Poems- Tearing free
Falling away, Tearing free, From all I ever wanted to be, See me cry, Hear my screams, I'm letting go of all my dreams...
Then and Now: Chapter 1 - "Just Beginning"
Chapter 1: Just Beginning It was late. Slumped against the window in the back seat of a generic luxury sedan, young James idly wonders what he's doing awake. His body covered in snowy white fur, silver rings on...
When the phone rang...
What hadn't been used in the morbid work of a psychopath would be found strewn to the side, a forgotten bag of bones. i heard the door knob jiggle urgently, like the murder was desperate for my blood.
The Health Cruise: Chapter One
The Health Cruise By Shalion & Gahtren Chapter One **[Shalion]:** The taxi drive down to Miami was a bit of a hell in itself, although it was not what had Collin worried most as he left his home for the first time in nearly eight years. The yellow...
Twilight
At the place were his head should have been was a morbid mask. it was white and long with streaks of red and eye slits that were long and thin, it had teeth that were overly long and the cheeks were sullen.
Somewhere between worlds
The blade had risen perhaps three inches and already the wound looked more severe, more morbid than any afore seen or recorded in any realm. it was the signature of this morbid invidual. the sign of the carver.
Good Enough Chapter 4
Chapter 4--Waiting Why hadn't he woken up yet? Irritably, Thomas checked his phone once more, just to see how much time had passed. It was nearly three, despite the heavy weight of exhaustion starting to wash over him, he found himself unable to...
Kween Karen Lays an Egg (Ouch!)
For those who gain some morbid sense of amusement out of watching the queen of the seawings suffer (based upon wings of fire by tui t.
The Dark
It rears its head of hollow guilt, at the slightest provocation, how can i fight this morbid demon, from my heart does stir.
A PYROMANIAC SKELETON, A NERDY FARMHAND, AND AN ACCIDENT-PRONE INTERIOR DECORATOR FALL IN LOVE IN A BIG OFFICE
Gustof leaps onto the top of one of the cubical walls, clacking his teeth together, looking like a morbid mockery of an ancient disney cartoon i had seen as a child. i stumble forwards and he cocks his horse skull head to the side like some morbid crow.
Inner Minds
Photograph shattered a million shards of perforated memories mirrored destruction in my heart floating atop the water's edges a silver stream of forced rationality reality fading within the fogged recesses of my secret mind the rest purged of any fantasy morbid
Death... Is it truly the end?
Now, i wouldn't consider myself a poet, but yesterday i felt kind of... morbid yet tranquil, so i came up with this... this is for all of you who have gone and left this world...