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wesley snow Jul 04, 2015

Title. Skippyl (horror story draft) New edit.

Orange pips.
Old brick.
I’m not insane
no matter what they say.
I ain’t been nuts a single day.
DW40.
Doorknob.
I've been trapped here quite a while,
but let me tell you of my style
and how the gods have made me serve their will.
Alters.
Scripture.
I read these books you see,
the best.
Idea books. Not like the rest.
Pig tails.
Edison.
You know how long it takes
to brick a wall while watch her shake?
Glad that’s done.
Darkness.
Waiting.

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Barbara Writes Jul 03, 2015

Love Tale (horror story) rough draft

A lonely girl she is
looking searching within,
she thought she found love,
but evil is what she beheld.

Desiring to feel complete
with this one, dark eyes, mysterious,
leathery flesh covers his scales.

Lake flowing, blustery waterfall,
sound of fast rushing water, sudsy white.

Blue skies meets ocean surface,
lost in the moment
she watches a sunset drop, grey skies.

The baby she carries ready to drop,
She remembers the man
of her dream.

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scribbler Jul 01, 2015

GHETTO TALE (horror shop)part 1,2 and 3

Startled awake in a cold sweat
in stuffy heat of mid September
shaking her head, she can't forget
though she'd prefer to not remember
the nightmare of her life now left behind.

The baby cries out once again.
so that's what woke her from her sleep,
the sound of need from his play pen.
She stumbles in the dark to take a peep
at the one good thing in her life.

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alidzain Jul 01, 2015

Return of The Werewolf (Horror Story WS Part 1)

They thought they had killed him
after they had impaled him with blades.
They had bled him and buried him
in an unmarked grave at the glade.

Marcus had sold his soul to the Devil
when wealthy men had shown no mercy.
They had done him a great evil
when they raped and burned his family.

He had sought justice for them
only to be denied by cowardly villagers
In his rage, he was damned
when he became one with the darkness

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China Blue Jun 30, 2015

From The Mist(Horror Story Workshop)

From The Mist

Ancient forrests grew thick and tall
upon this forrest a strange mist would fall
enshrouding all in a shimmering light
casting an eerie glow ,throughout the night

A creature emerges from the mist
with eyes ablaze as he spat and hissed
talons on the end of each sinewy hand
here the beast took it’s final stand

The rotten stench,of burning flesh
is interwoven in the mesh
of this ageless ones being
known by all,yet never seen