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His Voicehis voice calls to me from the graveHis Voice5 years ago in Horror More Like This
every night i hear it calling my name
I'm starting to wonder if I'm going insane
he died along time ago but his voice is real
in my dreams i see him as he was when he was alive
we talk for hours and i see myself riding on the back of his bike
like i did when he was alive
his death was very hard for me to deal with
during the day i go to his grave and talk to him
as if he were alive
i sometimes wonder if i did the right thing by burying him so far down
i still wonder if i should have left his head on his shoulders
instead of cutting it off like i did
one day i will remove the wooden stake from
Her Dark PrinceHe came for her in the night while she lay dying in her hospital bed.Her Dark Prince7 years ago in Horror More Like This
They were destined to meet again like they had before over the centuries.
Sometimes he came in time to love her at least for a short time.
Other times he came to late and found her dead when he got there.
Someone doesn't want them to be together and will do anything to keep them apart.
This someone was once her husband to be and was jealous of the dark prince.
This shadowy person killed her the first time because he didn't want the Dark Prince to have her.
She has been dreaming of her Dark Prince since she was a little girl.
He is always in her dreams and she knows
Skull 37 years ago in Scraps
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DopeyHi Samantha it's me Igor sorry about taking so long to get back to you.Dopey6 years ago in Horror More Like This
It's very hectic here at the moment with all sorts of things going on and new patients but i will tell you more about that later because Dopey would like to talk to you.
Here he comes now.
Hello Samantha as you know everyone here calls me Dopey now we all know that this isn't my real name.
Unfortunately i can't tell you what it is because otherwise everyone here would end up dead and so would you.
But enough of this i want to tell you my story you have away of making things that normally wouldn't make sense do so.
I can tell you that i came from a very abusive backg
She Sits AloneShe sits alone in her cellShe Sits Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching everyone pass her by
one day she bangs on the window
hoping that someone notices her
but they all ignore her and keep going
she bangs on the window everyday
but nobody looks her way
one day a young man See's her
so she grabs a chair and smashes the window
escaping into his arms
but their love was not ment to be
he got hit by a car
and she was dragged back to her cell
where she died all alone
banging on the window
looking for someone to take her home
Could It Be Igor“Hello Samantha how are you today?”Asked Dr Zamoth.Could It Be Igor4 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Yes well we are all worried about Igor and what might be happening to him as we speak. Now Samantha i know that Igor normally tells you about any new patients we get here at the Asylum. so i thought i would tell you about our 3 new friends.”
“First there is Dr Death. He came to us because this is the safest place for him. Kind of like Dopey but for totally different reasons. Dr Death works with peoples genes or should i say he fixes them. He has also done a lot of work in the cloning area of science. Now some people took offense to what he was doing and they rai
Sane Asylum"I'm sane, I tell you! Sane! S-A-N-E! Sane! Why are you putting me in here?! I'm sane!" Charles struggled against the nurses' arms. "Let me go!"Sane Asylum6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The nurses tossed him into the cell and slammed the door shut behind him. Charles began banging on the door and continued to do so even after he knew the nurses who had brought him there were long gone. Finally, he slumped against the door.
"But I'm not crazy..." he whimpered.
"Of course you aren't," a voice behind him said soberly. "Why else would you be here?"
Charles whipped around suddenly aware that he was not alone.
"Who are-" he began, but the woman sitting before him waved him silent.
The Spider Unleashed7 years ago in Dark
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Mordecai's Crossing "Dreams are always important," he said.Mordecai's Crossing6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The rain outside beat a tribal rhythm on the windows of the car as it drifted down the road. The passing streetlights cast a yellow pallor on the contents of the car, which at that time were a man and a woman. It was a sickly yellow glow. It came and went as the streetlights retreated into the distance behind them.
"I always try to remember them," he continued, before taking a long pull on his cigarette. A streetlight passed by, casting yellow light on yellow teeth. A relic from years of smoking. He blew the smoke out the window to his left, cracked open slightly for that purpose.
The
The Tree On the tenth day in the third month of the year, a male child was born to a family in the village of Canton. Like any birth, it was greeted with joyous celebration. The father named his child Tanner, and thus the child was known in Canton as Tanner, son of Oracle.The Tree6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He quickly grew strong and tall, following in his father's footsteps as a blacksmith as soon as he was old enough to swing a hammer. He also trained with his father in the art of swordplay, becoming a skilled swordsman. But he was different from his father in one respect. This he kept secret as long as possible.
Very rarely, a child is born with the gift of magic (
My ID6 years ago in deviantID
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AsylumIt was dark. Very dark.Asylum6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I opened my eyes: It was just as dark.
I sat bolt upright. Something moved. Maybe it was just air movement, but that rarely happened here. My room is 6 feet by 7 feet by 10 feet. This is where I live. A box. There is a single bed across the far side of the room with a thin sheet and blanket, which was currently wrapped around me. The walls are made of metal and stone so it was often cold. There is one wall, however, that looked onto the corridor. That wall is made of plastic. A thick plastic window that made me feel like an animal in a zoo.
Sometimes people in white overalls would come and look at me through the win
MissingSamantha's in the interview room waiting for Igor.Missing4 years ago in Horror More Like This
After a few minuets Dr Hartman and Nurse Sarah walk into the room and sit down.
Nurse Sarah takes a deep breath and says “I'm sorry Samantha but Igor won't be talking to you today.” “why not?” asks Samantha.
“I'm afraid i have some bad news Samantha Igor is Missing” says Dr Hartman.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN IGOR IS MISSING?”screams out Samantha.
In walks Dr Zamoth and Dr Tomoron and says “ you heard right Samantha Igor is no longer at the Asylum” says Dr Zamoth.
“We don't know if he was kidnapped or just walked out while no one w
DESIGN JUNK Interactive flash3 years ago in Interactive
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A Soul Within a ManA Soul Within a Man7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Soul Within a Man
So many claims,
of love and admiration.
Would you still feel the same
in a different situation?
You are all safe,
behind your monitors and keys.
From there you each demand
another piece of me.
But, if you saw me on the street,
would you still think I'm so great,
…still think you know the real me,
and that you can relate?
All I really am to you,
is what you wish I'd be.
I'm not flesh and blood,
I'm jst your fantasy.
As I carve out parts of me
that each of you demand.
Remember that I am human,
a Soul within a Man.
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Losing Her Marbles7 years ago in Dark
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SoldierFound on the battle field by the hundreds deadSoldier4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Found in the barracks by the thousands alive
We fight for causes that are not always known
We fight for politicians not willing to do so
We fight wars that kings are too scared to fight
Our brothers die by our side
They would gladly take a bullet for their comrade
Their loyalty is to each other
They follow their generals with pride
They follow their sergeant with loyalty
A bond as strong as brothers
A bond no force can break
A soldier who has seen war is never the same
A soldier who has survived death can never be the same
To stand on a battle field and see the honer fallen
To sta
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