Ghost TownGhost Town4 years ago in Short Stories
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"Pushed up in the wall
She was screaming
Screaming for love,"
Exiting the club, the duo went quietly down the alley, trench coats hiding their identity. It was 4AM, and it was only time before the sun rose and they had to return to the set.
The chilly January air of the Big Apple highlighted the couple's heavy eyelids, the icy skin created mist around their eyes.
Her black high heels tapped quietly on the pavement, while his boots ungracefully squashed through the puddles, as hers lithely walked around them. The two were making a waltz around the alleys of New York, their eyes shielded with tinted glasses, so no one would recognize them.
A few minutes of their walk back, he suddenly - and powerfully - pushed her against the wall. The impact of her body on the wall was great - the surface of the brick turned to dust. She pushed up his glasses, they were as black as death.
Poison formed up his mouth, as his fangs grew and pushed his lips unto her.
Her pupils dilated, black replaci
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse
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And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si