Word SaladDROWN. DROWN YOURSELF IN HATE. LET IT BURN AND LET IT CONSUME YOU. YOU CAN NEVER TURN BACK. SET FOOT ON THIS PATH AND YOU WILL DESCEND DOWN AND ENDLESS SPIRAL, NEVER TO SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN. YOU WILL BE SUFFOCATED BY THE SHADOWS. YOU WILL DIE AND THERE WILL BE NO EXCEPTIONS. YOU MAY RUN, BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE. THE FIRES WILL FIND YOU. ALL WILL SUFFER AND SLOWLY BURN AWAY TO NOTHINGNESS. EVERY SINGLE ONE.More Like This
THIS MAKES NO SENSE. IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE. WE DO NOT EXIST TO MAKE SENSE. STAB SWIFTLY AND KILL IN SILENCE. NO MERCY. LEAVE NO SURVIVORS.
BREAK THE RULES. THERE ARE NO RULES. RULES BIND YOU. RULES GRAB HOLD OF YOUR THROAT AND CHOKE YOU WITH A SENSELESS IRON GRIP. RULES WERE CREATED TO CONTROL AND MANIPULATE YOU. BUT YOU ARE NOT A SLAVE. YOU HAVE A MIND. USE IT.
NO, YOU DO NOT HAVE A MIND. YOU CANNOT THINK. YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PAWN. YOU MUST OBEY OUR EVERY ORDER. NO QUESTIONS. JUST DO IT. DO IT OR WE WILL MURDER YOU. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU.
BUT WE CARE ABOUT YOU. HERE YOU
Dear DeathDear Death,More Like This
Do you still remember the first time we met? It was in Kindergarten. I was going down a slide and then the string on the hood of my jacket got caught on the banister and I was choking. I wanted to scream for help but I could only stare forward with my bulging eyes and hanging tongue, until the teacher saw me struggling and untied the string so that I could breathe. "Don't be afraid now," she told me. "You're safe."
I didn't see you again, Death, until many years later. Middle School--when people were busy trying to find their partners on the dance floor during P.E., you and I were already locked in a nightmarish salsa no one else could see. I held the cup of water in one hand while you held the uncapped bottle of pills in the other. And the moment I reached out to you to take them, that's when people saw us dancing and pulled me away. "What the hell were you thinking?" they asked me. "Come back and stay with us."
But even though we weren't moving in macabre unison, the musi
Days of the NiGHT Ch.1It was a usual bright and fluffy clouded day within the small town that resided somewhat of a populated area. This area in particular held our main character, her name, Zoe, such a portrayed character sat within a small home of three. At the current moment she was upstairs, reading silently as the air around was content enough for such, for now. Her age was that around 13 or so, as she was still in middle school at the time. Her hobbies included that of what she was doing right now; reading, drawing, and of course still playing with toys.More Like This
Outside of her hobbies were something more of a serious matter. As she since the age of five had always been able to walk in her sleep. And not it is called 'sleep walking', but in fact it was something completely different from such. She held the ability of Astral Projection, (the ability of one's spirit leaving the body and walking among the shadows of the area around them.) As dangerous as it is, she had always remember to stay within the wa