Protection ValtielxHeatherThe room was hot, sweat dripped down her back, making her shiver slightly, despite the temperature. Heather closed her eyes lightly for a moment, raising a hand and dragging her wrist across her forehead, the orange sweatband she wore sponging up some of the heat. She let herself stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, giving in to weakness.Protection ValtielxHeather7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But Heather knew she had to carry on. Her body wracked with the pain those damned nurse-like monsters had caused her. But she couldn't give up, not after what had happened to her kind...
She sniffed softly, blinking away stinging, salty tears. Heather couldn't stop thinking about her father. About what that damned Claudia had done. Heathers mind remained fixated upon that horrible image. Harry Mason sitting, bloody and defeated in his chair. His favourite chair... The chair in which she used to be sat on his lap, letting him read to her one of his books, even though she understood few words.
What Heather would have given to be back there... A chi
Alessa's FamilyMy familyAlessa's Family5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Alessa Gillespie.
My Dad's name is Harry. He's a writer. He gets scared pretty easy, and is a little clumsy, but he would do anything for me if I was in trouble. That's why he's my father.
My Mom's name is Cybil. I don't think she and my dad are actually married, but she's always with dad and helps him a lot, so she might as well be my mother. I like her better than my real mother, anyway. She's a policewoman. She's tough and honest.
My Sister's name is Claudia. We argue about a lot of things, but sisters often do that. She's pretty religious, and talks funny sometimes. But we play games together, and I like her, even if I don't always agree with her.
I have two uncles. One of my uncles is named James. I don't know him that much. He's pretty surly, but really quite nice. His wife died a long time ago, and he was really sad for a while. He's better now, but still doesn't really talk much. He's a clerk. He has a daughter named Laura. I don't like her.
My favorite uncle is Tr
Iron Pyramids ProloguePrologueIron Pyramids Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people say that there's good and evil. Other people say that there's only good, and evil is really just lost souls in a turmoil, trapped in a quagmire, needing something to pull them out. Others say that there is no good and evil; only people, nothing more and nothing less.
The truth of the matter is that there is good and there is evil. Sometimes good turns to evil. Sometimes evil turns to good. Through my eyes I've seen it just as such. It must balance itself. Good can't exist without evil, evil can't exist without good, therefore there must be both.
I've come to know the truth of what is pure evil. I do not know what good is. I never have, I never will. But good can spring of evil, and sometimes being evil is being good. My god was evil once, born of hatred and shame and guilt, but he has done good for me. Evil doing good. Evil fighting evil.
But he can never rescue me from my own quagmire. I am stuck permanently, and not even he can save me from the depth of what is k
A Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for Alessa5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rest, sweet child.
Your pain will end soon.
You were such a beautiful flower,
but they never allowed you to bloom.
Rest, sweet child,
and let your tears finally run dry.
I promise paradise is near,
theres no reason for you to cry.
Rest, sweet child,
for the end is coming near.
Theres no reason for you to cry anymore,
your paradise is almost here.
So dont cry,
Your pain will end soon.
The time has come, sweet child,
for your paradise to bloom.
Mary's LetterIn my restless dreams,Mary's Letter5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I see that town.
You promised youd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well Im alone there now...
In our special place...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to
come to see me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.
I know Ive done a terrible
thing to you. Something youll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I cant.
I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you...
Everyday I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
The doctor came today.
He told be I could go
home for a short stay.
Its not that Im getting better,
Its just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, Im glad to be coming
home. Ive missed you terribly.
But Im afraid James.
Im afraid you dont really
want me to come home.
Whenever you come see
Pyramid HeadPyramid HeadPyramid Head5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey, Pyramid Head, you look like such a nice guy
Do you want to go out tonight as you've caught my eye
You don't move too fast so I can run away
And I am 'regular world' bored and would like to play
What 's really great is the warning I hear
As your personal music plays when you come near
You are sort of like the mummy in the old black and whites
Easy to allude but still good for giving me the frights
Besides, you have quite a nice body, definitely in shape
Excuse me while I'm not needing to run, if I gape
But its rather nice being chased by such a virile chap
As long as I can come back to life after a sword slap
Its not that I'm a pain seeker or masochist
Just think it would be fun to be on your 'to date' list
And run around and scream and have a bunch of fun
To safely play with and shoot of a cool magnum loaded gun
If only I'd wake up in Silent Hill
Where one can be hurt but not need a pain pill
And duck and dive and generally avoid you
And try to solve the mystery as lo
My Visit to Silent Hill -1-Silent Hill...a place that was meant to be a paradise...Tranquility...Serenity...the perfect place for a vacation. That is, until the ritual...after all that had gone wrong, it left the small town in a cursed and forsaken state. A demon homed town lined with blood and rust and hidden in ash. And overtime, a handful of people have wandered into the mist, and even fewer returned. The most well known accounts were of Harry Mason, the father searching for daughter Cheryl in the town's alternate school and amusement park, James Sunderland, widowed husband relearning his past. Heather Mason, unknowing about who she really is and stopping the curse placed upon her, and Henry Townshend, trying to escape from a cursed room. At least, those are the accounts for gamers...My Visit to Silent Hill -1-5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...as they were for myself. Sadly, I needed to wait longer than most to be able to play. I never owned a PlayStation One, so Silent Hill One wasn't in my possession until the PS2, although I didn't even own one until the PS3 was
Silent Hill NurseNo one no one can HEAR you- hear you-no one can- NO ONE CAN hear you NO one CAN hear- hear- hear you... hear you no ONE CAN HEAR YOU- no one no one no one no one no one can hear youSilent Hill Nurse5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In my head in my head always in my head I hear it
No one can hear.
No one can scream.
Can you hear me
no one can
no</i> one can hear
no one you can you cant you can scream.
In my eyes my eyes always in my eyes I see it.
Cant scream cant see cant hear can touch can touchtouchtouch be touchedtouchedtouched by who by him by her by them by us by me by it.
My sisters moan and shiver beside me, I moan and shiver in response. We moan and shiver together. My back spasms and I arch and I accidently touchtouchtouch the sister beside me an
SUNDAY'S CHILDDeidara, what day is it?SUNDAY'S CHILD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hmm? Its Sunday, un.
Really? I could have sworn it was Monday.
Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace .
What are you singing now, brat?
Its a poem, danna. Deidara and Sasori were lounging about in their room, Sasori working on his puppets and Deidara sitting on their bed, staring quietly at the ceiling. Not realizing it, the sculptor had begun to sing under his breath.
A poem? It sounds familiar. Sasori had turned around to look at his partner.
Well, technically its a nursery rhyme, un. Deidara shut his eyes and began to speak in a voice that clearly indicated he was reciting from memory. Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace. Wednesdays child is full of woe, Thursdays child has far to go. Fridays child is loving and giving, Saturdays child wo
Silent HillLove, to some unearned,Silent Hill5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will guide you through a nightmare,
Fuelled by hate and pain.
Run! Run! Guilty man!
Your mind is full of angles,
Sharp with rust and blood.
Memories, long past,
Confront the restless dreamer,
Through a wish, reborn.
Home sweet home, they say.
A room with view and more,
Is yours forever now.
Silent Hill: Deserted SoulChapter One: The Begining of DesertionSilent Hill: Deserted Soul5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eliethyia was Dahlia's twin sister. When they were little, their mother could not tell them apart, but as they aged, their hair deferentiated them. Eliethyia's hair darkened to an almost brown- dishwater brown, while Dahlia's lightened and grew blonder and blonder until it was almost white. Eliethyia also grew slightly taller than Dahlia.
Dahlia was the strange one always. As a little girl, she was facinated by odd things and death while her sister, Eliethyia was facinated with life, but there was one thing they shared intimately, a tie which bonded them, but not forever. Both were telepathic. Dahlia accepted it more while Eliethyia did not. She treated it more like a game and soon stopped listening to her sister messages in her head. And soon it was as if it'd never been.
Eliethyia grew tired of Silent Hill and moved away to Ashfield Heights and moved into an apt. Her Apt. # was 303. Frank Sutherland gave her the key.
A girl had lived here bef
In Silent HillIn Silent Hill...In Silent Hill6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter this town, so quiet and eerie,
where the fires of hatred still burn far below.
Tell us dear, why have you come,
or who have you lost that brought you here?
Don't be ashamed, we do not discriminate,
for all are welcome...in Silent Hill.
The wailing siren sounds,
the darkness creeps forth, and with it others.
Gruesome creatures, lurching forward,
writhing and festering upon this fallen ground.
Faces in the dark, vanishing with the light,
and coming again with their veil of shadows.
Inhuman sounds, once voices, but no more,
now screaming from endless torture.
The sound of grinding metal,
a hulking form lumbers through the narrow halls.
As the walls all melt and bleed away,
leaving twisted wire frames behind.
He drags his blade behind him,
Memories of Walter SullivanMemories of Walter Sullivan10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Every hour of every day, all I thought of was my mother. I longed to be held by her and to be loved like all the other children. They were so lucky. I watched Eileen walking with her mother, holding her hand, not a care in the world. I dreamed once that it was my hand her mother was holding and her happy smile shining upon me instead. Oh how I didn't want to wake from that dream. My mother was always one step away from my grasp. I knew she was there somehow, standing in front of that door, or watchin it from the building across the street, I could feel her presence. When I was taken away to that house, I felt mother slip away. I cried. The adults were always busy teaching me and at the time they were so silly. I just wanted to go home, to be with mother. One day I talked with a certain woman and she showed me a way I could be with my mother again. I was happy. I worked hard and ignored all the pain for it seemed like nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Twenty one. Thats all it wo
The PatientThis recording begins the evening of October 4th, 2004. Room 775 of the Barrow Neurological Institute, solitary cell. The subject in question is a Ms. Chloe A. Albritton. Admitted after the atrocious murders of over an estimated twenty people, we have found she has virtually every malignant mental disorder known to modern man. She is at least two kinds of schizophrenic. Manic-depressive, Dissassociative Identity Disorder. Severe depression. Insomnia. The list is extensive, see case file for more information.The Patient6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Start log, approximately One o'clock am. This is Dr. Nacola Bambakidis sitting here in the observation portion of Room 775. The subject up for observation is Chloe Albritton, alias "The Nurse".
She's sitting here, just...sitting. Staring with a fierce calm that penetrates the very soul of the viewer. There is still blood on her straightjacket, in bad need of repair and a wash. Pure white hair, naturally so, is streaked through with black on the bangs. However, des
Silent Hill Lost Ones chap. 5Silent Hill Lost OnesSilent Hill Lost Ones chap. 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Michael continued to explore the ruined hotel, he noticed something on the wall. It was an old photograph of Michael playing catch with Scott. "I wonder how that got there." Michael said as he looked at it. Suddenly, a sharp fiery pain came from his skull. Michael held his head in pain as he started to remember something. Michael then dropped his pipe, which made the headache even worse than before. He then fell to the floor and blacked out.
Michael was in an old factory, searching for someone. He pulled out a baseball from his pocket. As he continued to search, he heard a loud clatter coming from a hallway corridor. Then everything sort of blurred out when Michael went through the doorway.
When Michael woke up, he found himself in lying on the floor in a cold sweat. He looked left and right, making sure that nothing was coming to attack and picked up the pipe he had used to kill that creature. Michael's head still hurt from that painful fl
Silent Hill Lost Ones chap. 4Silent Hill Lost OnesSilent Hill Lost Ones chap. 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Michael continued down Bachman Street, his cell phone began to buzz with static. Michael took it out and looked at it. "Why is this buzzing like it's broken? It doesn't even have a scratch on it." He thought to himself as Michael continued down the empty street.
He continued down the road, when Michael caught a brief glimpse of a figure. Even though he needed help in finding Scott, something told Michael to ignore it and just keep going toward the Hotel. As he kept walking, his cell phone continued to buzz. He started to hear a low moaning coming from the alleys. This made Michael worried, and to move a bit quicker.
"Guess he wasn't kidding about it being in bad shape." Michael said when he finally reached the "Grand" Hotel. It looked terrible. Paint was peeling off, windows were broken and graffiti covered the walls. "I really hope Scott isn't in this place." He said as he entered the building.
When Michael went in, the inside looked worse than the o
Silent Hill Lost Ones chap. 2Silent Hill: Lost OnesSilent Hill Lost Ones chap. 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Michael woke up, he felt a white hot, stabbing pain in his left side. He looked down and saw a small chunk of metal from the door, piercing his stomach area. Michael tried to pull it out, but was given even worse pain. He tried again, this time was able to pull it all out "Arghh, God dammit!" . Michael looked over at Scott's seat. The only thing there was Scott's book. "Ah, great! Scott's gone, I have a big cut in my side " Michael looked down at his gun holster, "And my gun is missing."
When Michael went outside the car it was still snowing, but the whole place was covered in fog. He looked left and right, and didn't see anyone in sight. "Hello!! Scott, Scott! Anyone!?" He looked down, and saw bloody footsteps. While Michael tried to figure out how they could just stop like that, he figured that they might be Scott's so he followed them until they stopped dead. Michael figured that he needed to go further down the road if he was ever to find hi
"Cry, Silent Hill" Chapter 1Chapter 1"Cry, Silent Hill" Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Devil May Cry ..."
"Hello, um, hi... I'd like to speak to Dante?"
"You got him. You got the password too?"
"Yes! Uh, I mean, I need to talk to the 'handyman that will take any dirty job.' That's it, right?"
"More or less. What's the problem, and how much money you got?"
Dante glanced at his partner Lady, a pretty brunette with mismatched eyes in a white bell-bottomed catsuit perched on the edge of his desk, which she had just kicked. She was fixing him with a "be nice!" glare around a mouthful of pizza. He waved her off, leaned his chair back dangerously far, and picked his free ear with a pinky.
"It's my wife, and my daughter," the caller explained, "They've vanished ..."
"I don't do missing persons, pal," Dante cut him off as he examined the tip of his finger before wiping it on his red leather jeans. Lady made a face.
"... into a place called Silent Hill. Wait, let me finish." The caller took a shaky breath, "I'm in the
Photography is deadly -SH4-Photography is deadly -SH4-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Henry Townsend stood on the top of his appartment building, holding a Sony Cybershot 4 in one hand, while struggling with the tripod in his other hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his eyebrows scrunched up in frustration.
"Goddamnit, c'mon you fucker...."
"I hope you weren't talking to me with that dirty mouth." A low voice edged with seduction said behind him as an arm snaked around his waist. Henry jumped and dropped the camera and tripod.....right off the side of the building.
"Fuck! You owe me a new goddamn camera, Walter!" Henry yelled, the cig dropping from his mouth as he watched his precious camera shatter into a million pieces on the pavement below them. The fact that he was more angry about his camera than scared shitless that a serial killer had him in his arms worried him slighly. Only slightly.
The hand around Henry's waist started rubbi
A Game -Silent Hill HomecomingA Game -Silent Hill Homecoming5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Contains a bit Alex/Joshua.
I remember this rainy day. Completely.
Actually it was a pouring outside. We both had to stay inside, even if I promised him to go out to play. But the fall came a lot too early. My parents looked at me like I'd be responsible for this weather to disappoint my brother.
But I wasn't.
Honestly, he's the only family I've got. Neither of my parents were there for me like he was. Everytime, every minute. And now they even wanted to take him away from me. Only sometimes my mother showed a bit sympathy, but I couldn't accept it somehow.
I'm a stranger in this house.
So, I sat there, quietly on this chair and watched Joshua playing with some bouncy ball-thing. Seriously, he didn't look disappointed at all. Just bored. Though he was very quiet.
He caught the ball, raising his head. He looked at me with his blue eyes opened wide. Frankly, he stared at me. Somehow I drowned in his eyes.
After all, I can tell that he's the beloved one here. He's the one
Poem- Sweet Silent HillWhen an unnatural fog covers a town,Poem- Sweet Silent Hill7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when a scream is heard or a body is found,
a man with a gun and the will to go on,
a quest for a daughter who had been lost all along,
a pyramid helmet atop the head of a beast,
a myriad of demons hungry for fresh meat,
a world which is calm can turn hellish at times,
confusion runs rampant as the town comes alive.
A religion resides at a church on the road,
to birth a great demon while destroying the world.
A hospital that was once home to the impaired,
is now nothing more than a monster-filled lair.
You can run, you can hide, but in the end you must fight,
not just for your sanity but also for your life.
Now pull out your weapon and try for your goal,
but remember the warnings you've always been told.
This town is vicious, its aim is to kill,
welcome to Hell on earth, our sweet Silent Hill.
HarryHarry...Harry5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You're a new face
How long have I been gone?
What's happened to the walls
that enclose me?
Please don't leave me
alone and scared.
I don't have any way
of leaving this place now.
I can't leave this place.
It calls to me,
something deep in the shadows.
It won't let me leave.
I don't have the courage,
to disobey it.
How I long to see my
friends and family again.
Do you think they're here?
If they're alive that is.
Could you ever forgive me?
The things I've done.
Am I worthy of forgiveness?
Would you stay with me
if I told you about it all?
Could I leave this place
if I told you?
Would the shadows release me?
Their grasp holds me so tight.
Can you save me from them?
I'm not so sure...
As you push me I
begin to realize...
I'm the same as them.
My last bit of humanity
fades into the dark.
I can't do this myself.
I need your help.
I don't want to be alone.
I'm reaching for you.
And you back away.
No, please don't leave me.
Save me from them...
The TownThe Town5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a town,
That you see in your darkest dreams.
A town filled with pain and silent screams.
It lays abandoned, by a lonely lake, but to think the town empty,
will be your final mistake.
It is filled with your deepest fears,
Nightmares and horrors that will bring you to tears.
Whether you live or die, the town doesn't care.
For only it knows why you're where called to here.
So come with me, if you will,
To the nightmare town