DenkdiaetDeformierte DenkfigurenDenkdiaet1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
- deren Dogma dominiert -
deuten deine Denkstrukturen:
"Düster", "dümmlich", "deplatziert".
Doch dergleichen Denktristesse
dezimiert den Denkerdrang,
denn der Dank der Denkfinesse
droht dem drögen Dogmenzwang.
SS: Someone like youCleo didn’t feel good about today. She was tired from all the training, which was obviously something she wasn’t used to in her daily life back home. She missed her daily life back home now, which was weird. Well, she never really minded the chores or anything, except for maybe taking care of Wesley, but that was a whole other story that she didn’t want to get into thinking about at the moment. Right now all she wanted to think about was that she was in her final hours of being safe from harm and she was honestly nervous about what it was going to be like. The Bloodbath. The other tributes. The traps set by the Game Makers. She looked down as a shiver rushed down her spine. It was a cool day out on the rooftop, and she was glad she was alone. She really didn’t like talking to Risa too much. She felt like Risa saw her as a helpless child, which yeah maybe she was, but she was also thirteen. A teenager. Maybe it didn’t mean much to anyone else here, but it mSS: Someone like you1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Und am AbendUnd am Abend: stilles Glück.Und am Abend1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Altes Sofa. Trautes Heim.
Sitzen. Schweigen. Blick zurück.
Leise lächeln. Mondenschein.
I Love My Serial Ch. 1I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
You know the whole story of Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers. But did you know Jason Voorhees had a daughter?
Her name was Mary. Mary Voorhees.
I never thought my own uncle would kill me. But I guess I was totally wrong. I probably shouldn't tell my story, but, since I'm nice, I guess I'lll tell you.
CHAPTER 1: The Fight
I awoke from my sleep. I looked around my trashy room. I lived in a shack that my dad had made from old materials from Camp Crystal Lake that I guess wasn't needed anymore. My room contained of an ordinary bed, half-way broken, probably also stolen from the camp; I had an old dresser that was so dirty, you could barely see yourself in the mirror. I also had an old radio that, I don't even know where came from, but had a CD that played one song which was some old ballet style music. I loved to dance so I danced to a lot.
I got all the way up from my bed and trudged into the kitchen.&
I Love My Serial Ch. 15I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 153 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 15: Car Crash, anyone?
When I woke up the next morning, I looked to my dad who was still sleeping. I chuckled at his constant snoring and cuddled close to him. Not meaning to, he woke up when I moved closer to him. He held me close, letting me know with his motions that he would keep me safe. I heard a knock at the door, half-expecting it to be Freddy, I buried my face into my dad’s chest and whimpered. My dad held me closer protectively and I looked out of the corner of my eye as the door opened slowly. To my avail, it wasn’t Freddy, it was Pammy. I relaxed and my dad loosened his grip. “It’s just me, Mary,” Pam said and rubbed my shoulder thoughtfully. I turned over on my back to look at her. “I have to leave, baby.” My eyes widened and I asked her why over and over again. “Like I told you the last time, I have unfinished business.” “But I need you!” I began to
Die Faehe Eine WeihnachtsgeschichteDie Faehe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lupus starrte auf den übervollen Futternapf, den der Alpha vor seiner kleinen Hütte abgestellt hatte. Er hatte keinen Hunger. Er war viel zu unglücklich, als dass der vor ihm stehende Festschmaus ihn hätte verlocken können.
Dabei ging es ihm streng genommen gar nicht schlecht. Denn nicht nur das von ihm verschmähte Fressen war hervorragend, auch ansonsten tat der Alpha alles, um ihn gut zu versorgen. So hatte er ihm zu Beginn der kalten Jahreszeit extra eine neue Hundehütte gebaut, direkt an der Wand des Kuhstalles. Er war sogar so vorausschauend gewesen, einige kleinere Öffnungen durch diese Wand zu bohren, so dass die Wärme der großen Tiere nun auch behaglich durch seine Hütte strömen und zumindest die größte Winterkälte fernhalten konnte.
„So, mein Alter“, hatte der Alpha gesagt, als er ihm seine neue Hütte gezeigt hatte, „damit dich dein Rheuma
I Love My Serial Ch. 13I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 133 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 13: That Pizza Face
Everything was black. Not one hint of light anywhere. Just black. I heard sounds like moaning and crying. But I still saw nothing but black. I tried to feel around but I felt nothing, tasted nothing, saw nothing. You know what nothing is like? It’s like, umm, nothing. None of anything. I kept myself going with thoughts, telling myself that I’m only sleeping and that I’m just not having a dream this time. But, I had just been possibly killed in one of Freddy’s dreams. How could that be? Is that possible to have a dream within a dream? I’m just gonna go with yes. I stopped thinking for a moment and began listening. Moans and cries of pain filled my ears. They sounded familiar. I listened more closely and realized that they were my moans and cries. I began to come…alive. Or awake, either one.
Light poured into my vision. “Freddy?” I croaked, still thinking I was
Under the Harvest Moon ch.14.5The air rushed from my lungs as I stared back at the weapon, his hand now steady. Distantly I heard my family screaming for Loomis to stop, for someone to stop him but I lay prostrate on my back and elbows. Then I saw a pair of feet, one foot on either side of my head and the fear diminished. Standing over me like a dark guardian, I scrambled to my feet and found over a hundred guns pointed in my direction. Instinctively I pressed myself against his hard abdomen and gulped in anticipation. Sweat broke out against my brow and I took a deep beneath and let it out.Under the Harvest Moon ch.14.55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"On the count of three," Sheriff Brackett began, holding his arm in the air.
I squeezed my eyes shut and reflected over all we had been through, the discovery of my dead friends, my abduction and taken to Chicken Todd's shack in the woods.
Michael's first gestures of compassion and our trek to the hospital I realized how Laurie betrayed me and our flight to his home where he showed me more, taught me more and loved me mo
I Love My Serial Ch. 5I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 53 years ago in Horror More Like This
"No! Mary! Stop that right now!" Pamela screamed at her granddaughter. But, I just couldn't stop crying. I knew that even if it wasn't for me, she would have bled out from the shot wound, but I couldn't imagine how much pain she was in when Jason was getting me out. "Baby. She wanted you to live. She wanted you to have life. She loved you, honey. She would have...died anyway even if you weren't involved." I inhaled a gulp of air to get words to come out of my mouth. "I-I know, b-but, I...." I couldn't even finish. "Get some rest, sweetie." She tucked me in and left out the door. I rolled over and looked at the picture of my smiling mother. "I love you," I told the picture. I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep.
The nails on the chalkboard was back. I was shaking. What did he plan to do this time? "Freddy!!" I decided to scream on the top of my lungs. "Uncle!" I heard his evil laugh again. But this time there wasn't much feeling
A Halloween Murder*Remember 'A Christmas Massacre'? This story's sorta the same, but different. Summary: Izzy of the Total Drama series is more than meets the eye. She's crazy, sure, and has blown up a few things in the past, of course. She's even made friends with beavers! But did you know she lives with a mental asylum escapee, and has for half her life?*A Halloween Murder5 years ago in Horror More Like This
A small seven year old girl was running down the street as fast as humanly possible. Hot tears were streaming freely down her face, her wild, frizzy, flaming red hair billowing in front of her peircing, neon green eyes, slightly obscuring her vision. Her name was Izabel, Izabel Porrin, and she was in threat of her life.
Izabel, nicknamed Izzy by her peers, was quite plainly terrified. She was being chased by a man in a durag, his breath reeking fouly of alchohol. She had only run away from her single mother's home a week ago, then met up with a haggard outside a bar in passing that day. He had tried to lure her into an alleyway for things she didn't
Hellraise Academy Ch 10Chapter 10Hellraise Academy Ch 103 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watched her drag me along all the way to the school's gates. Well, I guess I shouldn't say "dragged", better off with "I was a sucker for her and walked by her side with her gently tugging me along", back there, she said she would never stop believing in me. No one has ever said that to me...ever. She really does care.
When we were just about to walk through, a burning pain snapped in the back of my mind. I stopped. It seemed the closer I got to the building, the more intense the heat would build. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was only a few feet from the gates.
She stopped and turned around, those eyes of hers. I could feel my face flush out behind my latex mask, it was warming, a flutter in my chest began to grow when she started to take a couple of small steps towards me. In my past, people would flee in terror and scream for their lives, this girl. She showed no fear at all. No hesitation when she smiled, her touch felt like burning silk, war
Hellraise Academy Ch 1Chapter 1Hellraise Academy Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stepped off of the bus and felt the gritty road crunch under my feet.
The scenery was washed out and grey. Crows perched on the dead tree branches that lined the road.
"You'd be wise to continue with caution," the hooded driver warned.
"What do you mean?" I asked turning my head.
"That's one scary ass school your going to. You some sort of crazy person?"
I looked at him confused.
"No, I don't really have a choice anymore. My parents don't want me to retake Jr High, so I was sent here" I said, shifting my bag strap into a more comfortable position.
The driver glanced down and chuckled quietly.
"You're a brave lass" he smirked. "If you go up that road, it will take you straight to the front gates" he directed, pointing to a pathway ahead.
I thanked him and followed his finger down the path.
"Hells gates" he whispered to himself as he closed the bus doors and drove off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
I carefully followed the path through ever thickening patches of dead forest
I Love My Serial Ch. 18I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 183 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 18: Untitled
“What!? Why?” I asked, concern written on my face. “I already told you, Mary! The voices tell me to!” I looked to the floor. “Go to sleep, Mary.” He said and walked away. “But I—” He was gone. To wake myself up, I got up and strode to one of the burning pipes. I hesitated before I shoved my arm onto the pipe, a stifled scream following as I awoke.
Are you okay!? A note from my dad. “Y-Yeah, fine.” I said and looked at my burned arm. It was definitely gonna leave a scar. Fantastic. My dad took my arm and looked at it, a look in his eyes like ‘What happened?’ “I had to burn myself to wake up. Freddy’s on his period again.” I said. My dad stared at my wound and rubbed on it. I winced at the pain. “Oh well, I’ll be better soon.” My dad sighed and laid back down on the bed.
I Love My Serial Ch. 2I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 23 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 2: Weird Behavior
I let go of him. I was just glad I could talk to him. You know, he could talk back unlike anyone else in my family. When I looked up, I expected to see a smile on his face, but what I saw definitely wasn't a smile. He had a blank stare, he looked almost as if he was in pain. "Freddy? What's wrong!?" I got no reply.
Freddy took the machete while hugging his niece. He held the weapon high. He couldn't stop himself. He loved his niece, he did. But what was this urge that was making him have these visions of killing her? He can't control them. They happen randomly, he can't stop them from happening, and he definitely can't tell anyone that they are happening. They were his own heaps of horror. He noticed that he was only seconds away from jamming the machete into his niece's back. He smashed the weapon hard. Mary's blood splattered everywhere. Her scream of pure agony filled his ears. He yelped, but i
I Love My Serial Ch. 14I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 143 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 14: He Finally Tells Me
As I walked out the door of the famous Elm Street’s Slasher’s house, my friends and family only stared at me. “I-I’ve never seen you so…so…confident.” Pam said. I just stared at her. How do you respond to a compliment? I’ve never gotten one before. I only nodded my head. “Well. Come one.” I said, trying my best to bring them outside the house to join me in my walk back to the shack. They finally followed with a look of shock still bound to their faces. As I was walking, I noticed people watching me a little ways down the boulevard. I immediately felt embarrassed since all I had on was a nightshirt. I decided to keep my mind off that I just watched the people that were watching me. I saw them start to converse, but I was too far away to understand what they were saying. I shrugged my shoulders and began walking towards the woods once again.
same old empty feeling in your heartThe whistle blew, and the crew covered in black coal dust slowly rose from the depths of the tomb they worked in. A few weeks ago there had been a cave in, which had killed half of the crew present, so they were having to work extra hard to make up for the cave in. It was really beginning to wear down on the workers, undoubtedly, but Tox Mercer was especially filled with concern.same old empty feeling in your heart1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew he had no choice but to risk his life everyday, but he was the sole guardian for his son now. He still had faith in Morke, that she would come home, but it was such a longshot. He knew he had to work harder to keep himself well enough to be a good and capable father to his son, but that wasn’t the only thing weighing heavily on his mind.
He watched the screens diligently to see how well Morke was doing in the training for the Hunger Games. She seemed to be doing well, whenever he saw her, and it made him so glad. Of course he was still afraid for her, but she was such a strong person that he knew
I am sorryI am sorry I was the one who let goI am sorry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am sorry I was the one who let you fall
I am sorry I wasn't there to catch you
I am sorry I wasn't yours at all
I am sorry I was too busy
I am sorry I didn't give
I am sorry I didn't care
I am sorry you didn't live
I am sorry you couldn't make it
I am sorry you went away
I am sorry, I am sorry
That's all what I have to say
Hatred and Love ch2Hatred and Love ch28 years ago in Horror More Like This
Sleep and Rest
A month had gone by, I still wasn't healed yet, but Michael was, but he was still sore and slightly tender. I had gotten sicker and my gash was sore, crisp, and extremely tender. Micheal wouldn't allow me out of bed without him helping me or carring me there.
I was laying there slightly asleep, but more awake. Michael started to stir, the got up, with slight difficulty, and went into the bathroom. I got thirsty, and wanted to try and get my drink myself, so I decided I would go get my orange juice from the mini-fridgerator in our room.
I heard Michael peeing, so I got up, gritting my teeth to hold back the pain that shot through my body. I struggled over to the edge of the bed, splitting my tounge trying not to scream form the pain. I got out of the bed and stumbled over to the fridge. I looked back to make sure Micheal was still in the bathroom, and he was. I crouched down, and I felt tears roll down my face from the pain. I opened the door and took out my water bottle
Bianca Neroni: ProfileBianca Neroni: Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Bianca Maria Neroni
Nickname/Villain name: Simply
Works for/with: Harvey 'Two
Hair: On her left side of her
head, black long straight hair cut with a bob fringe. On the right
side of her haid, curly blond hair with a wavy fringe. She sometimes
hides her scarred eye with the right side of her hair.
Notable features: As her hair is
changed on the right side of her head, the right side of her face is
scarred and mutated. It's burned and her lips is a bit together
melted on that side. On the unharmed side, she is a dark beauty with
usually red or black lips with dark brown eyes.
Build: She's a middle age woman
in her best years. She is'nt that model tin type, but got curves that
she's not afraid to hide.
Style of Clothing: 20's
gangster. She loves dresses with stripes and different pattern. Hats
is often a common thing of hers to wear.
I Love My Serial Ch. 6I Love My SerialI Love My Serial Ch. 63 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 6: Food Poisoning
I think I might have gagged a little. I really hated rat. As I started to walk over and sit with my grandmother as my dad cooked the disgusting rodent, Pam led me out into the hall. I followed her knowing this would be about our little "mother talk" earlier. "I just want you to be strong about all this," She began. "I know it's a lot to take in, but please, don't show in any way, shape or form to your dad or Freddy or Michael or anybody that I told you." "I won't, I promise, and I'll be strong. Like you said, it's a lot to take in." She shook her head in assurance that I was in a lot of emotional pain. She hugged me and walked back into the kitchen. I thought for a moment. I never thought my mother would have died such a terrible death, I mean, I understand that she would have died anyway, but I can't shake the thought that I was one of the huge reasons my mother died. I started to tear up. "No, Mary, be strong." I muttered
...But the Kitchen Sink...But the Kitchen Sink3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Pinkie, I'm telling you, as weird and crazy as you can be, it wouldn't work!"
"Nuh-uh! It would!" Pinkie Pie insisted as they entered the bakery. "We could totally replace your entire house with cotton candy! We could make it float and everything! And you could live in it, and you could eat cotton candy anytime you wanted! And...and, I could live there too! And we could eat cotton candy all day long!"
"...You do make a good point. How much would it cost?"
Pinkie's face scrunched up. "Let's see: move that there, carry the one...oh, boy! Only about ten million bits! What a deal, right?"
Rainbow Dash shook her head and laughed. "Now, where are those cupcakes you promised me?"
"Oh, right in the kitchen!" Pinkie said. "I made them special, just for you! They're vanilla: your favorite!"
Her mouth beginning to water, the cyan mare began to gall