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SuperficialThe crunching of dead leaves underfoot was loud in the otherwise silent forest, so loud you had to strain to hear the distant sounds of the town, but still she ran. She ran all the way back to the cottage, slammed the door and bolted it shut with shaking hands. The overwhelming rush of adrenaline was suddenly too much and she slid to the dusty floor of her house, gasping for breath. She sat with her back against the door for quite some time, conscious of every sound in the house, listening carefully but only hearing the sound of her own heavy breathing.Superficial
The girl sighed, finally convinced that she was not followed. From unde
by ~roxanne-jasmine
Lance and EvangelineEveryone knew Evangeline and Lance were gone, killed in the fire; even I did. On February 8th, it would be a year since. Everyone in this small town also knew that they were my friends. All of us were good students, each of us honors, and we were all very happy.Lance and Evangeline
Then why does no one act like they're gone?
No one seems to notice their absence, no one even mourns their death. It drives me mad that no one cares!
At first I thought people were just too upset to say anything, but it's been a while now. Still nothing. It's so upsetting to see that all my classmates don't care. Especially when my friends were s
by ~beastiebrat
The Snow GlobeI hope against hope that noone ever reads this letter.The Snow Globe
Where to start… My name is Felix, Felix Bryant. My job… is not important. Actually, all that matters, at least for you, is my name and the name of my wife, Deanna.
Writing this… is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. It all started a a few days or so ago (only a few days? It feels like so much longer…). My wife came home with a snow globe she had bought from the market…
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"Isn't it pretty?"
I looked at the snow globe sitting on top of the piano. It really did look pretty, to b
by ~Tallen-Forandi
For DLD's Contest HalloweenWalk forward and see the flames After following fireflies Blue and yellow lights Like fire Twitch and expire Wood dies as it's burned in the pyre Those who sit turn Because they know you're there.For DLD's Contest Halloween
Red, bloodthirsty eyes Green, mostly dead ones Blue, so alive it's frightening Orange, just like the agitated fire Black, deep and abysmal.
They all look at you You can feel their eyes as you run Climb up a tree--no, takes too long Run, run, try to slice through the night Like a knife Then disappear into nothing.
But
by *Felka-wolf
Poetry
Just Not TodaySo much turmoil and so much pain; this love is like walking in the rain.Just Not Today
I dreamt that you finally looked my way. You will love me- just not today.
by *XemmyPuppy
happiness ishappiness is all the small things in life and in dreams and your in both standing next to me so magically pretty your beautyhappiness is
like an ocean blue your great smile so true
happiness is and always will be
you.
by *neon-minds
My PainMy PainMy Pain
I once loved you, I once gave you my heart.
Those days were the happiest,
of my seemingly short life.
I loved you with all my heart, with all my soul, but didn't know, your evil side.
With a cruel smile, you pulled out my heart and right in front of me stabbed it with a knife.
I was cast into, the depths of despair, but you made, the biggest mistake of all, you underestimated me.
My strength, my will, my spirit, my life force, all were stronger, than you co
by ~Daejien
no way to flyFalling fast and hard to see, Eyes are wide shut. It’s hard to breath, I need you here. Here with me, But the time is not right. It cannot yet be.no way to fly
Spreading my arms, I slow my decent. Ground fast and coming, My life now feels spent. Did I live? Did I achieve? Or was it just wasted on some broken dream?
Nothing is said, Nothing is done. A love that’s worth having, But your song is not sung. Unsure of my place, Or what next to try. A life of regret, Is no way to fly.
by ~EhVed-Eloah
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drifter-boydrifter-boy
beatbeatbeat
dark drifter-boy.
dark drifter-boy was once infected/infatuated with agoraphobia.(stayhomestayhomestayhome) he just realised that in order to recover think the world is your house. bedrooms upon bedrooms sprawling across oceans of floorboards. cities upon cities standing as tall as cupboards. no rooves, but doors plenty.
beatbeatbeat
dark drifter-boy is a wanderer now. wanders through human landscapes (metacarpal alignment, jutting hipbones, coffee mouths) and boat gardens. past word valleys and desisting livingshops.
by ~loveyoulater
by =julietcaesar
WaitingI waited for you at the tree where we met. You were so careless then. I remember that if I hadn't been there on that fateful day, you might not have made it out of it with everything still intact. You almost lost your head that day. Instead, I lost my heart. The sky had that subtle pink to it that told me that you weren't going to show up, but I waited anyway. The sky often lied and this wasn't going to be the day that I began trusting it to tell the truth to anyone, especially me. The rocks were singing their happy tune as the waters rushed over them. BaWaiting
by ~muutus
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