To kill a human, yet so good I crave the meat of their flesh. If they run before I get a chance to kill, we multiply like rats in a sewer. We have our banters but humans run in fear and their fear wreaks with a smell that we can track. they can destroy us but we come in great numbers all around. Once we kill, we eat their meat, their organs and their eyes. All that’s left are their clothes and their blood. All over the ...
When my mother was 14, Her mother and sister packed up the car And all three had left, never to be seen. Her father had given her a scar By saying that she’ll never gain anything in life. So the trio got to New Mexico Where they stayed for a bit for strife, Dealing the weathers of New Mexico. And then they moved up north, And when they hit on of the mountains in Oregon, They went forth And ran through a pink cloud until they got to ...
Episode 24 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero gets rescued by a hot chick with a gun. Here’s an excerpt: Tattoo girl raised the knife, ready to end my misery. I just stared and drooled. Claire, Mary, the Job. Everything I ever loved or regretted. It all went by in a flash. Would I fade? About to find out. The blade begins its downward arc. Enjoy: http://darkinspec.blogspot.com/
I felt cold. I felt absent. I knew that the only way to die and keep living is to be part of them.Love had killed me but I was still alive,I became an inmortal in the lonely winter night,I felt naked,disprotected,vulnerable and It took me a few seconds to realize I was now part of them,the heartbroken. I remember... The last time I saw him,I was just a shadow behind his eyes and then he was gone,gone forever to somewhere ...
A little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy: Then poet-god said, “Let Us make poets in Our image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the sheet of a pad, over the leaves of a tome, and over the airwaves, over all the earth and over every corner of the worldwide web.” And the Poet lived one hundred and thirty years, and begot a Mentoree ...
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