My native dead cityDarkness… Silent, deadly darkness… The city swamping in the arms of the night…My native dead city by darkzombieprincess
It was the city where I was born, but… now it was practically deserted. Collapsing buildings, the stains of blood were here and there, pieces of flesh... Only a few people were still here, who refused to abandon it. Even the public transport still worked for them. I couldn’t understand their behaviour, because now the city belonged to Death itself…
In this deadly night I was standing at the bus stop near the bridge in the city centre, crossing the main river. But I wasn’t alone – there were still three people, two men and a woman, waiting for the bus to come. Everything seemed peaceful, but it was an illusion, because I heard a strange sound, like a silent roar. I began trembling at that sound, because I knew – only one creature can make such horrifying sound. The zombie. A living dead.
I didn’t even manage to turn left, when people started panickin
The Cloth That ConcealsFirst EntryThe Cloth That Conceals by YamiKlaus
I am doing these journal entry’s because there is no were else I can talk freely. Here I can talk freely without anyone knowing who I am or what I look like, I’m not even going to bother putting the dates on my entries because dates don’t mean anything to me, memories do. I just need to get it out.
Another day that brought me down. Today’s criticism was my hair. Lately I have been wearing my hair in a way that people can’t see my eyes. I don’t like people staring at me. I have a hard time looking at them in the eyes too. Everyone keeps asking me why I wear my hair like that; it makes me uncomfortable to answer. No one understands me or the way I am. Sometimes I cut and it makes me feel better for a moment but then the loneliness and sadness comes back. I don’t know.
I met someone who was very outgoing. She approached me and we like the same things. She kind of makes me feel comfortable around her. Idk. Is she being nice to me becaus
Jason Voorhees. Friend Or Enemy?“Is it far till your cottage? We’re driving for hours already!” Andy said in a tired voice.Jason Voorhees. Friend Or Enemy? by darkzombieprincess
“No, we’re nearly here. And don’t exaggerate, Andy, we’re driving not more than an hour. Now turn left!” I replied.
The main road continued till the river, but we turned left, driving through the forest, among several cottages on our way. There were five of us in the car – Andy, his girlfriend Debbie, me, and two more guys, Ryan and Travis, Andy’s friends. The cottage belonged to me, but there were two friends of mine already, who were waiting for our arrival. I told them where the keys are, so they don’t stay outside, because I was busy and couldn’t get there earlier. So I asked Andy and Debbie to give me a lift, because I don’t own a car yet. But I definitely plan to buy one.
Soon enough we were there. My cottage was a two-floored house with a large yard. In addition, there was a tool shed on the left of the ho
INDIVISIBLERiddled, shadowINDIVISIBLE by RJBG
Meeting With a Murderer. Kill Or Be Killed.“Pfff, I’m so tired! And I couldn’t even imagine that it was so late!”Meeting With a Murderer. Kill Or Be Killed. by darkzombieprincess
“Well, yes, we just didn’t glance at the clock too much. If we did, we would be home earlier”.
“All right, Anna, late or not, but we’ve had a great time. Today was one of those rare times when we could go somewhere together, because each of us is busy. And this café that we’ve just been to owns the best baked stuff in the whole city. At least I think so,” Julia said.
“Oh yes, you’re very right,” I added, “it belongs to a French owner, so no wonder that their baked stuff is the tastiest. And always freshly baked, by the way”.
“And my most favourite is crème brûlée that they make,” Anna said, “I usually like things made of eggs, especially if they are cold like this one”.
“Right, that one is pretty good. Although it’s so cold that your teeth grow numb, but damn, it
TARGETS MIMESad,TARGETS MIME by RJBG
Tragedy and a calamity
Giants in my sights
thin line to gather the other side
Wrong way round, upsized down
In size out, right side up
Slides, squeals the under belly pealed back
no laughter's cry
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