A Harsh Trek
The air was crisp yet painfully cold. It felt like sharpened pins upon her bare face, each footstep felt like it like it would be the last her legs could take, yet still the goat had to keep climbing. Her fur was too short for such a trek, yet she had...
Darkness Ensues
I wake up to darkness sourrounding me. I'm in a room, which seems to be extremely large, but that's probably just the darkness. My ears twitch as a scuttling sound echoes througout the room. A metal blade begins to sharpen against one of the walls,...
Who wants some emo poetry?
I haven't gotten around to drawing art for this one but I like tge symbolism so I wanted to share it --- Black dahlias blossom along these trails As so do my footsteps they will return again next year However I will not Fungus crawls...
A fear inside
Instead hitting me harder in my head for i fell dread for what i dealt. only few can comfort me in my spill for all other i will push down a hill. not of hate but of fear. i know it not real but it there and wont go away.
The Dread Grimoire: Chapter One
So, he flipped to the first chapter, and began to read the dread grimoire.
The Dread-Sky shall fly again
**the dread-sky shall fly again** dread-sky in the dungeon lift your eyes to the skies don't deserve to be here anymore your time is getting short spend it wise not living lies final days with your love evermore captured by your home's
Decidophobia - A Submision for Prompt 15 of the Writing Prompt Group
**here i am, far enough past middle age to know with dread certainty that my life is more than half over, and, unexpectedly, i discover that my greatest desire is within my reach.
Decidophobia - A Prompt 15 of the Writing Prompt Group
**here i am, far enough past middle age to know with dread certainty that my life is more than half over, and, unexpectedly, i discover that my greatest desire is within my reach.
Home Again
Was she just latching onto him as the first thing that came along because she didn't know how to deal with the creeping dread of life? she didn't know. but it didn't bother her enough to stop her as she got into her car.
A Night behind the trenches
A night behind the trenches Chapter one: "Forgive me Comrade" "INCOMING!!" A dalmatian yelled as we heard the artillery shell whistle over heads and exploding in the field behind us, showering us in a cloud of grass and soil. Hearing the small...
Waiting...
We sit and wait...for whats next the next thing...we dance on the line of madness..we wait to fall of in to the obyss..and descend in to depression..we don't know when or what will hit us just know it will...we sit waiting...waiting for someone with a...
Stunned
You're lying in bed, face down, right hand under your pillow providing your head support as you doze. Your mind is groggy but pleasantly relaxed, your eyes just barely cracked open, just enough to let a sliver of light in. Everything is quiet just as...