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Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
A PoemA Poem
Always changing, never the same;
Always different, but always vibrant.
Not a day goes by
When she's not being completely,
This is a poem
About someone who will never
In their life
Be someone who they aren't.
Detective Story (not yet titled)- Chapter 1Chapter 1: Not a Dark and Stormy Night
1974: the glory year of detective work on the mean streets of Surrey, England, businesses
boomed, children laughed, crimes needed solving. On what seemed to be a crisp, cool, average
morning, the telephone rang. Charles Gregory, a lanky, middle-aged man, rushed to the phone
with some eagerness, for he knew he only received calls when an emergency struck. He reached
for the telephone and barked, “Yes?” It sounded like some sort of panic on the other line.
Leaning against the wall, he rubbed his forehead, pushing back his wavy, dark hair. This could
not be good news. Charles snatched his long overcoat along with his deerstalker cap and strode out the door.
He arrived at a mansion on top of a grassy green hill that seemed pleasant enough. He
slammed the door of his 1972, Triumph. Clad in black uniforms, the Scotland Yard flocked
about the sce
The Silver Creek Posse: Deputised Damsels - Pt2The heat of the day was already rapidly draining into a cold clear night with a full moon, as Alice and her small posse neared the first fork in the trail that led away from Silver Creek. Although the girls could see the lights of houses twinkling in the distance when they were on higher ground, they had long since left anywhere that could be thought of as being part of their home town.
Alice was starting to wish that she had brought a shawl with her. It might not have looked as impressive as when she first rode out, wearing her father’s red shirt, suede waistcoat, and her own brown corduroy riding skirt, but at least she’d be warmer. She had packed a blanket into the saddle pack on her father’s horse, but she had only really intended it for sleeping under. She glanced over her shoulder at Maggie, and saw that she too was looking a little less enthusiastic about things now that the reality of a night on the trail was upon them.
“Maggie… I think you can unt
Rougarou: Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen: Valerie
If she closed her eyes, she would have sworn she was in a sauna instead of a swamp.
The sun beat down with an intensity scarcely to be conceived much less described, and the hot, still air made her want to pray for wind, a gust, even a whisper of a breeze to alleviate her discomfort. For it takes a singular breed of person to stay in the swamp for very long, especially in the summer. Even in the cooler months, its wet, warm embrace turns away many who might come to see it. To the uninformed, the Atchafalaya swamplands are a rare gem: wild, dangerous, untouched and unsoiled by man. A natural wonder. But the swamp exacts a toll all its own on those who venture forth among the cypress trees and dangling tufts of moss: her breath is so hot and humid, so sullen and still, that many a tourist has muttered bitter curses to feel the vitality oozing from them in a steady stream of enervating sweat. She is a maze of perils that lurk beneath the surfac
Deputised Damsels - Pt1The Silver Creek Posse: Deputised Damsels - pt1
Alice Parr had been pacing constantly for the last hour, travelling back and forth as she waited outside the doctor’s house on Main Street. Her fingernails had been bitten to pieces, and she had been fidgeting with the hem of her shawl so much that the garment was threatening to begin unravelling. If anyone had come close enough, they would have heard the constant breathless whisper of the Lord’s Prayer that she recited constantly. The words had long since lost their meaning to her, but they enabled her to blot out the sounds that came from the doctor’s house.
Alice’s father had been the town sheriff of Silver Creek for five years, and in his time, he had been in some pretty tight scrapes. But today, Alice’s worst fears had come true. Her father had been shot, and he was in a bad way. His two deputies had carried him to Doctor Willows’ house as fast as their legs had carried them, and one of them
VT Fan-Fic: DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET? Chpt 25 CHAPTER 25
*Night of the Acachalla Murders*
I stare at the radio.
I'm in awe.
I know enough information to be counted as a suspect.
I know too much, so I head out as fast as I can.
As I'm walking down the hall an officer steps and hands me a sheet of paper.
"Here you go Miss. Nichosin" The officer handed me a sheet of paper saying I was being transferred to a small medical center in Bridge-Port.
"Oh, uh, thanks." I say as I walk out. "Have a good night!"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be sleeping like a baby with a killer on the loose."
"You know, sleeping like a baby is waking up crying because you solided yourself."
"Ah" He sighs. "You know what I mean. Just, don't get killed. Alright'?"
"Yeah." I say and nod. "Right." I exit through the door and see my car parked.
I pull my keys from my pocket and hop into my car.
Rain starts to pour down on me.
As I'm driving down the dark road I see police cars racing down the road.
"What the?" I ask myself. When they stop I see
Black Knight Chapter 14
Alistair’s general plan had been to wake early and be out of Marissa and her brother’s way as soon as possible, though only part of his “plan” actually worked. Their stay with Marissa had been fortunately uneventful, what Ryan doing well to not be around the essentially unwanted company. As Alistair had returned upstairs to retrieve the coffee that had been made, he became aware that neither he nor August had eaten anything all day. He in particular, had not had anything resembling a decent meal since yesterday afternoon, and the only edible thing he’d eaten since then was a rather unappealing granola bar he’d found in the trunk of the Supra.
Marissa had surmised at much on her own, and set about cooking an early dinner for the two men, who (fortunately for her) had a similar taste in food to what she liked to cook. Remembering a meal she’d made for Alistair the last time he had been around,
Out page IXhe pulled out a small knife and said"i'm sorry but unlike alcohol, blood doesn't get better with age so this is gonna be a tiny bit bland " he looked at me and said"take a bit of him" I refused, but he said"couldn't have done it the easy way could you?" he took the knife and made a small cut making blood drip down his neck the Thrall didn't move, being used to this. I watched the blood drip and I clenched my fists as my eyes became a maroon color instead of it's usual blue. I felt myself slipping away as my body shivered in excitement but my mind cringed.I shivered again ,then all of a sudden in a burst of erratic actions, I bit into his neck sucking in blood quickly.
Out page VIIbut the light drew back and I opened my eye.I was alone in the hallway I guess I had passed out from blood loss skin was paler than usual but I thought nothing of it.I descended down the stairs to meet the man with a brown beard and white hair sitting in a chair with his cane . He said"ahh you have finally awaken....you might have already noticed a few different things about you paler skin stronger faster..." I realized I had felt like that how would he know this he then said"well only common for a new vampire"...the word made me freeze up Vampires aren't real they can't be..that's what I thought at least. He said"i bet your shocked surprised...alarmed ..well nothing to fret about we have business to attend to like.."
DeadHe crept through the dark house, searching for his target. Finally, he creeps up the stairs, spotting his victim tucked away in bed. The poor fellow; he didn't even know that these would be his final moments...
He stands still for a few moments, watching the man sleep. Slowly, a sinister smile creeps up upon his face, his eyes glowing their eery red colour. He holds the sharpened wood behind his back, simply waiting. For what? Nothing; he simply savors this moment; the final moment in which his enemy of many years will be allowed to live. The final moments of his simply waiting in the shadows, waiting to once more take power over what is rightfully his. As the vampire lying in the bed rolls over to his back, the murderer's smile widens. This is the time. He raises the stake above his head, bringing it down quickly, striking through the vampire's heart. Instantly, the vampire's eyes shoot open. He knows he is not long for this world. The murderer creeps away, out of the house, away from
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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