I wonder if they look for me,

beyond these cellar walls.

For its the little kid that lives in me,

who beckons every call.

It’s been so long since falling off

That I believed we could be strong.

But how can we heal pain,

If there isn’t any fog?

Now for decades long

I sing this song beyond the cellar walls.

For im hoping those that hold me

would just tell me that im strong.

But its that litt...

Sally woke up feeling different today, something was not right. As she sat up, she looked around. " this is not my room." sally whispered to herself. She stood to find a window above her bed that looked to give a view of a hold that she had never seen before.in the reflection of the window she could see herself. Her skin was warm to the touch as she sent her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and her...

My father past away in early October, he was my rock. The reason I kept going in life. When he passed away my world crumbled. It had now been 4 weeks since he passed away. I stayed in bed everyday watching television. Whenever he came home from work we would watch our favorite show, Full House. Our favorite character was Jessie. I haven’t watched it since his passing though, on this particular Fri...

"Im telling the truth, why does nobody believe me." I screamed. The nurse turned around and nodded. A second later nurses ran in. I cried as they held me down. I could feel them putting the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I could feel A needle poking my arm looking for a vain. For a few moments that was the worst pain I has ever endured. "How could they do this to me?" I thought before drifting asl...

They call me insane.

I can’t imagine why.

They locked me up in this room with an uncomfortable mattress, cracked walls and a tv at the bottom of the mattress.

When you turn the tv on it just shows you these strange moving patterns. I like it.

They tell me if I start acting normal I can go home, but what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not crazy, not insane, so how am I not normal? How do I ac...

hssss, the tv static buzzed in her ears, an annoying droning that she begged would just shut up.

she considered for just a moment punching the stupid tv and breaking it, but that wouldn't be the best idea, now would it?

no, she'd need a blunt object to break it with!

she wandered her room, looking for something she could use to just bash the tv to smithereens; it was all she felt like doing a...

She had nothing, nothing but the light from the inescapable window, the robes she dons, the mattress on which she sits, the itchy blanket she wears to keep warm and the static on the old television at the end of her mattress that whispers the hellish words to her.

“Your family were sinners, they’ve paid for their sins, they’re all sinners, they all must pay, and once they do you shall come to me...

Feed me lies and hoaxes

I’m here but to believe you

Tell me about the horrors of the world

The dignity and the souls we have sold

We feast on pain, misery and gore

No humanity left in us anymore....

Dust drifted about the small room in a parody of ballroom dancing, each mote gliding through the light of the single aperture above the bed. She stretched and sat up, her body ached from motionless daylight hours on her small, bare mattress. During the night she could scavenge outside amongst the bones of a lost civilization, a silent mouse amid the pantries of greater beings. When the moon was ou...

All the outside noises had vanished, it was quiet again. Amelie sat on the dirty mattress on the floor staring a the static on the Tv, it was the only possession she was allowed to have besides a thin torn blanket.

Most of the time the tv didn't work but every now and again a picture would come through suddenly and vanish just as quick. The stone walls of the cellar were damp and cold, it soake...