People scattered on the floor
Littered with clouds and tufts of sunlight
A gentle humming does alight
With silver wings of darkness trite
The foggy tune that seems to be
In between the ecstasy
Loud and clear, does nothing be
Different of the normal
Loping down the street
An ear does hear the banter of trees
Bouncing off the walls
An ear finds a new way to see
Perfect is in moonlit quadrants
Enter into the glassy sea
Sit upon the seabed flora
Bounce along the surf with me
A truth is here
But lies prevail
Hidden in a murky veil
Purple is as done as you are
We see what we cannot touch
Judge the four but not the one
The parlour was still; the only light came from the little blue lights around the baseboard. A shadow shifted and revealed spikes. The spikes grew into a coffin; as if in reverse a body rose from the floor folding it's hands across it's chest, it was slowly lowered into the coffin. The pale skinned body was draped in shadows as black as oblivion, a glass lid rose from the floor sealing the coffin and it's occupant forever. the body's spiky black hair framed it's eyes which snapped open revealing cobalt blue; it's mouth opened in a silent scream, a rumble began and a crack opened in the floor, the coffin lowered into the ground taking it's scr
The lake shore was lined with crystals, it was night, and the blue moon that touched the horizon lit the night with a pale grace. The gray sand crunched under the feet of an unwitting night swimmer. They plunged under the surface to a spectacular sight, lines of graceful fish and gently swirling water. A gentle hum rose to a gentle singing. A figure emerged from the lake floor; it whirled to the middle of the swimmers vision, still singing it beckoned gently. The swimmer began swimming for the figure that playfully stayed at the edge of their vision. It finally let the swimmer come near the figure swam close, the swimmer was captivate
The dark hall way was silent as a lone figure waited, the figure looked around, obviously nervous. He jumped as a Purple light appeared under the door.
"Quintessence, I told you not to disturb me," said the man which had come through the door, he was wearing a leather trench coat and leather boots.
"Apologies sir, but we had to meet in secret," said Quintessence not looking directly at the man.
"Oh just spit it out!"
"It's about the Blues," said quintessence his Purple eyes peeking out behind his bangs.
"We He's here!" Quintessence's eyes flashed acid green.
"Is it who I think it is?"
The doors at the
The marble hall was empty except for a figure. The figure was leaning with one leg on the wall with its head back. A purple light leeched out from under the double doors at the end of the hall. A shrill whistle was heard and the doors exploded inwards a man in a leather trench coat and boots glided in his long bangs were moved over to the left side of his face and he wore a serious expression. He seemed to glide instead of walk. He reached the figure and turned,
"Quintessence, I told you I was busy," the man in the trench coat said.
"I apologize your worship, but this is important," Quintessence said stepping forward into the g
"Run!" she called after me.
"What IS that thing!?" I called back.
"JUST EFFING RUN!" she yelled, as she pulled the top off her umbrella to reveal a rapier.
So I ran, and never looked back.
It's been a month since I ran for my life; yet I can only wonder what happened to her. She normally returns in a day or 2. So, as you can imagine, I paced. The sunlight slowly shifted positions as the sun slowly sank lower in the sky. There was a knock on my door at 3 p.m. I opened the door slowly.
"ERICA!" I cried and she fainted in my arms.
mid morning jitters
no time accepts me
but the nighttime wishes
reach the ears of those who hear
the equinox nears
the tables turn
and for these
i still have
the Nighttime wishes
"Spinal cord snapped, and assorted broken bones." the forensic guy said.
"Did he fall or was he pushed?" I asked.
"wont know for sure till I get him back to the lab; but I think he was thrown"
"poor old guy" I said sympathetically.
"broke that table on the landing before bouncing off the wall and landing here." he added "by my guess he was thrown by his left leg."
"did he work here?" I asked.
"Yeah, the gardener apparently." I went up stairs, avoiding the broken table, and arrived at the top of the stairs. the door in front of me was slightly ajar so I walked in; it was the master bedroom. I was about leave when i
The Farthing manor house rose in front of me, stretching out into the distance. A band of police tape ringed off the perimeter. Not keeping things out, but in.
"When did you notice the maids missing?" I asked.
"When none of them showed up for their usual shifts," The head maid replied.
"And you searched the whole house?"
"The whole house."
We arrived in the spacious master bedroom, no one. We walked from room to room still no one. In the kitchen we found the forensic scientists, eating all the bread out of the bread box.
"Now that's odd," Said the head maid.
"What?" I asked, stealing a roll.
"A knife is missing!"
Reflections of a glass cavinaugh
Dedicated to Threshold; thanks for the trees
A glass forest, the sound of glass growing; like ice cracking.
Spires flew up in the distance curving up to thin, sharp points. A
glass castle lay far, far in the distance. I started walking, then
running. Suddenly a floating creature in a black cloak burst out of
the forest several glass spire crashed about me. The creature turned
his head slightly and then shoved me backwards into the forest; I woke
up, screaming bloody mary.
"and 'ow do you feel about tat?"
"frustrated; because you keep ASKING ME THAT!!"
"Aha! Anger towards
Take the leap
let the world know
you're not afraid
stand up for what's right
don't be everyone
when everyone is you
take the stand
make a point
us and them
we're oh so different
we are standing
they are sitting
so take the leap
the fatal plunge
emerge the victor
give them hope
stand up for what's right
even if you stand alone
when they realize they were wrong
they'll take the fatal plunge...
I hear it raining outside. The rain falls heavily against my screen but inside another flood is happening; a flood of emotions. I feel sadness batter down mental walls, rage flows like a boiling sea, and depression sits heavily on my chest. I sit there in my pajamas listening to my drunken parents fight, every night another issue like how come dad isn't making enough or why are the liqour bills higher than our measly house payment. I had found a small pistol and a silencer and held it tightly in my hand. The point comes up to my skull and I pull. A muffled blast vibrates through my head. Death is peaceful a silent void of painless