DreamyDuck
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
DreamyDuck
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
New writer here! Open to feedback and suggestions on my works! Otherwise, just a duck passing by.
He’s wicked, He’s nasty He really is too cruel~ An old grumpy man As short as a stool~
He’s ancient He’s ugly He’ll ruin your day Take away everything you use to play~
His ‘elves’ Are is wicked friends Just as short and ugly They’ll leave your house looking funny
They suck the joy away So beware on Christmas day.. Cuz’ the bad, bad santa clause~ May be coming you way~~
“I can’t perform anymore.” He mutters while staring back at his pathetic reflection in the mirror, eyebags that seem months old, a frown that a veteran would wear after war, and the cause of all his misery, the appearance of him in a wheelchair.
“I know this… I’ve told myself this every day… so why can’t I just accept it..?” His face contorts into one of pure pain, tears threatening to spill at any moment, choking down a sob that nearly slipped out, shuttering as he breathes out slowly.
Nothing like his former appearance, bright and energetic, happy to wake up every morning, succeeding, friends, popu- okay we get it.. Since becoming paralyzed waist down for life, he’s been unable to accept the reality, the loss of his greatest passion for ice skating.
Putting the skates into a closet, fondly looking over them for one last moment before shutting the doors and turning his wheelchair, deciding to part way with what brought about him joy and happiness for so long.
He smiles, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, wanting to lure you in with a false sense of security. He observes, watching you like a hawk, plotting how to pin you down until you’re utterly defenseless. He circles you and middles your mind as panic sets in, surrounding you like a shark ready to catch its prey. When he’s ready he’ll jump up and strike like a lion, and devour you, bit by bit. You’ll feel bare. Exposed without any means of protection. You can’t escape. He’s got you now, trapped and defenseless like a prey.. and he’s the predator.
The sun illuminates on my face as the wind passes through my locks. No one around will ever know my thoughts. Just feet ahead of me is the girl of my dreams so unreal and kind, she Will be mine. Her skin smooth and pale as she sits oh so elegantly, she can’t know as I wave of possession passes over me. Greed and dark thoughts consume my mind, although, I keep smiling as If I’m just fine. She glances up at me, oh she’s so cute, and smiles, my desire to have her is absolute. I can’t help but wonder how she would react, When her legs are no longer intact She will be mine and that’s a fact, No one else’s, and I’ll make sure of that.
Badump…. Badump… I’m heaving in my sleep And still wide awake No one can save me Even as I quake..
My skin has gone cold Feel as if I was never the I won’t make it to become old Lost the skin once so fair
They all say I’m fine But I kno it’s not something of the mind Tears stream down my face As my voice begins to break
Test, Test, Test As they claim I’m at my best Deaths creeping in Here to collect me for my sins
Times running out I’m unable to shout My time has come I say As my life fades away…
Tw: Implied abuse
mummy sometimes calls me a dummy But daddy sometimes hits mummy mummy and daddy always fight at night and i get something called a fright?
i hold my teddy closer and pretend i am dreaming but i feel like crying because i hear screaming
i slowly creak open the door and mummy’s on the floor why is daddy mad It makes me very sad mummy screams and shouts and I go back inside Curling under my blaky to hide
i cry so sad but daddy’s would get mad boys don’t cry i wipe the water from my eye
[Diary entries of Azriel Learon]
**1/4: **Moving to a new home has always been difficult though.. this one seems a bit lonelier than usual, though I’m sure that’ll change soon!!
**1/10: **My neighbors are really kind! Despite it being such a small town they all seem very happy, can’t wait to finally settle in ^^
2/16: It’s been over a month since I’ve moved here, for some reason I can’t shake the feeling of being watched.. I’m sure it’s paranoia, nothing more.
4/20: The clawing on my door at night wont stop, I’ve asked everyone else if they hear it too.. everyone has said no. It’s been three days since I slept.
6/8: Please make it stop, I boarded my windows and doors, and wear sound proof ear plugs, so why can I still here the clawing, the growling, and feeling _their _gazes.
6/13: Help me please, whoever finds this please, please, please.. they’re crazy and monsters! Leave as qui—
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[Diary entries of Jane Learon]
8/17: This place was the last location my brother was headed last time’s he contacted me, I’ve moved into the small town and asked around though, no one seems to have ever heard of or seen him.
9/22: I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s staring, although.. the gaze feels familiar…
Ba- thump, Ba-thump,Ba-thump, Ba-thump—
The sound of my heart beat ringing in my ears, the sound of the wilderness and wind blowing in the trees, the sensation of blood flowing down my face.
Disoriented and dizzy as I gasp sharply in my wake, my consciousness returning to me like a tsunami wave clashing down onto shore, my eyes flickering around as I quickly prompted myself up off the tree groggily, ragged breaths exiting from my lips. “What… the..—“
Suddenly chills whenever up my spine as I felt eyes on me, in a panic I looked around as fear seeped into my veins.
Not sure when I started running but the feeling of my legs moving at a rapid pace reminded me that I was, panting heavily as my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of sweat and blood trickling down my forehead, the entire forest screaming unsafe, every turn and every path I too felt like I was going in circles.
“Am I losing my mind? Am I loosing my mind?” Muttering under my breath as the chill seemed to follow me around, looming in the shadows of the dark forest, where… am I?
Julia bites her nails, replaying the moments over and over in her head, tear stains already visible on her face full of acne, blood seems to have already dripped from her nails onto her old bed sheets, the musk if her room dulling her sense of smell as she falls into a daze once more muttering softly to herself. “Why, why, why, why, why, whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?”
She takes a deep breath, hands reaching up to her hair as she pulled and tugged on it, tears flowing down her chubby cheek. “Why can’t I look as good as her? She’s cruel and evil! Vile.. Rebecca is a wench, so why.. why am I the one suffering?” Choking out a sob as she throws her phone across the room, the girl on her screen being Rebecca presumably.
Covering herself in the blanket and curling up into herself, she sobs and screams. “That should be me! Me with the accepting parents, me with the boyfriend, me with more than one person as my friend.. I’ve suffered more than anyone at my school so why.. why is fate so cruel..”
Furrowing her eyebrows and making up her mind she sluggishly rolls out of bed and grabs her shoes, leaving her one bedroom apartment and climbing up the stairs to the rooftop, looking down one last time, she curses the gods in her final breath.
“What’s in a hero? A hero is a role model, protector, and sometimes just a random stranger on the street” He muttered softly as his fingers ran through his hair, the blades if grass poking his skin as he laid down and watched the stars beside his childhood friend’s grave.
“Yet.. despite being the world’s most powerful and influential hero..” His voice broke, unable to keep his tears from swelling in the corners of his eyes, “I couldn’t save you.”
“I knew you were suspicious of it all, I know I should’ve told you, I acknowledge that I’m too late to tell you now but.. you deserve to know,” He slowly stood up, eyes torn away from the sky as he turned to face the gravestone surrounded by flowers yet covered in dirt and vines, thorns pricking from the roses.
Beyond the graveyard the world around seems to be in flames, smoke traveling to the atmosphere as far screams and explosions ring out, some would take one glimpse and call it the end if the world.
Kneeling down and facing the grave with a bitter smile, the young hero spoke his truth, tears streaming down his cheeks, though that didn’t deter him in the slightest. “Let me introduce myself to you one last time.. My name is Azriel, and I’m known as the hero.. Tempest.. I love you dearly, you were my everything, the reason I became a hero to begin with..”
He paused for a slight moment, recalling all the fond memories of the two together, a warmth smile formed on his face, slowly contorting to an expression of anger as he also recalls the way no one cared about the death of his dearest friend, it was expected but.. to actually experience it was heartbreaking.
“So, if I have to, I’ll let the world burn for you, and I’ll burn along with it, wishing that I could.. hold you in my arms just one last time…”