The Black PondI remember the day we first arrived in our new home clearly. My father parked the car before the house, his gruff voice announcing our arrival. I was in the back seat, my sketch book open in my lap as I drew whatever came to mind. My younger brother Ben crawled right across my lap and pressed his face to the car window, looking out at our new home with awe. Irritated that he'd interrupted my drawing, I snapped the book shut and got out of the car, slamming the door in his face with no remorse.
I was scolded for my behaviour, but being sixteen years old, I didn't really care.
The house was old and worn, in dire need of repairs that my father promised to take care of. A double story building with a dark red, slanted roof and grey walls. My mother said it looked like an old Victorian mansion, especially since it was surrounded by a forest. I thought it looked like a rancid old mansion one would expect to find in a horror story, and yet somehow this observation drew me to it and I began to
The Tapping Next DoorFor most of my life I had lived in the same apartment. It was on the third floor and overlooked the busy city. It was also directly next to another apartment, which means you could hear everything going on behind the right-hand side bedroom wall.The Tapping Next Door2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would occasionally hear faint noises coming from behind the wall. There would be scraping, which I assumed was the sound of a chair being pulled along a wooden floor. Sometimes voices could be heard. I guessed they were either from the residents living there or from a TV or radio. And then there was the banging.
The banging was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it really annoyed me. Why wouldn't it? It always seemed to happen when I was trying to sleep and considering my bed was right against the wall where it was loudest, I was usually awoken by it.
It was loud and frantic usually, like someone trying to get attention. I always thought it was a young child doing its best to piss off its parents, but I was never sure. Mostly becaus
Sickly SweetI could remember moving into this neighbourhood like it was just yesterday. Actually, when I think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Must've been about seven months ago when I first arrived. It seemed perfectly normal. I had friendly neighbours, a nice house and a fairly decent job at the gas station in the nearby town.Sickly Sweet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although all of my neighbours seemed cheerful and friendly, there was one specifically who seemed kinder than all of them. Her name was Amanda Robinson, and she lived in the house opposite mine.
She looked about twenty, the same age as me. Her long hair was a light brown colour, just like mine, and her eyes were a moss green, also like mine. We both had fair skin, although hers was slightly paler. A warm smile was always present on her face and for some reason, she always had a few peppermint sweets in her jeans pocket.
I remember first meeting her on the day I moved in. She offered me a peppermint and I gladly accepted. I noticed she didn't eat one herself, but though
*CreepyPasta*: Water PuppetSome people call me a hero. I can't disagree with them, because it's actually kind of true. Believe it or not, I've saved a drowning man, pulled a girl from a burning building, and I even saved a dog from being swept away by a nasty flood. My friends thought I was crazy, but I thought I was just exercising my humanity. That, and I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. It was my guilty pleasure. I've been sky diving and bungee jumping on more than one occasion. I've jumped off the ledge of a huge water fall hoping that I didn't hit shallow water. I've got a couple of scars to show for my endeavors. I don't really do the adventurous things that I used to anymore. Not after what happened.*CreepyPasta*: Water Puppet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About seven years ago, me and a couple of friends were just heading out from a New Years party. It was freezing outside, and we had to walk six blocks to get back to our dorms. We all started walking, dreading the next twenty minutes or so of minus twenty degree weather.
"Hey, w - wait a minute," Jarro
The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my headThe Dearest Dark Things2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said
They leave me all alone
The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light
They never leave my side
Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek
Trust me I know nothing
Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown
Yes I am their queen
I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art
Look at my lovely dark things
They follow closer, at my heel
And before me, used to kneel
And still do if I keep the deal
But blood is deadly poison
Away we go, away we slam
Another deed for us to damn
Another slaughtered bloody lamb
The dark things, no listen to-
To late, to late
We'll never stop at this rate
Not until our marked death date
What's happening to me, why can't I move
I try to bac
They Stole My BodyI just want to get away. Away from the noise of this house. It's winter so outside isn't an option so I'll have to settle for the garage. It's not as frigid in there but it's still chilling so I bring a small space heater.They Stole My Body2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find an old lawn chair and set it up next to the only plug I can find. As the ancient off white heater warms up I look around. This place is so dirty. The concrete floor needs sweeping and the corners have bad at least twenty past hosts. I guess it's okay because no one ever comes out here this time of year.
Finally the heater is warmed up. So much that my shins are almost burning. I move them aside so that the rest of my body can feel the tiny sun. After I move my foot I see a quarter sized beetle. It's exoskeleton is dark but where the light hits it the blue and purple metallic undertones are revealed. I've never seen this kind of insect in person before but I know it's not native to this area. It must have been searching for an escape from the winter and found i
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
Roses Aren't Red for MeI'm not the one with the reloaded gun pointed at my chest.Roses Aren't Red for Me5 years ago in Other More Like This
Step down and listen to mother because she might know best.
Disobedient, he goes ahead and pulls the trigger anyway.
And now poor old mother is alone and mourns every day.
Now the blood trickles on to the carpet;
Stains it with the colour of pretty roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
I'm not the one with the kitchen knife slicing at my wrist.
This cut just adds yet another self-injury to the list.
Enervated, she scratches away and tries to finish off the job.
So now the last sound the bathtub will hear is her sob.
Now the blood spills in to the water;
Dyes it with the colour of lovely roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
At the funeral contains
Their corpses, rearrange
the roses on their coffins -
so dark, so dark.
Now the blood pours in to the memories;
Tints it with the colour of death.
So give the dead their roses,
But those roses aren't red for me.
RapeEmpty insideRape12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no pride
Why didn't you just take me life
You left me with my mind
Nothing but that horrid morning to find
I told you no
I asked you to stop
You kept on pushing
To get on top
Over powering me
Saying you'll like it,you'll see
It wasnt rape
You didnt make it to that
I wait for the day that you get smacked
Smacked with the charges that I pressed
You've changed my life and what I think
My trust in others has gone down the sink
I dream of you hurting me still
I can only hope you never will
Mentally rape me and leave my abused
Left me on the ground and leave me used
You think you got away with it
Just you wait and see
Now you will learn why
You should never have messed with me!
roses are redRoses are redroses are red5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
Why am I
In love with you?
tulips are pink
snowdrops are white
how can I ever
win this fight?
Red as my blood
Blue as the sky
Pink as my skin
White like a lie
It seeps through my hands
Stains all that's there
Why do I feel this?
It is not fair
What I wouldn't give
To go up high
What I wouldn't do
To be able to fly
I still see what you left there
It's there to fuel my pain
Because I can only think of you
When I see that scar-like stain
I said it didn't matter
But I know that is said wrong
To you it might be truth
For me it's where I belong
You confuse me
You never go straight
It's your memory that does it
It's what put me in this state
I shouldn't feel this
It is all wrong
But then, why is
The feeling so strong?
Roses are red
And I love you
I shouldn't feel this
But still I do
My Deviantart Story [Lots of text and old work]Since I've seen so many today. This will feature lots of my old work since this is my story.My Deviantart Story [Lots of text and old work]9 months ago in Art Features More Like This
I first joined Deviantart when I was about 13 or 14 years old. At the time I joined it so I could look at all the fanart of anime that I watched at the time. At the time I had a different account which I held onto for about three years I think? Then I decided it was time for a change.
I didn't draw much at first when I joined DA, though I created an OC and made a story about her eventually. Her name was Eliera, I did her no glory when I first started drawing her. I would draw her most of the time since she was my only OC for the time being. I didn't have a graphics tablet back then so I was drawing pictures like this with bad colouring:
I'd sketch and draw a hell of a lot! There was a stage where I was into Inuyasha and I would write fanfiction and draw picture of Sesshomaru and Kagome since it became my favourite
The darknessDon´t lose temper.The darkness8 months ago in Personal More Like This
Don´t be angry.
You know. I´ve been trying to be positive lately. And spread true, warm thoughts. Because there´s so much negativity around. Sometimes we manage to cheer someone up a lot. It makes their day, sometimes it warms their heart, sometimes it even makes them think brighter. Yesterday someone told me "You have a way of thinking I´ve never seen before". And that´s the small things that can make big changes. It´s a goal reached, and everyone can provide it. And I´d like to say something about that, even though some people would want to shoot me to death with their pessimism. I have a feeling that something´s around here and builds a wall which´s impossible to cross. And I´m trying to cross that wall, but every time I do, I slam myself into it and hurt myself horribly.
My thoughts are incredibly hard to form into unde
Roses Are RedRoses are red,Roses Are Red6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue.
Honey is sweet,
And so are you.
But roses die,
And violets turn black.
Honey gets old,
And you turn back.
The love dies down,
Our poems run thin.
Our emotions drown,
And so it begins.
We never call,
And so amen.
I'll never send,
Red roses again.
Roses***Roses***Roses9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They tell me you're gone
But those are all lies
They just don't know
Your soul still survives
Inside the shadows
Lies your sweet disguise
Two lovely roses
That each hold your eyes
Deep in the dark
When the daylight has died
The mist of my sleep
Leads me to your side
When I open my eyes
You fade to hide
I'm left with the love
Your roses provide
Why do they refuse to believe me?
Don't they know you can never leave me?
Her voice can be heard at night
Through thickness of the frost
Singing softly to the starlight
Of the love she never lost
A love that left so long ago
Without ever a goodbye
But somehow the roses let her know
Her love will never die
Each night her haunting voice is heard
Filling silence in the halls
Her love is sang with every word
Sweet sound seeping through the walls
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Death is no reason
To stop loving you
These walls are white
The floors are too
I don't belong
into the ocean...are you going to throw me into the ocean and watch me sink to the bottom?into the ocean...3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
dose it hurt me to hear that you left me again,
for a slut that will only break your heart,
did you throw me away,
into the ocean,
where you counting on me to drown,
I'm sorry but no,
i don't work for your show,
you threw me away like a rag doll,
that has been torn open and ripped apart,
well its kinda right,
you tor me open and ripped my heart out,
played with it for a while,
just to throw it away,
throw it away,
into the ocean i am sinking,
i am hurting,
you killed me deep inside,
did you throw me into the ocean and watched me sink to the bottom,
why is it always me,
why did you throw me away?
she's just a slut that will break your heart,
i hear that she has slept with every damn boy in her big sisters school,
dose drugs for fun and smokes cigars,
drinks a gallon of beer for fun,
parties all night long,
she's the whore of the town,
yet you threw me away into the ocean a
*CreepyPasta*: Pass It OnIt's quite an interesting concept. For those little 'Pass it on' messages I mean. Chain letters and people telling you to 'Post this in five different comments or else you'll die tonight.'. Interesting indeed, but it lacks originality. It's the same story with each one. Pass it on or die. People pass it on, they go on living - happy ending for everyone. But what if there were a little twist?*CreepyPasta*: Pass It On2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let's say that there's a photo out there. It's not one of those, 'Can't find it anywhere else.' type of pictures. It's actually really easy to find. Just use your chosen search engine and type in 'Black and white photo of twins.'. You should receive a variety of different black and white photos of twins, but let me help and tell you what to look for. You're looking for the picture of two twin girls. They're wearing black dresses and white headbands. The twin on the left has a strait face while the one on the right is smiling. Found it? Good. Now, as you can see, there's nothing particularly unnervi
Kidnapper's Nightmare! Chapter 1: Kidnapped.Cherry Greenstem used to be teased for her name. Then her bullies met her red-headed friend; Delia "The Butcher" Baker. Delia, or as she likes for people to call her, Deli, showed those guys the true meaning of pain. Let it be known, that Deli Baker does not allow people to mess with her friends.Kidnapper's Nightmare! Chapter 1: Kidnapped.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You may be wondering why you're entitled to know this. Well, it appears that these are the main characters of the story in front of your eyes, and you might as well recognize me as your Narrator. Hello. I'm sure that if the girls knew you were reading about their lives they would say so too. At least Cherry would. Deli would probably try to chop your head off for invading the privacy of their lives. Definitely. So they do not know. But I am getting off track and not fulfilling my job as the Narrator, so the show must go on! We close the story in on a lovely moment, in which the following words are passive-aggressively exchanged over the phone.
"You are an idiot."
"What? But I'm not!"
Beautiful Sound.The Love it felt through many years,Beautiful Sound.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The smiles that led to icy tears.
Discovering that it had been hypnotized,
Trying not to give in to those dark lies.
The brave heart that could never be broken,
by words that had been spoken.
The darkness will always be held within this tangled web.
However so will the light.
The more you try to break this heart,
the more it will learn to fight.
And once the love has been found,
the music will be played,
and will be played for a lifetime,
for love is a beautiful......