this story can go under horror or death or even make a new catagory as Mysterys. im sorry this is the third one i have sent you… but this one is spelld correctly and stuff the others arnt… Heck you can even put it under poetic cause i put a small poem in their “Johnney”… Continue reading “Johnney”
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“Johney”
this is a true story and scars the crap out of me when i think about it…its 3:40 am now … my ride is not here yet… I knew i couldnt rely on Johneys clumsy a$$! I knew i should of drove home the other nite from the hangover Johney and i have been friends… Continue reading “Johney”
….Finally….
As I washed the blood from my hands,thoughts raced throught my head. I did it… I finally did it… there all dead now…. all of them…the ones at school… my family at home… When i walked through the halls and heard them laughing, i knew i had to do it. when i walked in the… Continue reading ….Finally….
World War III
Today is the day when grown men cry, Today is the day the world will die. For tomorrow comes and the world will end, So farewell to loved ones and farewell my friend. Our fate is decided the war is here, No time for peace the tanks draw near. The missiles are ready and point… Continue reading World War III
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it seems i am unable to give a single clear information impossible to look in these conditions impossible to hear and at night i’m telling them stories they come out of nothing or maybe of two words put together by coincidence
I saw your childhood die
It’s the meaningless song that’s in your head, It’s the voice that croons of the long gone dead, It’s the tears that you never had time to shed, It’s the wail of the sirens and the things that you said.
Making dolls
Blind set in like blazing dark, blazing hard a raging inferno that i couldn’t see. But my vision was fine, i was blind to the emotion of my chosen victim. Blood pouring from the gash i had slit in her throat, the hunger had vanished at least for now. i couldnt leave her in the… Continue reading Making dolls