I hope everyone had a safe and adventurous Halloween!
I think one of the most horrifying and insidious acts a so called human being can do to another human being is the act of betrayal to a survivor of abuse. I’m talking ANY and all abuse defining betrayal by discrediting their story, shaming them, labeling them or otherwise using against them in a way to perpetuate further psychological damage or to utilize a
a form of manipulation to their advantage..
I’m pretty big on picking up red flags since my last relationship and the most recent one had a few BIG ONES only this time I didn’t allow myself to be drug down or pulled under but instead kept a safe distance to watch as it would all unfold..
Just as I suspe...
YOU MADE ME.
Do you remember?
Why would you?
Inconsequential for you.
Just a game where you went from one person to another.
A epitome to the West world you said.
Chill, It's just a Heartbreak Nothing that cannot be fixed with some whiskey.
Well it did fix a few things.
Now you'll remember.
When your beautiful face smashes over the infinite mirrors I planted all over this room.
When you wouldn't understand what's making your face wet, if it's the blood or tears.
An ode to the West world I tell you.
Same as yours. While you took the easy path. I made tough choices.
There's no turning back for me now.
As for you, You shall have your last bath.
When you are done with that...
It's funny that watching you cry soo much.
Remember when we were little younger,
I made the mistake and you'd get beaten up for it?
Oh those days.
Oh and the dog, dad's favourite one, it was me.
I slit it's throat, oh the blood all over my face. I could just drown in his sorrow .
They thought you did it Hahahahahhahaha.
*Sudden change in mood to grim*
I feel jealous.
I do all the work and you get credit for it Johnny boy. *Shouting*
Not for Johnny boy, not fair.
It's time that I end this umm what should I say? The love hate? Na that's too cliched.
Oh never mind. Words *sigh*
Never find it when you need it.
It's time I took what was rightly mine Johnny boy.
It's time for the rationa...
Dear horror story lovers,
It is my birthday Tomorrow, and as every birthday party even today me and my friends assembled at my place, took some booze and dozed off, suddenly in mid of the night I saw someone in the garden. I stepped down to see who was it. It was Rahul, my friend. But who was speaking to, that too facing the bushes. All I could see was endless darkness. I went near him and called him. He turned around and was totally terrified. I could sense a fear in his voice. His face turned pale and in no time he just fainted out, their itself. I didn't understood what was happening. Then I turned towards the bushes, I actually saw an image. A blurred image, it was a person. Crippled an...
I think that happiness is a scary thing!
As you grow up, as life starts getting complicated and multifaceted, happiness also becomes rare and unattainable.
So when you are actually happy to that level,
When it reaches From your lips to your eyes, when it vibrates through your body, when no part of you remains untouched and for that one moment you feel nothing but happy. It's scary, its fucking scary because you know the moment will pass and it will haunt and it will not come back soon.
Happiness is a scary thing because when you know what it means to be truly happy. You refuse to settle for less, you daydream of the dsy you were truly happy.
Happiness is a scary thing! One moment its there ...
It’s an other night again and she’s against the clock, to lock her thoughts and throw em’ away in the nooks and corners of her wits.
After the unsuccessful strive to turn off her think island and enter in to the merry go round land of nightmares.
She thought, which one of them is better?
The island filled with sinking hopes, respiring despair and exerting exhilaration , or those nightmares filled with jitters, fulminations and heinous every night.
May be I’d rather say, there’s always little bit of both.
Thoughts never end, and far out those eye lids fall.
Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar's music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend's phone to call mine.
After two rings someone answered, gave out a low rasp giggle, and hung up. They didn't answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home.
I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it ....
We had agreed to meet halfway to talk (this would be our first person to person visit since the weekend of May 11-13,2018 and we broke up at 9:33pm on my birthday June 9,2018 because he totally blew it off and never even bothered to call or acknowledge me) and at this time, he has finally agreed to surrender the title to the Chevy Tahoe I had been driving since April 2018.. so we met up at a hotel in Devil’s Lake,ND but it was so late he was asleep when I arrived and I had no idea what fresh hell lay in store for me that fated early morning...
Little did I know that words we exchanged were to be futile, his sense of self and ego would rage, there would be n...
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...