She can’t help but collapse with the stress of the news she received earlier that day. She sits on her own with her knees to her chest and her face in her hands. She almost cries before she notices herself, its at this moment she stands back up to continue her walk home. She polices herself for the whole walk to avoid thinking about ‘it’.
She gets so frustrated with herself and digs her fingernai...
‘How about a date?’
I die a little inside,
I’d hoped you didn’t have feelings,
That I can’t reciprocate.
I should have noticed before,
And put a stop to it then.
But I have been too scared,
that i might lose my best friend.
You sit there wide eyed,
I suppose expecting a ‘Yes’,
Your smile turns to a frown,
as I confess.
I don’t love you my dear,
My heart belongs to someone else.
She is my whole ...
The kids gaze past the trees.
They gawk the gloomy dark dwelling.
They progress toward,
But Timmy digresses.
“Please, don’t go there,
There’s ghosts.
Don’t disrupt their dwelling,
Turn back.”
Don’t be dejected,
Don’t be timid,
They know panic,
They detect terror.
Timmy goes back.
The big kids proceed.
They barge the door,
but don’t delay departure-
-because the ghosts bellow;
“Kill! Bludgeon! B...
I sit at the end of your bed,
you have already left,
but you gifted me your journal,
with your next clue.
It reads ‘i love you, come find me’,
with some coordinates,
and your name signed too.
I leave your apartment,
and drive to your new secret place,
It’s a bench by the coast,
with a note tied to it- a new chase.
The note reads:
‘past the sandy cove,
your lover lies,
with a (hastily prepared) ...
“Hey you there! No, not you. You! With the green hair!”
Janet takes notice of the TV. There is a sort of Circus Ringmaster pointing at her.
She pauses the TV to process him. He looks almost human. He has a very large mouth and large eyes. His outfit is that of a ringmaster but his waist is inhumanely small. Most noticible of all are his hands. His fingers are ridiculously long, one of them is poi...
Ashley enters the apartment in a flurry and drops her poorly packed bag where she stands. Her eyes dart around the room while her mind tries to retrace where he would have put them. Her eyes focus on the desk. She rips open the drawers and rummages through them but to no avail.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath while searching the clutter on the top of the desk. “Where the fuck are they?” this...
I don’t want to look at you,
But your eyes are magnetic,
A brown, deep black hole aesthetic,
I could fall into your eyes,
You lure me in, but are apathetic.
Your eyes deepen to a gloomy black,
You look through me.
I know you could never like me back,
I look away, as to not torture myself,
I try to not love you,
Your eyes are no help....