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 a...
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 ...
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 ...
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
Her...
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 insid...
**[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...
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 grogg...
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 reac...
“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...