Blood Dripping Roses Chapter 13 As Ebony slowly came to her since, she knew that once again, she was inside and lying on a bed. Her hand went right to her neck where she felt the bandage going around it, proving that all that she remembered last, was real. “It’s about time you wake.” Ebony… Continue reading Blood Dripping Roses***Chapter 13
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Down with the Sickness
I felt myself falling to my knees, the crack of my bone on the stone floor seemed distant in my ears compared with the laughter I heard coming from the figure in front of me. Kylan stood before me, I knew that if I looked up I would see his perfectly sculpted face, black eyes… Continue reading Down with the Sickness
His Name Was Jake
His name was Jake. He was one of my closest friends or so I thought. It was a cold day in december, snow flakes were just begining to fall. I was outside, working with my brothers’ black stallion, Devil, when my cell phone rang. It was Jake, he had asked me to come over and… Continue reading His Name Was Jake
Remember when I said I’d be here forever?
It was cold. Silver and cold. But it was such a beautiful night. It was a light drizzle as River and Lana walked along the edge of the woods. Walking to their secret spot and holding hands, the moon hung halfway behind a cloud. They walked a little further and soon were at the small… Continue reading Remember when I said I’d be here forever?
Watching
He breathes down my neck constantly. I can always feel his coldness wherever I go. You can probably feel him too. Everytime I sleep and everytime I wake up I can sense him watching over me, waiting, biding his time. He is the curse that is put upon us from the moment we are born.… Continue reading Watching
In Loving Memory
We lay together in the street covered in your own blood. You so beautiful as what light there was shone down into your tear filled eyes knowing what was about to come. I made you swear not to speak. That mouthed “I love you forever etched in my memory. I pryed that I would be… Continue reading In Loving Memory
breath
Ohh This feeling, I cant breath. As my lungs try to suck for air. My chest heaves it clutters and coughs. But nothing, no air to restore me, nothing to save me. As i feel hazy, as I cant even twitch my body as I try so hard to do, just to move my arms,… Continue reading breath
overdose
i lay here on the ground of a dirty floor inside of a fithy house, i don’t know how i got here or when i’ll be able to leave, the only colour i see is red, i cant see through the dirty vision of whats inside, there is noone to help, no voice to shout,… Continue reading overdose
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You, in the schoolyard I am ready to kill and no one here knows of my loneliness
The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)
The dizziness was kicking in and when I looked into his eyes I knew I shouldn’t have taken that extra sleeping pill. But that day I was feeling down and ugly, so I figured, why not. Your cute little cousin was staring at me in a way that seemed as if he was asking “What’s… Continue reading The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)