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The Smell of Deepest Autumn
The Smell of Deepest Autumn
The crunch of leaves beneath my feet,
Yellow-gold and thick-veined red dance towards the earth.
Into the woods I venture, away from the song of Summer,
Into the in-between world of Autumn
Where the heat of Summer still resonates, but is tempered by the chill of coming Winter.
The deep, dark earth is the home of worms,
Where white veins of fungus glimmer
And eyeless things crawl and hunt similarly blind prey.
Here and there, you can find their burrows,
The doorway to the mushroom-lit underground.
I walk between the Seasons, I traverse time,
And as I leave behind Summer and cross through the Autumn Hinterlands
To the Winter Land of Death, I breathe in the Smell of Deepest Autumn.
Bursts of red and orange, green fades to brown,
And I taste the coldness of the Season on my tongue.
By Vylot Hart 07/02/12
Beneath Her Beautiful"I'm a tailor," he told her, when they first met. "A dressmaker, too." He knew it wouldn't catch her attention the way a doctor or a CEO might, but his passion was what got them all interested in the end. When she asked about his work, he played up the sensory aspect - the sight of a newly created outfit; the fresh scent of his fabrics and the sheer artistry involved. He talked, too, about the pleasure he found in spotting the imperfections beneath the outer beauty.
By the time he got to his customary pick-up line, the one he'd stolen from a popular song, she was already pretty taken in. He stole her breath when he asked her to show him the imperfections she hid.
He hummed as he manipulated his instruments, scissors making small cuts here and there. The tapestry he was creating would, he knew, be a masterpiece. Like a surgeon, he made precise snips that allowed for a perfect edge.
Everything was just right, and as he pulled her skin away from the muscles below, he sang happily to h
The Amulet"The date is April 10th, 2014. I am here with Tyler Deadlox, Jason Truth, Jerome Acceti, Mitch Huges, Quintin Kipz, and Ian Sundee. They are all room mates who have faced some...supernatural experiences. Would one of you care to tell us what happened?"
A teen with long brown hair and headphones shuffled in his seat and began. "Well...it started when we bought a new home. The old one was too small to hold a group of six. This one was large, had amazing usage of space, and didn't cost nearly as much as the others we looked at. It seemed...well perfect."
"Jerome!! Hand me the other box!" Ty called after he finished placing a lamp on his desk.
"That's the last one for your room dood!" Jerome called back as he walked by his door.
Ty laughed and dusted himself off. He looked at his new room and sighed. It was a new start for all of them. Him especially. Away from his hometown and family for the first time. It was hard, but it had to happen sometime. Ty snapped out of his tho
She Died Happy Hands are wrapped tight around my neck. A cold blade lightly travels along my veins as if to tell me that the path to my future is slowly narrowing. My blood pumps rapidly despite my careful breathing. I savior the idea that my blood can feel free, at least giving it the illusion that it's running away. But again, my thoughts and the red liquid of my body are brought to a shocking stop as pressure begins against the pulse of my neck.
I felt the edges of my lips slide up towards the crinkles of my eyes as blitz of sharp pain shot through my body. Even if those hands were away from my neck, I'd still feel breathless. Within seconds, my mind was lost - dreaming of the unscarring cuts that will be leftover on my soon-to-be lifeless body. The reaction if in some future my grave were to be dug up, and the look that would become me were to be found. How would the mortician handle my mangled body? Would he or she leave it be, and keep the smile I shall soon die with?
Twelve Drowned RosesThey are waiting for him in the water.
He can see their faces – pale and fish-bitten, so swollen with water that the tide might slough them from their skulls at any moment. Their eyes are dark and hollow, but he can see the emotions swirling in their depths: love and lust and loneliness, despair, longing. They claw at him with rotted hands. Always they stay below the surface of the water; never do they reach out into the air.
He looks from one waterlogged face to another, naming them. Emma, Jamie, Kathryn, Elsie – little Elsie – she was his first, in her fluttery white dress. He remembers the flowers she was holding, roses in pale yellow and white. The petals fluttered about her in the breeze – now her dress is fluttering beneath the waves, ragged and torn, and her little mouth forms his name in silence.
She was his first, and an accident. He had never meant for it to happen. But it happened all the same; and she looked so lonely there, a single white rose burie
Your Flight's Been CancelledShe drew me to her like smoke to an open window, brushing through and past but lingering with the smell of nicotine. The rain at the airport kept all the planes on the tarmac, while disappointed travellers tried to drive back home to wait or, like me, just haunted the concourses because home was miles and miles away and there was nowhere else to go.
She was sitting by the window at an airport bar, drinking whiskey and looking like she wanted a smoke. I sar a table away, my roll-away suitcase at my feet. The bar was not busy, although the alcohol was flowing freely. In an attempt to match her mood, I ordered a scotch, neat. When the bartender gave it to me I tried not to look like a sissy as I drank it.
I watched her from the corner of my eye as she stared out the window and into the rain. lightning flashed, and hours seemed to pass while the bartender kept my glass full. As the night grew deeper the other visitors left - disappeared into the gaping caves of the airport. I remained awak
Surviving Hell Oh, darling - take my hand! Welcome to the new world, our home - your new home! First though, dear, take caution and careful where you stare. It's better if your gawking eyes glare at my own, than to the flames that shall blind you from ever seeing the look that warns you now. Oh and darling, don't listen to the dares when some others as they try and convince you to look up to the stars. Especially the serpent - he began it as his test. But those stars above, they'll put you in a little trance that you may know best as "comatose". Oh no, dear- don't walk away! Trust me, just take my hand and I'll promise that if only of us makes it through - it'll be you.
Broken, Beating Heart There were rhythmic thumps at her door. It wasn't quite the sound of knocking, but she knew there must be something there. She stood and walked to the front door, glancing through the peephole. There was nothing but the gaseous elements of air existing upon the concrete stairs. Still, the sound continued - not worsening, yet promising no end.
Fear began in the bit of her stomach, and so she called up her ex-boyfriend. The only person she recently felt close to that still cared enough for her to drop anything and come to her door. Her cell rang into her ear for thirty-two seconds. Voicemail. She didn't bother to listen to his words before leaving her own. If only she knew the amount of regret she'd later feel.
With no other idea left but to rely on herself, they glanced one more through the door. She opened just a creak - and the sound of thumping increased immediately. There was nothing within her field of vision that revealed anything. Her mind p
.: What are We So Afraid Of :.
So Many things Cross our minds
Like whats better or worse
Being there and being bored
Or just not having time
But what we don't know is that
There are demons out there
Constantly Pounding in my head
It'll be a shame if now
all to soon, someone just ends up dead
But don't worry, its just a tale
or so your mother says
Remember as you go to sleep
And watch as your dreams bled.
Now heres where people don't really know
where true horror really lies
its whether we know we're seen or heard
or if we're less then flies
Because in the back of our heads
where the demons lie
The Theres only three things the we all truly fear
Being Truly dead
Being Truly Exiled
And the Scariest of all
B e i n g T r u l e y F o r g o t t e n
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and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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