Children On HooksChildren On Hooks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Children On Hooks
Stitching thread and mechanics help the children smile,
On each face, in this demented place, children have never been so vile.
Cannot say they have thoughts and dreams, although you can see their brain,
even if there no one would care, for they are all insane.
The children hanging on hooks, filing row by row,
In a horrible place, a terrified face, but their expresion will never show.
Cause of Doctor Bumby ``the puppetier`` puts their new doll face on,
no expression, all the same. down the chute. gone.
Where the chute leads to i truly cannot see,
Probrably to the infernal train, where he thinks all memories should be.
he runs the its schedule and its itinerary too,
But it can be stopped, it was all made by you.
Alice Madness Begin Part 6‘This is it’, Alice said firmly. ‘The Jabberwock’s Lair.’Alice Madness Begin Part 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
After re-joining with the others, Alice, Sora, Donald and Goofy travelled to a desolate and forbidden place with lava fountains and skeletons scattered all over the place. Inside, they could hear the growling of the Jabberwock, the Red Queen’s champion.
‘Must we go in there?’ Donald asked, his legs shaking.
‘We came so far.’ Goofy said. ‘There is no turning back.’
Sora looked at Alice. He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Alice squeezed back and smiled at him before letting go. The group readied their weapons and strode slowly into the lair. As they enter the lair, they stopped as they behold a creature that was most horrifying so far during their encounter. The creature resembled a giant, green lizard with mechanical wings, glowing yellow orbs for eyes and a burning furnace attached to its’ chest. This half-monster and half-machine was en
Her Name is AliceHer Name is Alice3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
("If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense")
("Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
And even though she's dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
Panic AttackI don't knowPanic Attack1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It just hurts
Kill the monsters inside of me
Don't let them grow
Please, you're my only hope
I cant help but to yell
I'm out of my damn mind
What's that smell?
Smell my skin burning, I'm in hell
Oh what to believe, what to believe
You or this self-destroying symphony
God, save me
I'm just a fucking mistake
I cant go any further
I'm drowning in a salty lake
What is it like to be sane
To be at peace, in control
to feel no pain
I try to break free but the voices pull me back
I struggle and scream
But my self-worth are their snacks
Sleep Is For The WeakStay awake, Felix. Don’t succumb to tiredness.Sleep Is For The Weak8 months ago in Drama More Like This
That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past four years now. Or had it been five years or slightly longer? I don’t seem to remember or even remotely care –it’s been such an awful long time since I set foot on Chorus after the hell I’ve been through. All I know is I’ve had this mantra, as some might say, drilled into my brain and nothing or nobody will convince me otherwise.
The other soldiers wouldn’t understand anyway. Not that I expect them to, especially since I made a request to Kimball that I had my own bodyguard standing outside my quarters from dusk to dawn. I could detect the sheer curiosity in their faces every time they studied me intently with their eyes. At times I convinced myself that I knew what they must be thinking.
Why would a big badass (and might I add very handsome) mercenary such as myself would resort to someone guarding my ass when it was no longer
LemonsIf life gives you lemonsLemons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make hot chocolate <3
It warms your heart
Dries your tears
Makes you smile
Vanquishes your fears
Have a cup with me
And together we'll make
A perfect fantasy
Tracks in the Snow - PrologueTracks in the Snow - Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was a cold January evening. Elsa, only age six, sat beside her younger sister on a snow covered log. The two had spent the chilly snow day together, building silly snowmen and brushing the powdered pearls off their shoulders. The birds of Arendelle began to grow silent as the sun slowly set.
"Girls!" Elsa's mother called. "It's time to come in now. I've made some hot cocoa for you."
Anna giddily rose from the log and tottered towards their mother. Elsa also rose, but slowly and sadly. She felt safe in the snow. She wasn't ready to feel the harsh warmth of the castle. "Mommy, do I have to?"
"Yes, Elsa. You've been out here all day and I don't want you to catch a cold. Hurry along now." Her mother placed her hand on her shoulder and shuffled her into the castle.
Anna happily climbed the stairs with her mother by her side. Elsa dawdled behind, gazing at the snowflakes out the window. "I wish it could be winter forever."
"I don't," their mother chuckled. She scooted Elsa along and escor
Chapter 1: A Courtesan in SkyrimChapter 1: A Courtesan in Skyrim2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The evening had been an utter failure.
As I walked slowly down the winding stairs of the Jarl’s Keep in Windhelm, I kept wondering where I had gone wrong. I had spoken well and dressed the part but nothing I did or implied furthered my cause with Ulfric. Balgruuf had been an easier, much more pliable target.
The night air was just as frosty as my reception in Windhelm, reminding me that I was far from my own hearth and home. In the distance I heard the laughter of happy people and sound of a woman singing the high praises of Windhelm’s brave Jarl; narrowing my eyes, I turned and walked on for at this moment all I craved was the comfort of a darkly lit room and frothy mead. I walked past the shopkeepers storing their wares, a few looked at me hungrily, hoping I’d stop. The wind’s shrill shrieks easily pierced the flimsy gown I had chosen for this evenings activities, not at all suited for a sub-zero stroll. Taking a deep breath I descended
Tracks in the Snow - Chapter 2Tracks in the Snow - Chapter 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
When Elsa woke up, Jack was still sleeping. She figured she would prepare him breakfast so he could regain some strength. She remembered she had some food to prepare in an ice box in her kitchen in case Anna was ever to visit. As far as she remembered, there was fruit and a few foods that could spoil like eggs, milk, and cheese. She didn't eat as much as her warm sibling did, but she did eat occasionally for nourishment.
She slowly opened the ice box and removed a jar of yogurt. She scooped the yogurt into a freezing bowl. After that she cut some fruit and placed it in the yogurt. To top off the breakfast, she poured a glass of milk into a frozen mug. She smiled to herself in success; she wasn't the best host, but she felt as if she succeeded.
She heard the sleepy boy stir down the stairs. He lazily slumped into a dining room chair, not noticing Elsa peak from the kitchen. "Good morning," she said suddenly.
Jack flinched. "Oh! I didn't see you. Good morning."
"I hope you like yogurt. T
Our Broken HumanityBorn at dawn with a soul that's split in halfOur Broken Humanity5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One was sullen and the other you can't hear its laugh
Roses and rainbows and everything that's nice
It rips them apart with a heart that's made of ice
Don't be deceived from the other side of the mirror
It's a raging demon with a mind that'll never be clearer
Echos of my screaming voice fills the land
Everyone turned deaf not a soul reaching their hand
The wrath of my demon goes beyond
For every soul that haven't respond
The weeping of my wounded angel is ignored
They sealed its weary vocal cord
They question my insanity
But i'm damned because of their humanity
They are greedy selfish creatures
That haven't learned anything from their teachers
Trapped in Arkham pt.1 This story, while taking inspiration from it in terms of location and character design, does not follow the same story line as the Batman: Arkham Asylum video game.Trapped in Arkham pt.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to the Madhouse
My name is Samantha Dawson, and as far as I can tell, I’m not going to survive tonight.
In case you’re wondering, I’m just a twenty two year old skinny little nobody, with blonde hair reaching to my shoulders, green eyes, and the worst case of bad luck you might have ever heard of.
You want to know my story, right? What it was like for me before tonight? I tell you, but to be honest I wish I was back in that hell then in the actual thing itself.
My father was a prominent business man, here in Gotham City. Had our own personal shares in some of the major industries. I even remember him saying how he’d have meetings with men like Bruce Wayne. Of all people. Heard he was a pretty decent guy, even after coming back from some big trip that took him years to
Richtofen's Grand SchemeVoices, all around him, buzzing and chirping like annoying little insects. As they got clearer, they sounded more robot and mechanical than they did human. As it became even clearer, he could make out a soft rhythmic beeping, like a heart monitor, beep, pause, beep. As he slowly came to, he realized these were the familiar sounds of a hospital room, something you'd hear besides a patient's bed. Except he was the patient. He was too nauseas to think, and when he tried he felt like he was falling down, Alice in the rabbit hole. But thoughts still came to him, where was he, who was he. Words danced around in his mind, Marine and Nazi standing out above all.Richtofen's Grand Scheme3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure he von't remember anything? You have made mistakes in ze past, Maxis. It vould be vise zat zis vould not follow zat pattern." A voice, very thick with German accent and yet still sounding smooth and even attractive to the ears, came very loudly from above him. However nice sounding that voice was, he did not like it, it f
AnxietyMy chest kept on heaving up and down, stale warm air exiting my mouth in hard, hurried gasps, that I can feel it on my wrists as I'm typing this. I sit back up, my back erect, as I tried to control my mind and my breathing.Anxiety1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I gazed at the warm mug of tea next to me, the teaspoon jutting out of it. I decided to pay attention to the dark-brown liquid that resides
in the mug, looking at the base of the porcelain mug, clearly visible underneath the liquid. Andrew Fisher is shouting through my laptop's
speakers, telling me how breathing is not an easy task when you're underwater.
Oh, how correct he is. It feels as if I'm being submerged by this feeling. No one to talk to. The clicking sound of the ceiling fan above me is the only other sound accompanying me, clicking rhythmically as I type this. I stare at the mirror behind my laptop. My dark brown eyes looked back at me, agreeing with my ennui that resulted from my constant anxieties and fears, and my inability to deal with it. Another loo
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
the way you look at me it's just not right'
- Hilary Duff.
As I look over at you across the table, I can’t help but feel doubt creeping in from all sides. From the outside, our relationship is wonderful. You tell me that you love me every single day, you buy me flowers every week and you look after me better than I can look after myself. You even brought me to my favourite restaurant this evening as a surprise treat. I couldn’t ask for any more. You are everything I could possibly hope for. But yet, something is not right. A dark voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering: ‘Don’t be so blind’. I can’t help but feel that the interior of our relationship is not as perfect as the polished exterior. Something rotten is fester
I Fear LifeI do not fear death, I fear life.I Fear Life2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
More pain in living, life,
nothing more than an extended exit strategy.
Life, a means to an end.
Life, kept in place by bookends of non-existence.
Too many options, too many paths.
Love is fleeting, happiness never lasts....
A horrible day can feel like an eternity..
and life has too many days.
Death just happens....if you have a second.
YouI love your goofy smileYou9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it just brightens my day
I love your laugh
it make me want to laugh too
I love your eyes
and how they light up when you play
I love everything about you
I love how tall you are
you make me feel small and safe
I love your broad solders
they make me feel better about mine
I love your face
it's just so beautiful and perfect
I love everything about you
I love watching you play piano
your beautiful melody hypnotists me
I love hearing you sing
you have such an amazing voice
I love playing Saxophone with you
for our harmonies work well together
I love everything about you
I love your cheery personality
the way it lights up a room
I love that your so caring
such a strong man, with such a gentle heart
I love your passion for life
you see the world as such an amazing place
I love everything about you
I love you, for you
and, if you'll have me
I will love you
for now, and forever
Big Daddy Delta -Part Four-After his third cry for the Big Daddy Sinclair cleared his throat and continued to wander blindly around as a figure formed in the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was only it disappeared. He frowned and carefully trotted forward, glancing around the corners when he heard a quiet fwump. He froze and heard footsteps approach his position from behind, like something was trying to sneak up on him. He didn't wait to figure out whatever it was and instead turned and fired.Big Daddy Delta -Part Four-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A piece of wood from the far wall chipped off and left nothing but debris. A shiver crawled up his spine and he felt a hand on his shoulder, "What are you doing here?"
I whipped around and fired another shot, staggering back before looking wildly around. Still, there was nothing. It could've been one of two things, a ghost or a Houdini Splicer. He hesitated and his muscles locked up, what if it was a Houdini Splicer ghost? He kept his back to the wall and he continued forward, eyes darting from one corner of th
AHer fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends.A5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.