Pray.
Yes. Pray to your demon gods. Pray to your heathen priests. Pray. Wish. Dream. Hope. Pray. I am watching. Waiting. They will abandon you. All you ever though you had. Gone. Faded. Worthless. I will take from you what remains. Life. Freedom.
Eternity.
Gone. Never will you see the lights in the distance or hear the music or feel the wind. Nothing. No happiness. But pray. Pray to the gods who have never before saved you. Pray to gods who will not come for you now.
Lost.
Madness. Watch as the rain falls on the pale faces of your dead. Eyes staring. Watching. Reaching for something. Something never really ther
My next days, nights, whatever they happened to be anymore, were spent strolling the town. Or writing. I was bored. Trapped. And a hunger burned within me. Not for blood, though I would only take from there cattle when necessity drove me, having no desire for gluttony as the rest. It was a hunger for the hunt. I missed the look in the eyes of my prey. To watch the emotion pass behind their eyes. Curiosity. Shock. Fear. Panic. Inevitability. It all played as though I was a spectator to my own personal play. And nothing could begin to compare.
I spent most time sitting, studying the vampiric history so well preserved. Some I fi
I awoke slowly, still not sure whether it was night or day in this dismal place. I opened the blood red book sitting silently beside my bed. Yes, bed. They had not even the decency to provide me a proper coffin! Blasphemy! I sat looked up at it, flipping through the blank pages as they fanned down, hanging above me as I held the cover. I frowned and sat up. A book with pages blank was not a book acceptable to my tastes!
I sat up with the book and opened the first page. I held my hand to write, realizing I had not an implement to write with. I frowned. There had to be something in this horrid place. Then my eyes settled on the quil
Lonely
The house atop the hill,
sits quietly
Waiting, watching, waiting.
Age works on bones,
sagging flesh, twisted back
the eyes are
broken
blindly staring.
Time is slow,
long forgotten
it moans,
bones creaking,
it groans.
Once blazing heart,
now cold,
twisted
in the darkness.
Home to parasites
who steadily eat
away the beauty
now forgotten.
Cries of pain,
heard only by
the cold night,
uncaring moon,
laughing stars.
They push
crowded round
the desiccated corpse,
scavengers of lost hopes
and dreams gone
past the burning sun
who stares,
unyielding
all hours of the day.
The wind pulls,
dragging the las
The girl and I walked up the slightly sloped hill toward her house. I couldn't help but wonder what people might think of this pretty, innocent looking girl in her pastels and umbrella walking alongside the man in black leather and sunglasses. I could almost feel myself attracting too much attention.
"So," I began, then cleared my throat, "What's your name?"
"Megan," she answered cheerfully. "What's yours?"
"Oh, uhh, I'm Brian."
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure!" She smiled up at me and I half smiled half grimaced back.
"Yeah, pleasure."
We walked the rest of the short distance in silence. I felt awkward, she didn't look the way I f
The snow fell gently from the sky, layering upon the ground in thick blankets of white. Soft laughter seemed to come from everywhere, echoing off the dense snow. Snowmen, dressed warmly in hats and scarves, sometimes mittens, sat merrily in front yards, overlooking those who passed. People only ventured out of the warmth and safety of their homes once they were safely bundled in layers of thick clothing, hats covering their heads, and gloves protecting their hands. The snow crunched happily beneath the boots of pedestrians, leaving dents in the pristine white shell. Most noticeably, everyone seemed in a cheery mood.
Strange how the snow
Finding a way in darkness by Lady-Celestius, literature
Literature
Finding a way in darkness
Carefully she pulled the dusty tome from the shelf. There was a load, echoing "shhh" as the leather binding slide slowly across the dust covered wooden shelf. She flinched slightly and glanced around the dark and empty library. Upon the discovery of not a soul, she carefully shifted the tome onto her arm, keeping it far from the small candle she carried as light. She took a step from the expansive bookshelf and toward the many tables in the middle of the room.
There, she set down the candle gently, sure not to make a single sound. Then, the book, which couldn't help but make just the slightest "thud" as it's bulk settled against the tab
I woke the next evening and stretched out of my coffin. I was getting a tad hungry, as my last meal was spoiled by Leah's revelation. However, I could hold out for a day or two still and not suffer. I readjusted my collar and with a sigh stepped out of the coffin. I quickly moved on toward the door, then to where I had promised to meet Leah, at the gates of town.
As I approached, I could see the heavy gate up ahead, closed tightly for the night. It seemed the town had fear of the night. And rightly so. Leah stood near the gate, dressed far differently than before. The best way to describe the new look was... whoreish. Were she to st
"Noooooo!!!" He yelled, leaping across the room to tackle me. I side stepped and he fell to the ground beside me with an 'oof'. He quickly grabbed hold of my leg as I started to walk away. "You can't leave meeee!!" He squealed. I took a step away with my opposite leg, then dragged him along with the leg he clung to. "Oooh... You're buff!"
"Will you let go of me? I have work to do!"
"Noooo! I won't! You are not allowed to keeeelll hiiiiiimmmm!!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about..."
"MY BROTHER!! You can't kill him! If you do, we'll all diiiieee!!!" Dramatically he threw his hands into the air, letting loose my leg. I
I stood overlooking the valley below, cloaked in darkness. The stars overhead shone brightly in the black sky, like a blanket woven to protect all below its mantel. I sighed, staring down. The darkness was of little hindrance to my eyes, it hadn't been for a very long time. Small pin-pricks of light flickered in and out of existence. People went on with their lives with no idea what was occurring just moments away. I closed my eyes.
It was close to dawn. The scorching rays of sunlight would soon claw over the horizon. Tongues of light would lick out to caress the land as though caressing the skin of a lover. The tongues would burn i
Pray.
Yes. Pray to your demon gods. Pray to your heathen priests. Pray. Wish. Dream. Hope. Pray. I am watching. Waiting. They will abandon you. All you ever though you had. Gone. Faded. Worthless. I will take from you what remains. Life. Freedom.
Eternity.
Gone. Never will you see the lights in the distance or hear the music or feel the wind. Nothing. No happiness. But pray. Pray to the gods who have never before saved you. Pray to gods who will not come for you now.
Lost.
Madness. Watch as the rain falls on the pale faces of your dead. Eyes staring. Watching. Reaching for something. Something never really ther
The girl and I walked up the slightly sloped hill toward her house. I couldn't help but wonder what people might think of this pretty, innocent looking girl in her pastels and umbrella walking alongside the man in black leather and sunglasses. I could almost feel myself attracting too much attention.
"So," I began, then cleared my throat, "What's your name?"
"Megan," she answered cheerfully. "What's yours?"
"Oh, uhh, I'm Brian."
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure!" She smiled up at me and I half smiled half grimaced back.
"Yeah, pleasure."
We walked the rest of the short distance in silence. I felt awkward, she didn't look the way I f
The snow fell gently from the sky, layering upon the ground in thick blankets of white. Soft laughter seemed to come from everywhere, echoing off the dense snow. Snowmen, dressed warmly in hats and scarves, sometimes mittens, sat merrily in front yards, overlooking those who passed. People only ventured out of the warmth and safety of their homes once they were safely bundled in layers of thick clothing, hats covering their heads, and gloves protecting their hands. The snow crunched happily beneath the boots of pedestrians, leaving dents in the pristine white shell. Most noticeably, everyone seemed in a cheery mood.
Strange how the snow
Finding a way in darkness by Lady-Celestius, literature
Literature
Finding a way in darkness
Carefully she pulled the dusty tome from the shelf. There was a load, echoing "shhh" as the leather binding slide slowly across the dust covered wooden shelf. She flinched slightly and glanced around the dark and empty library. Upon the discovery of not a soul, she carefully shifted the tome onto her arm, keeping it far from the small candle she carried as light. She took a step from the expansive bookshelf and toward the many tables in the middle of the room.
There, she set down the candle gently, sure not to make a single sound. Then, the book, which couldn't help but make just the slightest "thud" as it's bulk settled against the tab
I stood overlooking the valley below, cloaked in darkness. The stars overhead shone brightly in the black sky, like a blanket woven to protect all below its mantel. I sighed, staring down. The darkness was of little hindrance to my eyes, it hadn't been for a very long time. Small pin-pricks of light flickered in and out of existence. People went on with their lives with no idea what was occurring just moments away. I closed my eyes.
It was close to dawn. The scorching rays of sunlight would soon claw over the horizon. Tongues of light would lick out to caress the land as though caressing the skin of a lover. The tongues would burn i
The blood seeped from his wounds, dripping onto her and onto the floor. It pooled into small puddles around his finger tips. She buried her head in his chest, holding him as close as possible. Sobs shook her body as she clutched onto him, begging him to return, begging him not to be dead. But there was nothing she could do. He was gone. She could feel that his form was nothing but a lifeless husk in her arms. And yet still she pleaded with gods and demons to return him.
A laugh echoed out of the darkness, a laugh filled with malice and joy at her suffering. Her sobs stopped a moment. And the laughter filled the room. She clenched h
Darkness and Nightmares by Lady-Celestius, literature
Literature
Darkness and Nightmares
A cold chill runs up and down your spine. A feeling you've never felt before. A feeling that makes you stop. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Your breath catches in your throat. What do you do? Do you turn around? Do you look to see what lies behind? Or do you run? Do you take the cowards way out and escape whatever could lie around that corner, or...
You turn the corner. Your heart is pounding in your throat. You try to keep your breathing calm, quiet. As you look cautiously around the corner, you see a pair of eyes, the color of flame, staring back at you. Directly at you. Into your eyes. Into your soul.
A b
The wind whipped back the long trench coats of the two men facing each other. One in black, one in white. They stared long and hard, neither one daring to move. Finally, the man cloaked in black spoke.
Why have you come here?
You know full well why Im here, the man in white answered.
Surely you cant still be upset.
After what youve done, you expect me not to be upset? They continued to seem emotionless, both eyeing each other gravely.
You were warned it would happen.
I didnt expect it to be my best friend.
No one ever does.
I stood overlooking the valley below, cloaked in darkness. The stars overhead shone brightly in the black sky, like a blanket woven to protect all below its mantel. I sighed, staring down. The darkness was of little hindrance to my eyes, it hadn't been for a very long time. Small pin-pricks of light flickered in and out of existence. People went on with their lives with no idea what was occurring just moments away. I closed my eyes.
It was close to dawn. The scorching rays of sunlight would soon claw over the horizon. Tongues of light would lick out to caress the land as though caressing the skin of a lover. The tongues would burn i
Favourite genre of music: Rock Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: my phone Shell of choice: Pretty ones... Wallpaper of choice: Sephiroth Favourite cartoon character: Sesshoumaru Personal Quote: Why are the blue orbs blue?
Well, I've spent most of the last month trapped in a never ending see of stress. There's been changes at work, crazy co-workers I'd like to beat over the head with a metal bat. But, I'm dating her son so that doesn't work. And of course, moving.
Yay, I'm in my own home. I'm in my own room. And I'm paying rent. Not so yay. But, It's nice and personal and comfortable and I like my roommates and life is good so far.
I haven't gotten to write much. But I've printed out some hard copies of things I plan on editing and posting up here. Once I finish my little Morden cycle, I'll print hard copies of that and bind it at my FedEx Kinko's...
I've decided to dabble in the dark arts of drawing. I'm not much of an artist, unfortunately. However, I've got this journal/sketchbook I've had for a while. It's begun to hold my random doodling and writing... musing... it's not even half full, which surprises me. I'm trying my hand at anatomy.
And Bondage.
Don't ask.
Anyway, I've had most of my spare time taken up by the shear awesomeness that is Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core for the PSP. Well worth almost 200 dollars just to be able to play the game. Seriously. Only reason I bought the PSP. I'm a sucker.
School is almost out for me. Two weeks, then finals, then SUMMER!!! I o
I find myself spending what little time I can on Deviant Art and having to siphon through over 200 deviations and almost 100 messages from all my watched deviants. I hardly get to just browse for fun all over the site and it almost always leaves my head spinning. Between work and school, my writing has taken an unfortunate back burner. And Morden pouts. Do you know how annoying that boy is when he pouts? I swear, I want to smack him.
Well, I'm taking a stand. I have a response paper due tomorrow, but never mind that! I need to write. I need to move my writing from the colder, distant back burner to the forefront. To the place where
Boo. I haven't read any of your stuffs yet, but I will. Eventually... Anyway I was browsing through my watch list and decided to drop you a comment. Enjoy.
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