Nightly ReflectionIn my bedroom there's a mirror; it stands parallel to my bed.Nightly Reflection by Caylee-Slansen
Each night I glance upon it as I rest my weary head.
I cannot help but wonder, does my reflection do the same?
Or does it take the moment, to wander from the frame?
We Are Your Nightmares... You call us monsters, sinners, freaks, and what other words you use to describe us as such. We are all that, but . . . do you know of our pain? Our torture? Our . . . suffering? . . . No, you don't. Nor do you even try to understand us, in the least bit. You'd rather just lock us up in your prisons, asylums, and institutions or dispose of us in some other way. So who the hell are YOU to judge US, when you don't even know jack-shit about us and why we do what we do now?! You think that we WANTED to be like this in the first place?? We are broken. We are damned. But most of all, we are mad . . . Oh, but you don't really know, do you? You have no idea what it's like . . .We Are Your Nightmares... by CrimsonBloodDrinker6
. . . To do something so lurid, without even knowing it first, and then doing it again, knowing damn well what it is that you are doing, over and over again... I didn't mean to eat it. How was I supposed to know what it really was, at first? But...even though it was seemingly dis
The Lady ApparitionThe Lady Apparition by FireEmber345
I am a woman of manners. I bow, I ate properly, and I be kind to people. I've been headmistress of Scottswells' Elegance Academy. But I wasn't always like this. In fact, back in my teenage years I was a terrible rotten brat. I mean really rotten.
I would play hooky, litter, cheat, date greasers and bad boys behind my parents and take my parents money without permission. My parents soon couldn't take it anymore and told me that if I'm going to get anywhere in life, that I should start acting like a lady. So they forced me to transfer to Scottswells' Elegance Academy. I thought it was for squares and uptight snobs.
They all dressed the same, hey acted like waiters at fancy smancy restaurants, and they are cleaned pressed. Looking back on it now makes me see how spoiled I was. My name is Leanor Lavane, once spoiled brat.
Even in the weeks that they had teach or at least try, I had shown nothing but how to be a Miscreant. The headmistress at the time Ms. Dina Quartell, gave me ugly looks a
The Hanging TreeThe Hanging Tree by Caylee-Slansen
The Hanging Tree is
Singing sweetly on the moor.
No longer afraid.
Night MareIt listens outside your bedroom doorNight Mare by Caylee-Slansen
And patiently waits for your soft snore.
When it's safe it creeps on in
Ready to taste your supple skin.
A gentle touch, you hardly stir,
It watches close and mutely purrs.
It digs in deep and takes a piece,
A size, of which, you'd not notice.
Welcome to Timmy The Reaper
<- this guy is the writer of TtR! He has allowed me to post all his chapters into DA which is what this group is dedicated to.
This is also a place you can send and view work that has a "dark/supernatural" theme in it.
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Hello gross people of the world! How are you blood munchkins?
I know you haven't heard from us in awhile. We've been busy, as we know you all have been, too. I can't speak for the other admins, but I've been insanely busy studying and living life in general. Recently it dawned on me, however, that we've left you guys out in the dark street, scared and alone with the monsters. Alas! Fear no more, for I have humbly returned.
What does that mean, you say? Well, we'll have to wait and see about that.
I would like to mention a fun anthology I participated in last year, called Dubnium -- a publication my short story The Gentleman of Paris was featured in. If you'd like to have a peek at the issue, follow the link to Dubnium.
Here is an excerpt from the story:
The drums heralded doom through the city square. A crowd of twenty thousand stood in utter silence as the King approached the scaffold. On the platform awaited the capital’s most notorious killer, the High Executioner dressed in a blood-red cloak. The drums kept their rhythm. Beating, beating, beating. After three decades, he never got used to their droning.
‘Are you feeling ill?’
He turned to face his son. ‘I’m well.’ He didn’t enjoy lying, least of all to Henri. ‘What of the cart, will it be fit for transport?’
‘The wheel isn’t in proper order,’ said Henri, ‘but it will do the job for today.’
It was just what he needed, a tumbrel to tip and spill the corpse of a king. How they’ll laugh at me then, he thought.
‘Have a man watch it during the move,’ he said, turning back to the crowd. ‘We can’t have any mistakes. Not today.'
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