(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 4Lost(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jeff the Killer X Reader
A/N : Here's chapter 4 is finally up! Watch out for strong language! Hope you enjoy! ^-^
Guide : (y/n)=your name, (y/l)=your last name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)= favorite color.(Insert ???) shall also be included.
Age : 18
"N-New h-home?" you stuttered, looking at Masky in disbelief."B-But I-I can't stay here-"
"You must and you will." Hoodie pushed you in and you stumbled, growling.
"Alright, alright.Push me like that one more time and I'll release Mariah's fury all over your ass..." you muttered.
"Mariah's fury...?" Masky asked you, confused.
"My "best friend" who thought it was funny to put me here in the first place.If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here!" you grumbled.
"Makes it sound like you hate staying with us already." Jeff said.You walked up to Jeff and poked him in the chest.
"Ay, look buddy.I didn't ask to come here.Nor did I ever want to be here.I just want to g
Poems of DeathDark RoomPoems of Death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here in this dark room
I sit in the gloom
They left me here all alone
With nothing to do but moan
I can hear Death's call
I think I'll end it all
I can hear Death's call
Into his arms I want to fall
I'll be out of this mess
There'll be no more stress
In the light of the moon
I'll be home very soon
Rot To The Bones
In this coffin I'm all alone
Left to rot away to the bone
Its quiet and dark in here
I'm at peace, there's nothing to fear
So leave me alone
While I rot to the bone
I Wouldn't Be Here
My skin feels cold to the touch
I long for warmth so much
When I feel hot flames licking at my skin
I wonder what was my sin
I fear into sleep I fell
Because it looks like I'm in hell
It felt like I was flying
But i guess I was dying
They must have burred me
Because dark was all I could see
If I hadn't jumped I wouldnt be here
Pressed against the wall in fear
About loveLove can be soft and sweetAbout love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But she can also break your heart
She can make you complete
Or tear your dear beloved apart
Love embraces you like moonlight
Or makes you shed tears when she leaves
She soothes you and let you feel light
But in the end it's she who grieves
Love is sometimes really lonely
And she does stuff which hurt a lot
Know that she's a feeling only
And can also never be bought
We would miss her if she would leave forever
We couldn't live; we couldn't love
Our whole life would be dull and we would never
Find again what we call true love
Love may hurt but she's also sweet
Like chocolate she tenderly melts you
With love you know you are complete
Everything you care is that she loves you
The Dark ProtectorThe Dark ProtectorThe Dark Protector3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I received a note in the post
I knew it was coming
It was destiny
There had been reports in the news about it
Basically it was a chain-letter
The message was both simple and chilling
Send this note to ten of your friends
Or both you and your family will die
There had been many deaths
But the police could do nothing
They could not find the evil character
People were scared to open their post
It was a matter of life or death
I knew what I had to do
I had to find the evil tyrant who was sending these messages
I was playing games with those I loved and who loved me
I didn't send the message to any of my friends
If I had they may have died
But by this action I was putting the lives of my family in jeopardy
I waited outside the house in the middle of the night
This happened several times
But eventually my plan was a success
The potential assassin approached all dressed in black
I was not a killer but I knew I had to intervene
The lives of many people were at stak
Jeff The Killer x Reader part oneJeff The Killer x Reader part one3 years ago in Settings More Like This
________'s Point Of View:
An uneasy feeling brews in my gut as I briskly walked home from school. "H-hello?" I nervously call out, stuffing my mittened hands into my pockets. A small rustling sound echoes through the darkened street as I begin to sprint home. What if it's the killer? Reports say his killings have been nearing Willowbrook Road (A/N: That's where you live in this fanfic)....
I finger the dagger in my pocket, ready to pull it out if needed. I slow my pace down slightly, rounding the corner. Glancing behind myself quickly, I scan the street. No movement. I let out a soft sigh, unlocking the door. Pushing it open I call out, “Mum, you home?" She waves at me from the kitchen, a grim smile on her face.
"Welcome home darling, your Father will be working late." she smiles quickly at me, a quick, but beautiful smile. "Okay," I murmur, "I'll be in my room if you need me."
I flop down onto bed, spreading my textbooks in front of me. "I think I'll do English first..." I yawn,
To Be An Artist...What is it to be an artist really? Is it just producing pieces? Is it your marketability as an artist? Is it the skill? The technique? The expression? I feel a little awkward to proclaim I am one and flattered that a lot acknowledge me as one even though I could only really feature 4 of my works in my gallery.To Be An Artist...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But this question has been bugging me as I, having been a fan of realism, am kind of stuck with realistic portraits and human figures albeit also appreciates abstract and photography. For me Realism is somewhere between the two. It is not realistic as photography but still more visually concrete than abstract. With this mindset, to be an artist, I acknowledge that I have a long way to go.
My boyfriend for me is an artist but his carefree life had allowed him to experience a lot more than what most of us perceive as an artist. If he is asked what he studied and will continue to study, he would say 'life'. He painted when he was a kid and held exhibits when he was 12. He is from Ca
poems from the darkSlowly, i fade...poems from the dark7 years ago in Other More Like This
... unable to become free,
I fall into darkness and shadows.
Save my the hand of God...
I ally both I hate life and
the enviable death.
Life is a messed-up dream,
a cold hearted coma
when you realize you place
and watch you life pass you by
you will know what a waste you were
Journey of DeathJourney of DeathJourney of Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Grim Reaper is on the scene
The collector of souls is searching for new blood
To fill the chasm of heaven and hell
He has many skulls laid at his feet
The skulls of those who did not make it into heaven
These are the unfortunate ones
The ones condemned to hell
Welcome to the world of the damned
All souls perish here
The Grim Reaper is searching for souls
Whose fate is black
The devil waits to welcome them
And The Reaper gathers the skulls
As a memento of his journey of death
Dark MelodyDark MelodyDark Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark haunting music catches the mood
The sombre night draws in
And the spirits have awoken
They sing and chant along with the music
The spirits of the night have come alive
The moon shines above this graveyard scene
The dark melody plays on
And the spirits remember the past
They long to enter the gates of heaven
But they still have to make good their past sins
They must help and guide desolate souls
Who are lost in the world
So call on the spirits and they will guide you
And in return they will be welcomed into heaven
The dark melody plays on through the night
While up in heaven an angel plays a harp
And the heavenly melody begins
As the lost spirits enter into heaven
ChangeProgress -Change3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a simple act
the art of moving on
suddenly snatched away again
without a friend or net
suddenly lifted to the sky
Wind born poet
nestled into the clouds
words the only safe place you know
trick of the light
hurtling into the sun
an impossible position
only an act
you are on a trapeze
relentless fall of acrobats
Slendy's LullabySomeone's always watching me.Slendy's Lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Someone's always there.
When i'm sleeping he just waits
and, he stares.
Someone's always standing in
the darkest corner of my Room.
He's tall and wears a suit of black
Dressed like a perfect groom.
Where are you going?
Why won't you stay?
They might be scared of you,
But i just want to Play.
He has no Face.
He hides with the trees.
He Loves little children
When they Beg and Scream.
Heavenly MelodyHeavenly MelodyHeavenly Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits are gathered at the gates of heaven
And the angels play the heavenly melody on their harps
Can you hear the music perhaps in your dreams?
It reminds you of all the good things in this world and beyond
It reminds you of love and memories of those who have died
The spirits have finally found redemption
They had to wait on earth to perform good deeds
To make amends for past sins
But now all is forgiven
And the spirits will be in heaven for eternity
We all deserve a taste of paradise
So do your best on planet earth
And you may also be welcome into God's kingdom
And the angels will play the heavenly melody
As you pass the gates of heaven
Vampire MelodyVampire MelodyVampire Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The vampire is on the hunt for new blood
Cursed to prey on human flesh for eternity
But this vampire is a little different
She is dressed for a masquerade
And she is playing a violin
She is playing with such passion
Tears fall from her eyes
She always plays a haunting piece of music
Before she starts the search for new blood
She has feelings and emotions
She can relate to the pain of her victims
They will join her in this eternal curse
They will hunt together
The music fills her soul
She remembers when she was a mere mortal
And destined to grow old
But she fell in love with a vampire
And her fate was sealed with a kiss
So if you hear beautiful music in the distance
Somewhere close to the local cemetery
Don't be fooled by the haunting melody
It is the sound of death
So run for your life
And avoid the kiss of the vampire
He is.He Is.He is.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The warmth throughout the rain.
and the silver of the clouds.
The medicine to the pain
and the bell after rounds.
The wind that blows the leaves
and the collection of the dew.
The fruit from all the trees
and the tiny plants that grew.
The moon to every wave
and the whispers in the dark.
The hero after the save
and the swing set at the park.
The second before a kiss
and the breath he steals away.
The sum of all the bliss
and the way I'll always stay
The countdown to a date
and the things that are to be.
The prize after the wait
for he is all of this to me.
LOVE: A PoemAmareLOVE: A Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love forever, love infinite
Broken and battered, left and right
Not taken seriously, in lover’s delight
Hollowness replaces this
But some still love forever
Some still love infinite
I love as much as my heart can bear
Try to see perfection in the imperfection state
We all sin
We all make mistakes
But I try to look past these
At the person inside
Do you love?
Who do you love?
Do they know that you love them?
Shall you tell?
Do not hide from your feelings, young one, embrace them as your own
Though do not let your feelings take hold of what you know
He loves her, and she loves him
Dancing and swaying without any sin
Pure and innocent
She loves him, and he loves her
I love you, and you love me
We love each other, for it twas to be
I honestly cannot see
Me without you
You without me
Inseparable in many ways
My love, I am here to stay
firefighteryou arefirefighter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what do I mean by that?
you are the bonfire in the summer sand
in the setting sun. you are the setting sun
when the flames align with the horizon;
your eyelash touches are a thousand
wishes coming true in a single breath.
you are yesterday today and tomorrow
all in a kiss, a constant reminder that life
isn’t so bad so unfair so impossible to live.
I forget reality in your eyes--
I mean literally,
you are not a bonfire. you set the bonfire.
and you’re not a flame, only attached to the finger
passing across it in a dangerous tease. you are
eyelashes and breaths and lips but you are also
synapses misfiring and calling me the love of your
life who you do not mean. you have life in you
but you are not life and
there is something beyond you.
someone else beyond you
that I must reach for and I must,
in the name of her,
imagine new metaphors.
Guardian AngelGuardian AngelGuardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be your guardian angel
I will protect you for a million times
I will ease your pain
And guide you in the right direction
I will not let others hurt you
Your world will always be happy and peaceful
You will develop and prosper
You will watch over our children
And they will make you proud
I will save you from the horrors of this world
It is always good to feel safe
You will grow wise and graceful
You will achieve all your goals in life
I am sorry that I am not there with you
But I will always look down on you
I am your guardian angel
I was your first and only love who died in a car accident
We will always be linked together
A bond that death could not break
We will share our souls for eternity
Whenever you need help or support call on me
And I will be there to guide you
I will whisper to you in your dreams
Sleep peacefully my love
(Inspired by the song Guardian Angel by The Frozen Autumn)
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -Sacrament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a blessing to the sane;
hating is a curse,
a sacrament of pain.
A blessing to the sane -
such a worthless trick;
hands upon the sick
Hating is a curse
and yet I wear it well;
coins inside my purse
will pave my way to hell.
A sacrament of pain -
thirst I cannot slake;
a kiss my lover feigns -
this illness that I take
Fatal FlawFatal FlawFatal Flaw4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is my fatal flaw?
Why don't I fight it?
The feeling inside me,
Why can't I deny it?
The memories that build up
Over ages and reach up
To the surface where they're pulled up
And I remember, I can't make my mind up
When I try to forget them, I fail and give up.
What is my major malfunction?
Why do I listen to it?
The whispers in my head,
Why do they do it?
Your voice from back when
I could see you and back when
I knew you until that time when
You betrayed me and then
You left me, and tears fill my eyes again.
What is my deadly defect?
Why can I not escape it?
It's deep in the past now,
Why can't I erase it?
I still bear the scars of your
Attack on my heart and your
Poisonous words from your
Wicked forked tongue, and yet, you're
All that in this world, I adore.
What is my epic error?
Why can I not be sure?
Of all the things it could have been,
Why did I not consider this before?
Although you hurt me
Was it unintentionally?
Have I been too scared to see
That you mean
Graveyard GirlGraveyard GirlGraveyard Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The graveyard girl walked through the cemetery
She felt at home among the spirits and grave stones
She was dressed in black with purple lips
She had a book by Mary Shelley in her hands
It was called Matilda
She liked to read gothic literature
She enjoyed William Blake and Edgar Allan Poe
She would spend hours in the graveyard
She would take her easel and watercolours
And paint the dark surroundings
She also liked to write poetry
She would write about death and madness
She went to the Zombie Club on a Saturday Night
And met up with her friends
They liked Evanescence and Within Temptation
They all dressed in black
And loved the dark side of life
One Saturday night she did not turn up at the Zombie Club
She had taken her own life
She had cut her wrists in the cemetery
That was her final resting place
She was now one of the spirits
We all remember the graveyard girl
SwansStrange how the swans did not returnSwans3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the lake that June,
almost as if they knew something
the rest of us did not -
some savage instinct or glorious flaw
christened and drowning in the water.
Their nests had been plucked clean, deflowered -
the eggs all gone,
the water choked thick and spiteful
The dock stood as always - knee deep in reeds
and apathy, the bald wood
showing its age and wobbling.
The tide brought its witness -
the wide, yellow maw of pollen
forbidding the surface to move.
You stood on the shore and poked
the sand with a stick as if expecting
it to to get up and walk away and surprised
when it did not make a sound.
I wondered what you were thinking
while you stared out over the water,
holding your breath like a bucket of stones.
Your lips never moved but I could hear
you talking -
blithe and unseen sounds nestling
in the crater of late afternoon.
And the kites kept their distance
all summer, never noticing the mercury
bursting from the thermometers or how