The End Of An Era? (Vent Poem) by Faxy-Fox, literature
Literature
The End Of An Era? (Vent Poem)
Is this our final moment?
Will this be the end?
We've done so much in these past 15 years.
It's hard to believe I'm saying goodbye,
To my lifelong friend.
Never,
Will I forget you,
Never,
Will there be any conflict between us.
I will remember,
All the good times,
All the memories,
Will never fade.
Is this the end of an era?
I guess it is.
What if,
I told you that you didn't know me like you thought?
What if,
I told you that you don't know me at all?
What if,
I told you that I was hiding behind a mask?
What if,
I told you that I'm too scared to show you who I really am?
What if,
I told you I'm so sick of when they say "It's just a phase, you'll be Ok"?
What if,
I broke down crying in front of you?
What if,
I showed you the scars on my wrists?
What if,
I told you that I'm suicidal?
What if,
I told you this is the last time you'll ever talk to me?
Would you care if one more light goes out?
A BETTER place without you?
BULLCRAP
DON'T. EVEN. DARE. THINK THAT YOUR DEATH WOULD COME EVEN A STEP CLOSE TO MAKING THINGS GOOD.
LISTEN TO ME.
You CANNOT tell me
That there wouldn't be a mother sobbing at your freaking bedside, grasping desperately onto the cloth of your blankets with flushed cheeks and eyes flooded with tears, muttering the name of her dead child, and a father standing next to her on shaking knees with a hand on your pillow trying to deny the heartbreak of your slaughter.
You CANNOT tell me
That their mouths would not be bound mute from devastation, left with only their heartbroken minds to choke out "This can'
The Family with the Missing Child by Faxy-Fox, literature
Literature
The Family with the Missing Child
Y/N = Your Name.
It is night, you are resting from a hard day at work. Your job? Detective. As you were starting to do the paperwork your boss gave you that NEEDS to be done, the phone rang.
Ring ring
You answer the phone. The first thing you hear is a sobbing woman.
"P-Please help me find my baby!"
"Calm down, ma'am. Where do you live?"
"28 Elaine street."
"Alright. I'll be there as quick as possible."
You put the phone down and sigh. This is the fourteenth missing child case this week. And it's only Wednesday!
You put your coat and hat on and head outside, into the current storm of hail.
You get into your car and drive to Elaine street.
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The Mystery Of The Young Boy (TEASER) by Faxy-Fox, literature
Literature
The Mystery Of The Young Boy (TEASER)
I am a young kid age 10. This is my story. I know. I'm too old to be writing in a diary, but this is important. My life is in imminent danger. And this is the story of how it all began.....
The Time Before The Incident Poem by Faxy-Fox, literature
Literature
The Time Before The Incident Poem
These were the days before the incident,
Everyone was happy,
We were allowed to move around,
I was actually allowed perform.
Nothing could possible go wrong,
There were no problems,
Apart from the glitching,
Which happened a lot,
But it was normal.
To me,
Everything was much nicer than it is now,
There were the occasional bad things,
But they were fully fixed.
Nothing could possible go wrong.
Nothing...
But then I went,
And broke everyone's hearts,
I was performing,
But I was glitchy,
And so I bit,
Right into the frontal lobe,
Of a little kid.
And the memory never fades,
Never goes,
Never leaves me alone.
The pain of remembering,
Only