They're Just So Darn Cute
I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach 6th Grade, but I quickly realized that was a mistake. 6th grade is where the cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and the kids truly learn how to be terrible to each other. By that age, they're corrupted by gruesome videos on the internet and their peers crudely explaining sex to them. They have no respect for authority and no desire to learn.
No. 2nd grade children are far better. Their parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, drinking in all tha...
The Pile of Photographs
A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band.
Sh picked them up, and as she walked she started to browse. The first Photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldn't make out his features.
The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack, and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer.
The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly. With each one the man in the picture came a bit closer and his features were a bit clearer.
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 148
Words to be used
Did you talk to your mom yesterday,
like you do every night?
Did you bring the yellow flowers like you did every Sunday?
Did you put the fairy lights away that used to illuminate your desk?
Do you look forward to going to the orphanage anymore?
Do you still find children adorable?
Have you found a way to keep away the pernicious creatures like cockroaches,
Out of your bathroom?
Do you still think suicide is for cowards?
Do you hear me talking to you from the kitchen sink?
Do you hear me call out your name when the fan whizzes?
Do you see my reflection ...
Laying in bed,
cozy and warm;
under the covers
when I realized
I may not
locked the door.
It’s all way over there.
I tried to reason my way
out of getting up
I sure can be
tried to tell myself
there's no need,
everything is fine,
no one is coming here..
my good ole imagination
starts to kick into overdrive
and .. well.. yeah,
I've gotta get up
and lock the doors.
unnecessary risks .
I wish I felt
a little less vulnerable...
even with two Great Danes
I'm still ...
The soothing delirium setting in,
Dense liquor falling thin,
right into the bloodlet wound,
Evil was being poured into the bowl,
little did i know,
the same blood would draw,
the pentagram in the rituals,
and wound be served as the gateway for evil,
to enter its host....ME!
a man standing in the distance
as you’re walking through the woods
you don’t think of it
you look back
and he is no where to be seen
you look in front of you
you become face to face with your killer
he’s holding a knife
you can feel his breath against your face
he slits your throat
you’ve finally escaped this world
and you’re finally...
(Awake From Your Night)
Screams in rage, while blinded by the blood on her face.
Clueless of its occurrence, but no regret of this phase.
Shattered glass lye in front of the door, but there’s no blood on the floor.
Drip drop, it’s cold to the touch.
Vivid memories of this day which ended in lust.
There’s no end.
Her HELL has awoken.
Her breathe trembles of anxiety.
Her mind steady lies the thee.
Mind: “Nothing is wrong with you, nothing happened.”
Alexx: “Why am I bloody?”
Mind: “It’s all fake buddy”
Alexx: “Then why does it reek of iron?”
Mind: “What could I say, you have a knack for realism my child. This is your life. Your profession is sight, though you doubt your own mind. I’m...
Today everyone is forgetting the scariness of Friday the 13th. Including me. This is really nice. I mean, as a human being starting to grow and reach the adultness, I think I have enough to be scary about already.
A Night to Remember...
As usual, I was on the way to home via Metro and there were so many seats empty. I sat on a corner seat and started playing game on my cell. It’s just a matter of 5 station when I reach nearest metro station to my home. I was busy in clearing the stage on my cell and all of a sudden I realised that someone is watching at my cell phone very eagerly. I lifted my face towards the same direct and saw a lady watching my game. Moreover, I was surprised because there were still many seats empty to sit but she chose to stand in the corner and grab a support pillar.
It was usual as I have seen many people are watching what others are doing while traveling. I t...
"You see a thing is on the loose, hunting and eating the soul off of its victims. Stay the hell out of the streets for it may come for you too"
Hands shook, voice gone, forced drugs down my throat. Control was lost, I was floating above my body barely able to will myself to walk. They knew I was in a haze, they knew I could not fight or scream. I stumbled my way to the bathroom. They were waiting... My head hit the floor as they pushed me into the bitter cold tile. I couldn't comprehend what was happening completely but somehow I still knew. I remember my wrists burning as they held my arms, I remember my back and thighs feeling like ice, I remember feeling a weight on top of me and the air leaving the room. I remember a voice I could feel against my ear and cheek. Then, as quickly as it started, it was over. I remember a bright ligh...
She wakes to find herself in a dark room. The moonlight through the window casting shadows on the wall. Her heart begins to race, her mind searching for clues. She wonders how she got here. The last thing she remembers was getting home from work.
She sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. A cold breeze flows around her body. A chill goes up her spine. She tries to shake it off and puts her bare feet on the icy cold floor. She realizes at that moment she is only wearing a shear night gown. It is nothing she would ever own or even wear by choice.
She moves slowly across the floor searching for an exit. Feeling around the walls in the pale moonlight only to find she is trapped. Panic sets...
What are you? where are you? Are you coming for me? I feel you near. He claims that my end will come by his hands, yet he fails. Will he ever succeed? Will rescue come for me? A glimmer of hope flickers on occasion, but is quickly snuffed out every time. I fear his success, I fear that he will be my end and I will leave the rest of my children motherless, I fear I will leave my husband a widower. The hardest thing is I have no escape. So for now I will wait, wait for a time when this will end.
He stands helpess,
The hand of a monster gripping the cause of his death,
Being dragged into the dark abyss,
To become one of them.
To collect the souls of innocent lives,
To give them the end,
Those words you say cut like knives,
But let's not pretend,
That your conscience is clear,
It's Weighing you down,
But of course you don't have a clue,
That as the numbers of souls you collect increase,
Your humanity does decrease,
As everyday passes,
The more of a monster you become.
The coldest days of the war
(A thriller story about violence)
I'm not sure. I'm chock for what happened. I saw her face, very familiar to me, in a party of my friend near Duque de Caxias and now she's murdered.
M-U-R-D-E-R-E-D. For what? For who? Anybody knows. The Television only shows that. Death, blood, nothing compares to the oldest years with Music on Television to relaxing in the dark days.
The investigators look at everyone. They want answers, only answers, cause if they don't happen, if the answers don't showed they closed the case: the only way to solve that will gone like "It's over, we won't find before and we don't open it again" and she'll gone to cemetery without peac...
A cold breeze gently passed him by caressing his cheek. He squinted. His eyes strained to see through the dark. The Dark.
The wind tousled his long hair across his face as he trudged on against the spine chilling cold.
The forest was covered in a thin layer of silver moonlight that hovered over the sleeping branches and leaves of trees, leaving the slightest distance of modesty, not penetrating the canopy any further, allowing darkness to thrive underneath.
The echo of a wolf's howl stirred a shiver within him, while the defiant wind whistled mischievously through the trees.
He wished to run, to escape the pervasive darkness. But how.
He wished to see through it.
But the eyes of th...
She wanted to dress differently this Halloween.
Unluckily, she belonged to the wrong side of the mirror.
4a.m. Conversations between Your Whiskey and My Hot Chocolate
"And you still call him your best friend?" he asked as he sat beside her, sharing her blanket. He wasn't sure if the terrace was the right place, but somehow the early winter winds of October felt nice against the skin, with her in that sort of proximity.
"He knows me better than I know myself. Even today. It has almost been a decade with him," she said rubbing her cold palms together.
"That decade of yours, includes an entire year of you crying in vain for him, every single day," he said as taking her cold hands and pressed between his warm hands. "That man broke your heart."
"Such bonds, they neither come easy, no...