Dengeki Daisy: EpilogueDengeki Daisy: Epilogue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at myself in the mirror. A beautiful white dress with a pastel blue ribbon tied around the waist complimented my figure. Yanking at pieces of dark brunette hair, I pulled it into a messy bun. I frowned, surveying myself. Is a messy bun too casual? Maybe I should put my hair into my middle school style.
"Teru-chan?" One of the bridesmaids asked me. She looked way prettier than me in her dress and long blonde hair flowing down her back. "Are you ready?"
"I'll be in a moment." I replied. Nodding, she walked away leaving me in the dressing room alone.
Moments later, my phone buzzed letting me know I had received a text. "You look beautiful, Teru" it said.
The door creaked and footsteps entered the room. Slowly, I looked up from my phone to meet a pair of hazel eyes. "Its been a while since I've gotten a text from DAISY."
A light shade of pink began to rush to his cheeks, "Well...."
I took his arm and began to walk from the room and into the sanctuary. "Let's go and you
Tainted ShadowsTainted Shadows4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
fear flows through the night
tainted shadows hovers above
trapped within transparent darkness
stale air creeping like a stalker
every moment swallowed by sadness
leaveing a hollow emptiness deep inside
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me