Dead End AlleyDead End Alley
I go and go trying to be a good man
But everywhere I have to fear what is at hand
As my life ticks away I stare into the dark
My love for my comrades is strong
With my friends by my side I hope I make my mark
I hope I will live long
I stare into the end of the road
I had only wished I had known
How my life would be
So I could be a better me
As though life is jolly and good
In truth it is hard to have the mood
knowing that you came so close
to losing what you loved most
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
The Slender Man, ch 4Chapter Four.The Slender Man, ch 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I knew there had to be a connection. It was all too strange. I decided to write down all possible clues to try and make sense of things. What I concluded did not make much sense either, but it did give me somewhere to start. Anne had seen a suited man twice in the woods, and claimed that he had a laugh that frightened her. The mirror was way too high up for Anne to reach, yet somehow it had smashed. She had said "it was in the mirror". Anne began to fear windows at night time, and once while staying in our bed, she claimed to hear the frightening laugh outside the window. My guess is that she was scared of windows because she was afraid the suited man would watch her through it. I do not doubt this. The suited man had a very strong affect on Anne. I plan on finding out what was so terrifying about him that would give her nightmares. I am beginning to wonder whether Anne had been keeping more details from me than I first assumed. I certainly hope she never
The Slender Man, ch 5Chapter Five.The Slender Man, ch 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was absent of mind. I don't know why I travelled so far into the woods, it was unlike me, but I felt such a strong desire to be somehow close to Anne.
What I found was something I will never forget.
It was February 6th, 1988. Ten months after Anne's disappearance.
The weather was bitterly cold.
Most of the trees were frosted, and dark with shadow, yet it was little after midday. The sun was masked behind thick clouds, and what light remained was drowned in the overhanging branches. Most were half dead, like skeletal arms within the trees.
After a long while, I found myself within a small, dark clearing. The branches in the outer trees twisted and gnarled together, tangling themselves. There was a lifeless, empty tree in the middle of the clearing. The grass around the tree grew prickly and colourless. It was grey, blackened in places, and severely rotten. As I approached, a deathly smell hit me. There were deep scratches upon the tree, scars left from n
The Slender Man, ch 7Chapter SevenThe Slender Man, ch 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Man on the Road
For two days, I stayed alone in the house. I barely left. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable outside my house. I feared the unknown. However, I began to tire of the same rooms, and the same household chores. I needed a change. I decided to force myself out of the house and visit a friend for an hour or two. We spent a long time catching up and I lost track of time. By the time I left, it had grown dark, and the temperature had dropped. I got inside the car and drove home. Willow Road was very long, and flanked the woods beside my house. As I drove along the empty road, I noticed something strange in the trees. With a double take, I was horrified by what I saw.
A suited man.
He was tall. Very tall. His face was hidden in shadow, amongst the branches. I braked so hard that the car skidded and left marks upon the road. In my hurry to get out of the car and pursue the man that kidnapped my daughter, I stumbled and fell to the ground, grazing my p
The Slender Man, ch 8Chapter EightThe Slender Man, ch 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The house was dilapidated.
Everything was turned over, everything was broken. The bookcase had been knocked down and broken in half. The dining table had collapsed. The wallpaper had been ripped and was hanging loose in several spots. The rug in front of the fireplace had been sliced and hacked to shreds. All the light bulbs in the house had exploded, scattered shattered glass over the floor.
All the curtains had disappeared.
I screamed and whimpered, holding the wall for support. I made my way through the house. Everything in the kitchen drawers had been taken out and thrown onto the floor. Pots, pans, knives, forks and broken plates carpeted the tiles. All the empty drawers had been left open. All the paintings upstairs had been ripped and the splintered frames had carelessly been discarded on the floor. I stepped into my bedroom, feeling faint and terrified. The bed sheets had been torn and spread around the room. I retreated back into the hall and clo
The Slender Man, ch 6Chapter Six.The Slender Man, ch 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was laying in bed, wide awake. Richard was fast asleep, breathing deeply. The curtains were closed, an old tradition we had kept since Anne's disappearance. The rain had stopped around an hour ago, though the wind had picked up. The woods swayed and creaked through the night air. I could not sleep. My unpleasant visit into the woods lurked in my mind, and it made me uneasy. I constantly glanced at the window, though I could see nothing through it. Knowing I would not sleep, I headed downstairs into the kitchen for a cup of tea. I sat alone in my dressing down, reading Richard's newspaper with little interest. When I returned upstairs, I was shocked to see the curtains wide open. My heart beat quickly in my chest. I stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, looking from Richard, to the window, to Richard again. He was as deep in sleep as ever, and seemed to have not moved since I left.
"Richard?" I whispered. He did not stir.
I hurriedly crossed to the
The Slender Man ch1 Chapter One.The Slender Man ch15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My daughter was born on April 9th, 1981. She disappeared three days after her sixth birthday. Nobody knows how, nobody knows why. The police assumed she was kidnapped, but could find no evidence to support this theory. They found no evidence to suggest any other theories, either. They found nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished. After a long time of searching and no leads, she was presumed dead. I do not believe she is dead.
Anne is alive.
I spent hours searching through the house after the police left. I was determined to find something they had missed. I did not sleep, I did not eat. I searched, and found nothing. I cried myself to sleep. I spent hours walking through the woods, hoping to find Anne, lost and alone. I wanted her back so badly. Words cannot explain how much I missed her. I still do.
We lived in a small town, in the bush. I will not say where. Our closest neighbours were half a mile away. My husband
Slender Man, ch 10The RoadSlender Man, ch 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mind was only half focused on Richard. The other half unwillingly showed me a repeated slideshow of images. Anne, the house, the suited man no, the suited thing. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. I had been on the road for three hours. I was travelling north, not knowing or caring where I was going. Away; that was good enough. The road turned and my tired mind drifted with it, back to my husband. I wondered what he would be doing at this moment, and where he would be. Perhaps making his unwell mother something to eat. Maybe putting the kettle on. I imagined him steadily dunking a teabag into a mug of hot water, with the radio on and the sun shining through the window. I wondered what Richard might assume I would be doing right now. Maybe reading a book or doing the washing. He would be comforted by that thought. However, the reality was far from comforting. Here I was, speeding aimlessly down an unknown road, trying to place as much distance as p
The Slender Man ch3 Chapter Three.The Slender Man ch35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Man in the Woods
Throughout 1986, the year before Anne disappeared, there were many other strange occurrences such as the night of the broken mirror. The earliest peculiarity that I can remember was roughly the end of January. Anne had come home late from school.
"Where have you been?" I asked her. "I've been worried."
"I saw a man," Anne replied casually.
"He didn't say."
"What did he want?"
"Nothing," Anne replied, then walked away.
I was worried, and decided to pursue the issue. I went to Anne's bedroom and found her drawing on her bed. Anne loved to draw.
"What did the man say to you?"
"Nothing. He hid behind the trees. I couldn't see him."
"Then how did you know he was there?" I asked.
"I could hear him laughing. It was strange."
I assumed this was yet another trick of Anne's overactive imagination. She would always play pretend or create imaginary figures. Still, I was a little concerned. I told Anne to tell me if she
The Slender Man, ch9The Wooden BoxThe Slender Man, ch94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My breath came short. I gasped for it desperately. My heart thudded louder than the thunder outside. Slowly, I tread through my broken home down in despair. I found myself back at my bedroom. I collapsed onto my knees before my bed and reached underneath. For a split second I was frightened that a skeletal hand would enclose around my wrist and drag me under. Fortunately, I safely pulled out the wooden box. Though how safe I actually was, I was doubtful. I opened the lid of the box and touched the contents with trembling fingers. This was my box of special memories. It could also be seen as a box devoted to Anne. Stacks of photographs, a necklace, drawings and other memories were delicately crammed into the box. I fingered them quickly with trembling fingers, for reassurance. I snapped the lid shut and jumped at the noise.
Though I soon realised that there was another sound. Faint, and close.
It was soft and harsh. My heart beat so quickly that it began
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
The Slender Man, ch 11Mr and Mrs CombesThe Slender Man, ch 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not knowing what to do with myself, I drove to the address on the wanted poster straight away. It did not take me long to find it, with helpful directions from a pedestrian. I parked outside the small house and stared at it, deep in thought and worry.
The house itself was not very appealing. The roof tiles were faded and cracked, the gutters were filled with leaves, and the grass was overgrown. I breathed in deeply, and got out.
As I approached the front door, I saw something shocking. Scratched into the wood was a symbol. A circle with an X through it. The same as the one on my wall. I stared at it for a moment in both fear and anger. After a quick knock on the door, a wheezy voice followed. "Hello? Who's there?"
"My name is Rosy Williams. Are you Mr Combes?"
"What of it?"
"I'd like to talk to you about your son, Liam ... and the Slender Man."
The door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. His beard was greying and his eyes were narrow, beneath bus
Spike's Luna (Complete One Shot)Spike's Luna (Complete One Shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Grand Galloping Gala! Finally, it was here! The time has come to gather in celebratory fashion, relishing the spectacular luxuries bestowed upon those in attendance. The Royal Princess of the Sun hosted an annual ball for the upper-crust of Canterlot, and each year's event was just as magnificent as the previous one. Grandiose décor, gourmet foods, regal service and the noble melodies of classical performances stood as the most appreciated throughout the entire night. Of course, the Gala oozed exclusivity. Only those with special connections to the imperial family and those of great wealth were sent invitation, and as a result it always became a playground for elitist mingling. To be summoned by the coveted Golden Ticket was an opportunity unlike any other. It was the very treasure residents of Canterlot sought out for the whole of a year. And now it has come! The prodigious social affair has begun!
Having been raised in Canterlot, Spike had always desired to be present at suc
The Slender Man ch2 Chapter Two.The Slender Man ch25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day of Anne's sixth birthday party started early. She was so excited to receive her presents that she set her own alarm just before sunrise and came bursting into the master bedroom with a bang. It hurts me to remember the happiness of that day, in retrospect of what was to come.
The presents were opened and hugs and kisses were delivered from Richard and I. There weren't as many gifts as I would have liked to give her as we were struggling for money, but Anne didn't seem to mind. As the day grew lighter, I cooked waffles with maple syrup for breakfast. Anne's favourite. Richard had taken the day off work from the small building firm so that we could spend the day as a family. It was an excellent day for us all.
At noon, a few of Anne's friends arrived for a small party. I had already decorated the yard with banners and balloons. At sunset, I served the birthday cake adorned with six flaming candles. She blew them
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.