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Maybe it's just me, but it doesn't look to me as if Miss Rosalind is a very good wife. I know that I shouldn't judge her, considering that I've only been here for ten minutes, but I can't help but closely observe the woman- she's not like the last one that I worked for. Miss Rosalind is different.

This is how I come to think this: I'm knocking on the door of this monstrously large house and, without warning, the door suddenly swings open, very nearly knocking me off the front porch. "I'm… sorry…" I apologize to the man standing in the doorway, even though I'm pretty sure I have nothing to be sorry for. It's polite to do it anyway, I suppose.

Scarlett FeverRED RED RED-
That's all I see!
If I had a choice-
This is what color I'd want the world to be!

It's the color of love-
The color of passion.
The color of your blood-
Hell, it never goes out of fashion!

I think of the human flesh-
As a delicate canvas.
One that I can make beautiful-
But sadly, it never lasts.

It's also then color-
Of that bloody handsome demon's eye!
Why he is just simply-
My kind of guy!

As you can see-
Passion is my life.
Best believe it ladies-
Because I've got Scarlett Fever.

HeroesA half-million soldiers were blindly discarded
to conquer and burn all they saw.
Three thousand heroes defended their dens
daring a friend to withdraw.

Three long days in Hades' hallway
yet so far away from fear.
Three long days spent breathing in hate
for the slaves at the end of their spears.

The ones who stay unsheathe their blades
and prepare to sing their last serenade

The enemy advances with reckless desire
except for the cowards in back,
who shoot wooden arrows straight into the fire
coerced by the whip's violent crack

The few laugh at the challenge and spit in its face.
The few hold solid ground in death's firm embrace.

Blood-sta

ProloguePeople can be cruel in many, many ways.
Take Tara and Sarah, for example.
Tara was a goth and Sarah was emo. They both told people that they didn't believe in judging others.

Yet as Ellie Lopez walked down the street, she could still hear their voices over her music as they walked by. Pointing at her. Giggling.

"Look at that cheerleader."
"I know! Such a fucking prep! And a slut! I bet she sleeps around with everyone."
"I bet she's listening to some shitty rap music."

Ellie began to walk a little faster, getting further and further away from the bus stop.
At least it was Friday. School was over and she'd have to days away from them. F

The Girl With The SeasonsThe girl continued to paint
Little details here
And there

A new baby for this family
An extra apple for her
A new rifle for him
With all the contrasting colors
Of her painted spectrum

But she began to grow
Very bored
With her warm and sensual creations
Under a beating sun
They were all so similar
And forever unchanging

With an angry flick
She blotted white over the fields
On the tops of trees
And over the homes of her creatures

Next to that canvas she splattered colors
Blues and pinks and purples
Curling up
To become petals
She drew smaller game
With hasty silver strokes
And sky blue feathers
To adorn her flying crea

ExplorationSoft. That was the first sensation he noticed as he awoke. The underneath wasn't hard any more. Or cold. The air around no longer prickled him with chill, but caressed him with gentle warmth. He opened his eyes and his sense of sight was assaulted by the unfamiliar. Instead of the dark, square cell he had been expecting, everything was bright, colorful--alien.

He was atop a pile of... softness. He didn't have a word for whatever it was. It was white, and light layers of it covered his body.

His body... his body was different. He frowned. He couldn't remember what his body used to be like. He just knew that it was different now. Smaller. How

WCT- ProloguePrologue- The Winged Cat Trilogy
Deep in the heart of Africa, the sounds of the animals were all quiet. The full moon shone brightly over the plains, over a single pride of lions. But one lioness was missing from the group, but she wasn't too far away. Curled up in amongst a cluster of bushes, the ember lioness curled around her four cubs. One in particular made his mother glow, for upon his silver back, he had small silver and gold wings. She licked him as he started to mew, which in turn made his three sisters mew. The mother went about cleaning them thoroughly in order to settle them down. Their eyes tightly closed, she nuzzled each of he

Chapter OneChapter I

The train grinds to a screeching halt at the centre of Victoria Station, and as soon as it has stopped, the passengers all begin shuffling. The man that has been sitting next to me since the last stop rises from his seat, immediately shimmying past a fiery Irish mother and her brood of children who are blocking the aisle.

I draw in a deep breath. The man had reeked with the pungent odour of cigarettes and now that he is gone, I can breathe. Watching the Irish mother and her children to make sure they won't be in my way, I finally rise to drag my suitcase down from the overhead compartment. Now, with my parcel in hand, I step out t

MusicA: Music is a sound!

B: Music makes you bound. Well no, maybe hip, hop, drop and roll.

A: Wait, what? Where is your soul? Music is life!

B: Hn... Music is trife.

A: No! Music makes you sing!

B: Music isn't my scene.

A: Man, shut up! Why are you hating it?!

B: Music sucks. Man... Why are we even debating it?

A: Why you!

B: God, get a clue...

This fight between music, who do you think will lose it?

The Doctor is In: Part One

     It was the most puzzling thing the detective had seen in all of his years on the beat.  A man murdered in his own home, nothing unusual there.  It was the way the body was lain, very peacefully on the couch, with the murder weapon still jutting out of his heart.  The weapon wasn't a regular knife like the detective was told before he reached the scene, but more accurately a scalpel, something a surgeon would use to preform surgery.
     The detective shook his head, then asked, "any leads?"
     "Not a thing," the cop next to him sa

I Am -- revised versionI am empty words lingering on the page

I am a picture out of focus,

a blur that strains your pretty eyes

I am a bed with broken springs

I am a pillow without feathers,

discomforting your pretty head

I am a tire with a leak

I am a car out of gas,

that could never get you anywhere

I am a dusty book left on the shelf

I am a character flat and contrived,

that could never be your favourite

I am something more than what I was

I am something less than what you want

I am lacking the beauty and eloquence of others

But I am the one that loves you best

The Truth Behind“Barbossa, you idiot.” He spat, and I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to spin around and tear the mans face off. But I kept my icy blue eyes trained on the horizon, outlined in silver and the moonlight. “You have a very poor way in showing your affection.”
“Don’t make this any harder than it is, master Turner.” I hissed. Couldn’t he see how distraught I was, after having to leave the man I loved behind, because the crew had grown suspicious? I had told Jack to not make anything too obvious, yet I had the men giving me curious looks, a certain disgust in their eyes. My left hand had moved to the ol

Chapter One - White WingsChapter One
White wings

He sat on a bench, music still emanating from the earphones around his head. Different from the sound that was playing previously. notes and riffs and strong power chords entwining together to create the sound of heavy metal had changed to something far softer and gentler. He sat back against the bench, his arms stretched out and his head tilted a little for his eyes to stare at the sky better. Though his eyes weren't open, they still faced the sky, the music, calm and soft flowing from the speakers that rested less then two centimetres from his ear drums. Opening his eyes halfway to block the glare from the sun he s

Voodoo Girl.Voodoo Girl

She sits in the corner,
Her button-eyes staring,
At the blank wall ahead,
While my music is blaring.

I stab her with blue,
And hope that he'll love me,
And prick her with green,
And pray for some money.

She grants my wishes,
One by one,
I never knew pins,
Could be so much fun.

New Book : Chap. 1 - Part 1I scrambled through the door of the empty house, shutting it swiftly behind me and locking it simutaneously. The man who had been chased me here was probably closing in on me and I just hoped that the door would keep him busy for awhile. At least long enough for me to find an escape.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I was stuck in a locked house with a maniac trying to kill me. To make things worse, the man had reached the door and was beginning to get through while he cursed and swore.

Decided to try to hide, I sprinted up the steep, hardwood steps, my fleet slipping as I went. When I reached the top, the door opened and the man

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Christmas Expectations

by *Clarobell, Dec 5, 2011, 7:58:07 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The fire's still glowing as I carry my plate, laden with cookies – none of which I ate!
They're all made for Santa because he's coming tonight, sleigh bells a-ringin' led by Rudolph's light.
He'll slip down the chimney, quiet as a mouse, and tiptoe so carefully through our small house.
With a gentle "Ho-Ho-Ho" he'll creep to our tree, and leave a gift, especially for me!
I've been really good, say my Mum and Dad, and Santa rewards those who haven't been bad,
I made sure to leave a carrot for each single reindeer, so maybe Santa will bring something special this year!

Santa's waiting outside my door, but I don't want to see him any more.
Mummy and Daddy are lying in bed, I wish I could call them, but they're already dead.
The reindeer are wailing, rattling cries, as their teeth gnash together with each roll of their eyes.
Their carrots ignored, their sleigh forgotten; their flesh torn apart and turning rotten.
The neighbours are screaming, they're being eaten alive, Santa's a zombie and it's a fight to survive,
His beard is not white, but soaked a blood red, from when he ran at my Daddy and bit into his head,
I can hear him moaning outside my door, I hide inside my cupboard, curl up and cry on the floor.

The sunlight is shining, but I don't care, because instead of snow angels, there's blood everywhere.
The reindeer are gone now, well, those that aren't dead because they hit some so hard that it smashed in their head.
My house is in ruins, my presents in tatters, but as I look around I see none of that matters,
My family are gone, eaten like cookies, and I'm left all alone in the garden to freeze,
Then just when I thought Santa really didn't find me! That when I heard that low guttural moan, from just behind me...

"Ohh Ohh Ohh"

Merry Christmas...

Christmas Expectationsby *Clarobell

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

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~Marzy-Of-Water Dec 16, 2012

amazing! best way to get into a Christmas mood!

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Right in the Child-Hood

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woah that was really good

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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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^{Absolutely awesome and creepy! I came across this via MrCreepyPasta on Youtube reading it! [link]

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Thanks very much!!

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EPIC!!!!

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