my fiance had left me for someone else the night before our wedding. Again.
my cat is sadmy cat is sad.no one else in his family is a catwe are all human except for himhe is excluded from most thingsand no one tells him whyhe just wants to playand be lovedhe looks at us with wonderand disappointmenthe says hello i am a cat what is my existencewhat is that / why it and not me / please can you look at meand love me toocan i have some of your food please I'm sorry i don't like my food so muchdo you want to play with my toys? this one is my favouritedo you like meare we brotherswhy didnt i grow upwhy am i so smallcan you help me be happywhere are you going
DaddyDaddyHe's putting me to sleep and sings me french lullabies.He reads me fairytales, tells me about romance and adventure.He wipes away my tears when I cry and strokes my cheeks till they're dry again.And in the morning he kisses me awake, humming my favourite song.He's my daddy and I love him. He's my daddy and he loves me.Sometimes I hear daddy cry. He yells, he shouts the ugly words.He screams at momma but why? Momma's here with me. Her eyes are blank, skin blue like winter.I see daddy in the kitchen, searching for the knife. I close the door and hide under my bed.He's my daddy and I love him. He's my daddy and he loves me.He loved momma, too.Daddy, may I go to sleep tonight?May I live another day awoken by your kisses?May I sit with momma for a little while?Daddy, pretty please?
A Gentle TouchThe fingers that crawled through my hair have gone still, curling inward like the legs of a dead spider.Your hands were always lovely, but I can hold them better now.
Consumption: VoicesThe blood demon's eyes were bloodshot as he stared out the window.He had spent a month in the Blood Dormitory so far, where blood flowed under the crystalline surface of the rooms. The walls, ceiling, floor--everything was made of crystal, and he could feel the blood just centimeters away. It called out to him--as if it were trapped--and he longed to break the barrier between himself and the blood that needed rescuing.He swore he hadn't noticed it before. Sure, he'd glanced around when he'd toted his possessions into the room, but his room mate distracted him enough that he'd given the walls and ceiling a brief sentence or two in thought before moving onto much more important things. Such as making sure that he drew the same line in the sand between his section of the room and Theon's, and enforced said line to ensure his room mate wouldn't cross over into his space. He remembered pausing in the process of drawing, staring down at the crystal, its shiny surface catching h
Micro-fiction contest entry - ''Undead''Sirens filled the air in the distance, mingling with the sounds of gunfire and shouting. It wouldn't do any good. The undead were already flooding the streets. However slow and shambling, the sheer number would overwhelm the remaining police officers. They should have left when they had the chance. I crept through the alleyway, unseen. Survivors were violent. It seems people become irrational and selfish when their world is ending. Nobody is safe. I stopped suddenly, hearing a noise nearby. A young girl panted as she ran, clutching a single can of beans in her arms. She desperately clung to her food... It reminded me of my own hunger. She screamed as I leapt onto her, apparently unaware of my position in the shadows. Her screams were cut short as I bore my teeth into her throat. Dry, rasping moans surrounded us as others came to join in my feast.Zombie Apocalypse by DeDorgoth
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