"The Mark of the Vampyr" I"The Mark of the Vampyr" I9 years ago in Macabre & Horror More Like This
Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosios every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that his appearance might match that of his wickedness. Only on the seventh day did they finally leave him. When they were gone, he was utterly alone.Ambrosio in Hell6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To one who has spent their life cloistered away from most of their fellow men, going days at a time without spea
The ScarfPurple silk, smooth and cool like her skinThe Scarf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pagan celestial symbols sparkle against the firelight like her eyes do
I twist the fabric in my fingers imagining it to be her hair
My skin, my very blood is ablaze
Every place the material, still perfumed by her sweet agonizing scent, burns me
Oh it burns, it burns, it burns
My gypsy burns
Abortion PoemHi mommy.Abortion Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know me yet but let me tell you something about me: I'm just an embryo.
I have no conscience and no thought process. I'm just living off YOUR body for now.
I am basically a growing vegetable. I don't have a name. I don't know my name because I don't even know what a name is.
I'm barely a human being at this point. I don't even look like one. As a matter of fact I'm not even the size of a quarter.
I have the the potential to live.
But I have no concept of that so it's really your choice seeing as I'm in YOUR body.
Oh wait, you aborted me.
Cool I don't have a thought process or feelings anyways.
You made your CHOICE. I have no regrets as I was never aware and again I can't feel. Which means I don't even exist to write this parody of a failed guilt trip.
Each abortion made is another woman's choice. A right executed and one less ass to wipe.
BRING ON THE HATE!
Dear Boss - Chapter 110th September 1888 - Whitechapel, London.Dear Boss - Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was shoved against a wall. Hard.
"Look at the pathetic little man, boys," sneered a voice somewhere above him.
If only they knew who I really am.
"Ha! He's not even fighting back!" The owner of this voice did not have the distinctive British accent.
If only they knew what I can do.
"Is that how they raise people outside the city?" He had a crude American accent instead.
If only they knew what I have done.
"Hey! Look up, Spic*! I want to see the look on your face while I beat you senseless!" The voice said, firmly gripping Antonio's collar.
If only they knew what I am.
Antonio looked up. His green eyes met the blue ones of the American. He wasn't surprised when he saw the American waver slightly.
Anyone could tell that his eyes weren't normal. Green eyes with flecks of gold don't usually occur in regular people. Regular mortals.
What was he? For the longest time, he himself d
Essai Description : CimetiereEssai Description : Cimetiere6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ma tombe. Douce pierre froide, grise, en marbre, mais parsemée de tâches blanches et noires. Elle est depuis longtemps abandonnée, laissée pour compte au milieu du cimetière. Les cadavres y sont entassés, plus vieux les uns que les autres. Les nouveaux arrivants n'y trouvent plus le confort d'antan, juste assez de place pour leurs quatre planches de bois. On y traîne les pieds, et l'on pourrait presque y sentir le goût amer des larmes, ainsi que le parfums des fleurs fânées, qui avec leurs pétales ont emportées le délicieux temps des arrogants encore vivants. Les gens se sont succèdés. On en a tirait de là, pour les remplacer, puis le cimetière a grandit, fleurit, puis fâné. La ville a été déserté, doucement et sûrement. Le moulin a fermé, et il ne tourne plus. Les vieilles pousses dans les champs ont comme leur propriétaire pour
WIP - A gothic romanceOn a fair autumn night,WIP - A gothic romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we met in the patch, amidst
the strange orange fruit all pick
but none seem to eat.
Like a temptress, Eve,
I took him home with me,
where we expressed our passion
After gasps and sighs,
and occasional screams from
pain we enjoyed at the time,
he left at the dawn's first light.
Three nights after our passionate
deed,we met again quite unexpectedly
me cloaked in velvety darkness
and he appearing like a dream.
I stood underneath the phantomed
trees while he, radiantly bathed
in Luna's light, made his
way over to me.
He came closer, not knowing why
pulled forward by my unseen
eyes, only knowing he must
obey his heart that night
Then he saw me and
it was clear why his body
had pulled him there:
to be near his beloved.
Alexander. It was my
whisper carried on the
wind, full of love and
my soul's recognition.
He placed a tender kiss
upon my hand, always
a perfect gentleman,
and led me to the iron gate.
We left the cemetery hand in hand,
The Gathering...The Gathering...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a moonlit night in a village in France,
The Loup-Garous gather to dance!
The shy ones lean against the wall
As the bolder beasts leap and have a ball!
The Grand Wolf-Mother comes forth from her lair,
Her pack's fierce howls do split the air!
They run and they lope and they enter the town,
Breaking the doors of their victims down!
The screams are shrill but they don't last long;
Then all you can hear is the Loup-Garous' song--
"Blood and flesh and hard white bone,
We feast together, we feast alone!
OWWOOO! Mother Moon, smile down on us still
As we hunt and dance and leap and kill!"
Bonded for EternityBonded for Eternity: A spin off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" from Lady Madleine's viewBonded for Eternity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had the strangest dream; or at least, that was what I believed it was. I had been hit once again by my fits, and once I lost consciousness strange thoughts danced through my mind. Sometimes the dreams that would come from my seizers would be so macabre that I knew they could only be dreams, but this time I was not so fortunate.
In my dream I heard my brother's voice, and my violent visions were mellowed down by his tender cooing over my semi-lifeless body.
I could feel his touch, although I could not respond as I wished to, but I felt immense peace of mind. He had not given me even the smallest of affections for months, insisting that we had brought a curse upon our family with our incestuous love affair. He had pushed my emotions aside and settled for pining for me from a distance, even as it brought us both to madness.