I'll Protect You
I heard the crunch of the browned and crusty snow beneath my feet. It was impure, disgusting, and hardened like this damned world. All the people are the nasty little pieces of salt and dirt that clump together, tainting the virgin snow. Every person is poisoned by every other person. Their imperfections, their ugliness. It's revolting. I didn't think anyone was pure to the insanities this world has created. The grey clouds mocked me, keeping the beauty of the blue sky and the sun hidden from me, as I trudged through the slush, watching the chaos of the hideous people skating on the pond, I could smell the exhaust drifting through the one part of the city that was supposed to be celibate from the touch of man's destruction and pollution. People looked away as they passed me, they wished not to see my judgments of them. A small boy ran down the path knocking his arm into my side. My stack of books fell into the slush. I felt my blood boil and a vile taste formed in my mouth as I crouched down to retrieve my goods. That was when you came up behind me and reached your precious hands into the cold mush on the ground, retrieving my lost treasures. Your long dainty fingers wrapped around the broken spines of my favorite novels, your silky skin, the delectable color of milk freshly squeezed from the udder, intertwined with the cream of the old book pages. I turned my head to look at you. Your long flowing mane blocked your face from me, a curtain of golden sunbeams to hide the masterpiece I was awaiting. You turned your face to me wiping away your hair, a youthful glow of happiness and innocence overwhelmed me. Your eyes were two opalescent sapphires to which not even the Hope Diamond could compare. You smiled, crinkling your lightly freckled Grecian nose. Sweet girl, those are not just freckles though, they are angel kisses, or kisses from one angel to another. "Here." Your voice was a melody playing upon my heart strings. Your hand reached towards me holding the books and I nearly fell back into the nasty snow.
New York City. A city fueled by a world of opportunities and the millions of dreamers, driven by ambition and passion, who dared to take a step into the competitive race, yearning for a chance to be a part of the reason for the city’s famous reputation.
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The Bedsheet Ghost
Since the Covid-19 outbreak began, families remain concerned about the health and well-being of their loved ones. Due to the economic implications of the pandemic, many families are also feeling the financial crunch. Not wanting to deprive children of the traditional Halloween experience, most parents are opting for a safe, affordable Halloween. When it comes to celebrating Halloween, what children really want is a costume that doesn’t compromise on scare factor. It can be argued that all a trick-or-treater really needs to embody Halloween’s most iconic figure is a white linen and a pair of scissors.
Rock & Howl
Did you know this Halloween (October 31, 2020) it will be this month’s 2nd Full Blue Moon? The perfect combination for all the ghost and ghouls to come out and play. And even more fitting for a werewolf set out and prowl the night! Well what do you say? Are you ready to…
The Life of My Father
A poor family, we grew up in the land of the Great Depression. Hit hard, we were forced out of our already-broken home and that was where it happened. My father, he began to cough up blood one morning. My mother was nowhere to be found and I, a girl no older than twelve, was roaming around the shack looking out for wild birds with a younger brother sitting on the grass, picking leaves with a stick. I could hear my father coughing and the sound of the blood coming out of him. Though, it was probable that at the age I was, I was not sure that anything was horribly wrong. Death was fairly common to see, hear and witness - and even though I had become more or less normalised to it. I never thought my father would die. But he did. Later that day, sometime in the early afternoon to the sound of my mother crying out the Lord’s name in her sombre, melancholia before it all fell silent and still. Even the wind itself seemed to stop moving the leaves upon the grass. My brother dropped his stick and we both stepped back inside, my father’s lifeless body laying slain by tuberculosis upon the counter top. My mother, heartbroken.
Make you mine
A shriek of terror But do not fear. A face like a heart will lead you here. Soft and silent, follow my path Across the acres, the pine tree swath.
The Walls of My House
My house is quite peculiar. Before moving in I found it to look quite normal but after living in it for a few days now, I've found a few peculiar things about the house though after I finish this that may be an understatement.
Thunk. Emelia takes a shuddered breath, freezing in her crouched position. I have to be quiet. I have to be. "One, two, three--okay." She lurches forward, hoisting her agile frame horizontally through the metal shaft. The movement is steady and quick. The quicker that she is, the quieter. This much she knows. Worming through the ventilation shaft isn't ideal, but it was the only way to keep her comings and goings undetected.
Remember Our Town? The stage manager could see everything. That gig was a walk in the park. My city is New Orleans. MENDACITY
Pallid Airs and Lost Highways
It wasn’t customary to have the Sheriff’s office as busy as it was that Wednesday evening, at best it was usually the man himself with a few drop-ins of his deputy and a few drunks they kept in a cell overnight, but these were hard times and in these hard times something needed to be done, a change needed to occur in the Northeast and in New England. It was just that none of the men of the law knew the edge of the world started in Newcomb, New York in the office of Sheriff Bruce Hemmitt.
It’s all a bit of a spectacle. Fifty boys, who might say men, hands in pockets of first worn suits. All fifty will tell anyone who listens that suits are for tossers and dancing for women. Except tonight. Tonight the rules are different. Sure, they’re hiding it; the enthusiasm, the quiet pride they haven’t felt before. They’re nudging elbows awkwardly, laughing sporadically at a poorly chosen set of tails, ‘a stuck up penguin’. Some are even huddled together, swapping in low voices, the decade old rumour about the debutant who had died, alone, fifty metres and ten years away - ‘no friends so she fuckin’ haunts the place’.
Underrated Horror Movies
The Barrens (2012) Stephen Moyer (True Blood) and Mia Kirshner (The Black Dahlia) star in this obscure flick that probes the mythos of The Jersey Devil. A father takes his strained family on a camping trip to the Pine Barrens, hoping it will bring them closer together, as well as rendering it a memorial trip dedicated to his father. After a campfire story about The Jersey Devil, the father begins acting strange and the trip quickly takes a turn for the worst. This crafty movie that utilizes the atmosphere of isolation and the lore surrounding the Pine Barrens is a twisty psychological ride.
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