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The boy with the scissors for hands had been walking along the length of the metal conveyor belt in the great inventing room, poking and prodding at the ominous metal machines that spanned it.
At this precise moment Edward had eased himself onto his back, and was lying on the belt itself, peering upwards while fiddling with one of the spindly, pastry-cutting robots. He looked a little like a garage mechanic right now except for the fact that this mechanic's fearsome tools were riveted permanently to the ends of his arms with great rods and bolts, and very few mechanics wear shining black skin-tight leather, sewn and bound up with innumerable buckles, straps and studs. Any further pretence to ordinary humanity ended with the strange boy's face however.
Technically it could have been a beautiful face, and perhaps it may even have been so once, long, long ago. There was an underlying regular
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Edward looked as if he were in a dazed and happy dream, his eyes did not once leave Kim's granddaughter's face, and he did not move, as if he was afraid that with one tiny movement she would vanish like a burst soap bubble.
Moira was now sitting comfortably cross legged on the floor, as though she had been accustomed to this strange empty manor house and its alarming occupant all her life.
She had spread her hoody beneath her for a cushion against the chilly floorboards and was now holding forth to an attentive Edward, who was sitting very carefully nearby.
Looking at him as she was speaking, Moira wasn't sure if Edward even believed she was real. He had been up here alone for such a long time, with his own thoughts and dreams, and he must have dreamed of Her so long and so often that perhaps he wasn't surprised that one day his dream had the power to become reality. What was reality like for him now, Moira wondered? She couldn't resist a tiny shiver the atti
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Chapter Twenty One
Soft purple clouds hung like smoke in a dusky twilight sky. The rosy spring evening light flooded through the pointed windows of the dark Gothic pile on the hill above the town, and painted the walls inside with broad swathes of glowing pink
The effect was peaceful and serene. The scene would have made a beautiful watercolour study, if it hadn't been for the horribly jarring note introduced by the black figure at one of the attic windows.
The figure was swathed in trailing strips of ragged bandages, like an inky black Egyptian mummy. The mismatched rags were pinned together with glinting pins, studs, wires and great oval buckles, as if the body of the creature had been hastily assembled with whatever came to hand in a sadist's back parlour.
The thing's face had the likeness of a young boy who had been dead for some time, and then horribly mutilated. The funereal complexion was shadowed with blue and purple along the sunken cheekbones, with dark unhealthy purpl
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Chapter Twenty Five
Everybody around here knew that the strange boy from the house on the hill had not been born but had been made. He had been created up here, by the old inventor, who had died before he got to finish the man he invented.
Edward looked exactly like the kind of charcoal sketch a disturbed child might draw, all in blacks and whites, with the sticklike figure patchily coloured in, and the face very roughly drawn and hatched across with lines. The hair was a big scribbled mess, the eyes were two big round black holes and the hands had been given great claw-like fingers, much too long for the rest of the body. No child would want to see this nightmarish doodle brought to life. And yet here he was.
Moira had always avoided thinking in much detail about how exactly Edward came to be. But it was really shocking to come face to face with this room full of twisted inventions, and with that, that robot thing with the knives and the buckles, that looked so much like E
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Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
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When Moira came back home that evening, old Kevin Boggs was just walking out of the front door. Moira's mother was leaning out of the tiny portico that formed the porch, and as Moira came up the road she overheard the old man say, "Well, just don't let on that I lost it, d'ye hear? Alright, Wendy, I'll see you soon. And tell Ted I found us a new fishing spot. We're going catch us some big fish this time, I promise."
As he passed Moira coming up the neat white zigzag path that crossed the lawn, Kevin Boggs smiled at her and ruffled her hair.
Moira and her parents had always treated old Mr Boggs as a close part of the family, and she'd called him Uncle Kevin as far back as she could remember. Uncle Kevin was her grandma's brother but Moira was also related through her father too. Moira's mum, Wendy, had married one of the Boggs family, a very distant cousin many times removed.
Kevin, always the jokester, often teased Moira's mother about the fact that she could n
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Edward stumbled backwards in shock and his hands, flailing wildly for balance, suddenly became embedded in the wooden beams on either side of the window.
Frantically he struggled to free himself, twisting and arching his thin and piteously strapped up torso forwards, and all but tearing his arms from their sockets. Try what he might, he remained helpless, the deadly scissor-tipped fingers stuck fast in the wood, his chalk-white face filled with pathetic fright.
He closed his eyes tight, like a child who's been caught in a game of hide-and-seek but thinks he will be invisible as long as he keeps his eyes screwed shut.
Anybody from the town below, anybody who had heard about the catastrophic events many years ago would have been able to tell you why Edward was so petrified now, at finding himself in such a helpless situation, pinned there in full view like some butterfly collector's prize specimen. It was because he was supposed to be dead, and a very long time ago at
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Moira ventured up to the old inventor's house to see the boy with the scissors for hands often after that.
After making sure nobody was watching her behind the net curtains of the pastel washed bungalows she passed, she would run along the street and straight up to the forlorn and twisted old gates. This was only the start of the journey. She would then slither through them - they were swinging drunkenly off their hinges - make her way up the steep and tree-lined hill, through the massive gatehouse with its leering demons and then on through the frost rimed garden until she abruptly came to a halt in front of the massive ironbound oak door.
It was never locked. She always half expected that today, maybe it would be, and that there was really nobody up here in the twisted old manor house but she also knew that the ghost who haunted it could never leave.
Moira would climb up the great silver and stone staircase, sending the dust clouds whirling, up and up a
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Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
run away with me loveI watched him from the back of the ballroom the darkness my cloak, he spun with elegance and poise.How a man can do that without falling on his ass i don't know but this man was different than any i had ever seen.He had nice alburn hair that flowed around like silk,big doe eyes that i swear if he could see me would see me for my inner beauty.But i was too scared to even let my presence known after all he was a prince and i was a servant, he wouldn't think anything of me either.run away with me love in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay so here's the thing my names Brendon and the guy doing the dancing is ryan,he's the prince and i'm the one who cleans up and tidy's rooms.Not bad since he's kinda o.c.d and keeps everything so tidy anyways.Anyway back to watching him i had snuck in here everyday around this time to watch him dance alone , he was so unique!I was glad i hadn't gotten caught yet or i would be sent to do garbage detail for a week.
I blinked and suddenly he had stopped and he was looking in my direction, i held my breath and sto
This is how we dissapear 14"You two ,make such a cute couple!" brendon was screeching, i laughed and looked to xandra who was blinking at my left."Morning sunshine ," she gave me a weird look then turned to brendon."Where's bert?" "kitchen with ryan there getting drinks," she nodded and cuddled into his side."Sommer can you come here a minute?" I got up and approached the kitchen, "yes...WHAT DID YOU DO!" I was suppressing laughter as i walked in ryan with glasses balancing every where .This is how we dissapear 14 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"He said i couldn't balance more than six, i got fourteen. Can you now help me get them off?" I smiled and nodded i grabbed the wine glasses first then the shot glasses and finally the normal glass.'I felt the thunder mister don't look so scared...' "Hi mom, " "where are you and xandra?" "ryan's.." "well dinners almost ready come home, bring him and brendon if you like."How does she do that?"Okay mom love ya bye," he hopped off the counter and bret turned to us both.
"Sorry to rush out but i'm ex
This is how we dissapear 10I woke up on his bed from what i could tell,i was under a huge quilt.I quickly got to my feet and rubbed my forehead, seems ryan had cleaned all the blood away.I shuffled to the door and peered out down the hallway,i spotted his head sticking up over the back of the sofa."Ryan?" i asked meekly just to make sure, he turned around and smiled at me."Well nice to see you up and about, how you feeling?"I shrugged stepping into the hall."Okay i guess... thanks for everything."This is how we dissapear 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He nodded and motioned for me to join him ,so i quickly approached the sofa and plopped down next to him."Can i get you something to drink?"I shook my head and finally realized what movie we were watching."The nightmare before Christmas! I love this movie,"He chuckled."So do i , get comfy you didn't miss much just the previews."I cuddled into his side wrapping my arms around his waist,and i placed my head on his chest.
His arm was now wrapped around my shoulder protectively,it's kinda strange though..I have
This is how we dissapear 11I was sleeping actually sleeping it was nice for some reason he was calming , being in his arms made my heart flutter and my mind race.It wasn't until three hours later when i woke up that i noticed my sister, Brendon and Bert on the floor asleep.I looked up and he sat staring at the tv screen,"When did they get here? and why aren't you sleeping?" i whispered ."About three hours ago and because i'm and insomniac," "then let me help you and maybe you can fall asleep."This is how we dissapear 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sat up and shifted so his head was on my chest," thanks but i doubt this will...work.." He began to trail off i let out a light small chuckle.I guess i'll have to ask him out later, i ran my fingers through his hair as he lay sleeping on my chest.
I was deep in thought staring at his angel face sleeping soundly when i heard someone shuffling , i turned to see Brendon blinking at me.I gave a slight wave and he pulled xandra closer to him," hello to you too.." i whispered rolling my eyes and looking b
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I sat staring at hem on the edge of my bed they were the white lacy gloves Brendon had bought for me as a late birthday gift, they were silk with lacy that was just to die for.But i wouldn't wear them no,not yet.Not until i knew if they would stay while or soon be 'decorated with ruby roses.'I quickly grabbed the package and slide them under the pillow ,and i spot Brendon slipping in right on time.
"Ryan? why are you sitting in the dark?" i chuckled flipping on the light and getting to my feet,"Because i can.But i have to tell you something...i-i-" i began to stutter like a complete fool."Yes ry' what is it?"He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand making my heart flutter ."i- i'm in love with you!"I finally blurted out .He began to laugh "really?No way it's a joke right?" he ruffled my hair then walked out laughing,just like in my dream from yesterday...Well if this is exactly like my dream i know what i'm gonna do now......
20 minutes later
help mend a broken heartI had been sitting in the rain on a bench waiting for a bus, a bus to anywhere .After our last fight i couldn't take it,he had hit me and none the less pretty much told me i was worthless, and he didn't love me at all.Finally after two hours of sitting in the rain the bus pulled up, the door opened and i stepped inside.Dropping the coins into the slot i walked to the very back of the bus and sat down, thanks to the rain i was free to sit and people not know i had been crying.help mend a broken heart in Fan Fiction More Like This
4 hours later....
People had come and gone but i still sat on the bus riding around no one had ever sat near me though , like i had a replant they avoided me.That is until she got on the bus, she was different than anyone i had seen yet.Her brown curls down over her shoulders earphone's blasting, nose and belly button both pierced and a tattoo on her hip.She looked at me her brown eyes sparkling,"Is this seat taken?" She asked so securely i was taken back for a second.
"N-no go ahead," she sa
This is how we dissapear 20I was now in a dream, but this dream seemed deadly.I was in a strip club wearing a blood red black lacy corset and a feathery thong.I didn't know why i was here or what i was doing all i could do was sit back and watch."Your up kid," the me i saw with bright red lips and dark make up approached the poll the music starting up...This is how we dissapear 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
addicted kelly clarkson :
It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm
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We had been here for almost four hours he was still in surgery,why didn't i just believe him? 'Oh maybe because your outta your mind Brendon your talking to your self again,' i sat down on the nearest empty chair putting my face in my hands."Brendon it's not your fault you didn't know, if anything it's mine.I should have called you and at least told you...""No spen it is my fault your not the one who laughed just because you don't think he could love you because your crazy!"
"Brendon your not crazy for one thing second why doubt yourself?"He had just enough time to finish his sentence when the doctor walked in."You two are very lucky you found him when you did another half hour and he'd be dead, he's up but please don't upset him or the stitches may rupture."
We nodded and quickly walked down the hall to his room, when we slipped inside he lay there perfectly still in the big mess of tubes and wires."Hi ryan..."
Battle of the SwansThe White Swan, elegant and good. Fragile and kind, gracefully glides across the stage. Soft, gentle movements. So much control, so much concentration, oh so trapped. Her sweet serenade relaxes the audience. They stare in awe at her sorrowful but beautiful flight. She bids them farewell as the Black Swan begins to stir.Battle of the Swans in Short Stories More Like This
The Black Swan, beastly and evil. Bold and cruel, dominates the stage. Passionate, wild movements with no hint of control, no strain of concentration, oh so free. Her seductive dance heightens the arousal of the audience. They stare with lust at her frightening but manipulative performance. She is dragged away as the White Swan begins to stir.
The White Swan and Black Swan, embodied as one but forever contrasting. The fight for power tears and strangles the body. The Black Swan's strength and the White Swan's weakness causes them both to fall to their metaphorical but literal death.
By Cíara Morgan
Scalpel AddictIt started when I was eleven, my war against 'natural beauty'. Yeah right, as if natural beauty could compare over what man creates. We have mastered the natural world and twisted it into our own shape, forming cities of beautiful concrete. So why can't we seize our natural form and mould it into plastic perfection. This was not the thought going through my head when I was eleven applying the make up I got for Christmas as careful and precise as possible. To be honest I was pretty good at applying it, my first real talent and I liked how the foundation made me look more tanned and the eye make up defined my eyes making then stand out on my face. I selected lip gloss over lipstick, it was shinier and I wanted candy lips. My new face was almost complete and perfect but I would also need a body to match if I'm going to be successful.Scalpel Addict in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I hit my teens I spent a lot of money perfecting my image. Make up became my face, a strict diet and ritual tanning improved my body. It cost a lot of m
Summer time, student rhyme.Watching the sunrise.Summer time, student rhyme. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Diet Cola with ice.
Lazy, mellow afternoons,
Saying you will start homework soon.
People going from lily pale to tan
Whilst you buy tickets to see a band.
Summer hits set the rave
And the sun glistens on the pave-
Ment-hol addictions cease.
Cinema releases magical beasts.
Water is suddenly fun again
And exam stress symptoms start to mend.
By Cíara Morgan
Leshi: The Eco Warrior."Stupid trees" I cried out. Grabbing a rock I threw it at the nearest wooden stem. I've been wandering around in this forest for two hours now trying to find my way back to the path. Thorny bushes scratched my uncovered calves (stupid shorts!). It was a sunny day and there was a light breeze in the air but huge moss covered trees blocked out the blue sky. Normally one would lose themselves in the repetitive greenery but I was far too tired and hungry to bother with 'becoming one with nature'. In frustration I started to stomp a patch of mushrooms nearby.Leshi: The Eco Warrior. in Short Stories More Like This
"ARG! Stupid mushrooms! Stupid bushes! Stu-"
"Hey!" Boomed a deep voice.
Startled I turned round to see a man approaching me. His angry green eyes were hard as emeralds. I was amazed and frightened at how they popped out of his ghostly pale skin. He was rather hairy, with a thick beard and black hair growing on his arms. The hair on his head was long and decorated with leaves and sticks. He looked rather crazy and
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
Dear Poetry,I am trying to cover my sadness with words.Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers, & past lovers.
We are the perfect poster children for
battered homes, aren't we poetry?
The dysfunctional couple
black-eyed and angry love.
You can't protect me from myself forever.
I'm WorthlessI'm Worthless in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
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Don't cry, I'm still alive
My body just died, I'm still alive
My spirit has moved on, to the skies
My body died, but I'm still alive
Tell dad, he was the best he could be
Tell mom, that I loved her more than I could see
Tell my siblings, that I will miss their laughs
Don't cry, I'm still alive
I just needed, one more cut
But that was more, than enough
I cut to deep in my wrist, now my body is drained
Please, Don't cry, I'm still alive
What I did, I left them behind
Now I'm with god, and his angels alike
But when I look down, I regret
I see all the pain, I have spread
Don't cry, I'm still alive
Don't cry, my funeral is just a goodbye
But it's not forever, for you will see
In heaven we will be joined, and that is a joy for me
Jock-Highschool BlowoutCoach is going to kill me He thought as he finally set foot on the almost empty track. He ran the last few feet to where the man in a blue and yellow jacket stood with a whistle to his mouth and a clip board to his chest. He watched as his best friend finished just before he reached Coach, who wasn't watching to see if anyone else was still on the track. "Good job, Evans. You might make Varsity this year Coach patted Evans on the back and sent him to the locker room. He then finally noticed the last person on left on the pavement. "Goodnight son." Coach said as he headed back to the locker room somberly. He waited until Coach had locked the gym doors, and then realized he was standing alone for the first time in his life.Jock-Highschool Blowout in Biography & Memoir More Like This
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que los hombres no lloran
yo no se quien lo dijo
pero quiero advertir
que le que siente en su pecho
que las penas afloran
tiene todo el derecho
de llorar y sufrir
El que calla su llanto
callara su alegria
el simetrico opuesto de reir es llorar
como el sol y la luna
es la noche y el dia
cuando mas has sufrido
mas aprendes a amar
Si contara los golpes
que me ha dado la vida
y las puertas que nunca
me quisieron abrir
seria enorme la suma
de la inmensa medida
de castigos y engaños
que aprendi a resistir
Cada "NO" que escuchaba
se crecio en mi memoria
y jamas el orgullo
me dejo claudicar
si al final del camino
encontre la victoria
se lo devo a una cosa