It’s been 2 weeks since this whole thing started.
It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals ( Read more... )

Every moment spent with her is wonderful, however, those mornings were the definition of beautiful ( Read more... )

The day is remarkably cold, close to 20 degrees or so, and it's well into the afternoon. An elderly man, still in his heavy morning coat, sits reclined in his favorite chair, and his boots in the tiled hallway as not to soil the upholstery. As he naps in the January chill, his wife is on the floor of the guestroom upstairs, dead for the past hour ( Read more... )

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The house is silent again, now that I'm alone. I fear it, though.

Because there is a noise just below the silence, trying to catch my ear. It tries to make me listen, but I can't.

All my noise producing devices are broken, and the door won't unlock. There's only me here, but I can feel something watching me.

Trying to make me listen to it's story.

It's ( Read more... )

Don't worry...this isn't about me. Just an interesting read into the mind of a tortured soul...

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Eh, here's a song I randomly wrote. It's not about anyone special, and to be honest, I was inspired to write it by Silent Hill soundtrack song titles.

Idly by I sit
All I hear is that inscesent clock tick
Clockwork Little Happiness with
The Darkness that Lurks in our Minds
I'm just a stray child asking you
to Please Love Me...Once More.

We dance with the ( Read more... )

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be

The thoughts swarm around

in an endless circle of confusing
Constant tread of this and that
Doesn't matter what started it all
Just that it gets to the point
Even if their is none

No matter what it may have been, or might be
the reasonings will always be Confound in me.

Wandering ( Read more... )

        The door slowly opened, with the annoying creaking sound practically echoing throughout the apartment. The faint sound of rustling leaves could be heard from outside, along with the low moaning of the midnight wind ( Read more... )

Don't fret precious I'm here

She Looked at him, with his Bloodshot eyes.
This wasn't the man she grew to love.
All she could do was tell herself that it was all a lie.

The moments they shared together
Were all just a distant memory.
The time had finally come for her to make the right choice
To Live or to die.

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other ( Read more... )