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ParanoiaTurn out the lights
But don't embrace the night
Venture into the unknown
But don't stray alone
Take one step forward,
But be aware that something follows
Your blankets will swallow
Your pillows will sooth your troubled thoughts
Until your eyes start to rot
The fear keeps you awake and aware
Because of all the things that freak or scare
You will surely come to haunt you
And watch you as you sleep
A face in the dark
A scream near the park
A voice on the wind
Yet nothing to find
Do not look in the mirror,
For there may be something there
With blood-soaked hair
And a machete or crowbar in hand
Where death is their demand
Just wait, was that a knock at the door?
Do you hear something crawling across the floor?
Has that window always been cracked?
Do you even dare to fall asleep?
Drift off into dreamland
So then you'll understand
Why your phobias haunt you
That nightmares certainly can be true
Two In The MorningWell, as of right now,
Today hasn't technically started!
It's after two in the morning,
Not even dawn has broken yet,
So I cannot deem it to be "tomorrow"
Or "today" until I see that morning sun.
I know it will come sooner than I expect,
But right now it is dark,
And I am cold,
And I am alone.
I still have my cat for company.
Fire &hellip; everywhere. BlaFire … everywhere.
Blazing black and orange flames danced all around me, glazing atop the burning tables and climbing up the beige plaster walls. The scattered paper ignited easily, creating tiny, white glowing butterflies appear, soaring gently in the air, blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded them. The roof began to cave in, several broken light fixtures plummeting down to the ground as the building continued to incinerate.
I stood alone on one side of the scorching room - my white long-sleeved, knee-length dress splattered with blood and smothered in ash, my hair knotted and flailing in front of my face - while my enemy held the person I loved most in a strong chokehold. Tears threatened to pour from my eyes, which had long since turned a dangerous crimson colour, but I didn’t dare allow the fear to show on my features. If I were to show any sign of weakness, my enemy would most likely use it to his advantage, perhaps as a ploy to string me along into his twis
Mindsweeper - Chapter 1Mindsweeper
Just keep moving, Ricky Just keep moving
I repeatedly chanted those words in my mind as I ran through the forest in a mad fury. My breath was short and gruff, the need for oxygen becoming more of a necessity every second. My brown button-up was just about drenched as sweat dripped down my face, sliding uncomfortably along my backside and into my socks. The muscles in my legs began to give out, ready to shut down completely so I wouldn't be able to move another step. Nevertheless, I continued to run as fast as I possibly could.
Just keep moving God damn it, don't slow down!
I didn't know how long I had been sprinting through the forest; could have been hours or days, I really wasn't keeping track. My mind was focused on one thing: to get as far away from him as humanly possible. My efforts may be in vain, but the adrenaline in my blood kept me going. I wasn't going to die tonight. Not in these woods.
Breathe But don't stop Just
You Are Your Own PersonIf I jump off a bridge, would you jump after I do?
Would you follow me to the grave if it only meant you would be like me?
I know you hate happiness
And blood is being drained from your arms
You even cried white tears to emphasize your point
I pity you
Your life is sacred and hurt
The felines' meows turn into growls
As your whines and pleads turn into screams and sobs
Stop playing your twisted game
Look in the mirror and stare at your reflection until your eyes bleed
You are your own person
Anime Tag - One Piece!Anime Tag!
First Step = Pick one of your OCs. I'm gonna' use my OC Kori Eternus
Second Step = Pick 10 roomates, they can be from different fandoms.
#1: Luffy / #2: Chopper / #3: Nami / #4: Usopp / #5: Sanji / #6: Brooke / #7: Cherry (I know she's an OC, too, but whatevs) / #8: Robin / #9: Franky / #10: Zoro
QUESTION ONE ~ You arrive late and turns out the only room available is with 6 (Brooke)! Isn't that great?
Kori: *quirks eyebrow* I'm not gonna' be sleeping tonight anyway, so why should this circumstance matter? *sits in a nearby chair, dropping bag at feet*
Brooke: *stands up* My lovely dark angel! Might I say you are looking quite magnificent tonight! But I have no eyes to see you with! Yohohohohohoho!
Kori: *vein pops on forehead* I can live through this one night ...
Brooke: *stops laughing* And may I see your pan-
Kori: *grabs bag and leaves the room* Nope, can't do it ...
QUESTION TWO ~ After much difficulty and rearranging, your room is switched and you now share a ro
A VoiceYou insist on having no voice
Keeping your secrets locked down
Inside your throat, sealed below
With a melancholy frown
Your eyes refuse to see the
Morning daylight from the sun
You push back that unfathomable
Night and choose to run
Your memory is tainted by
That dreaded night's curse
You say that you're fine
But you're just getting worse
Let me help you, my friend,
In any way that I possibly can
Don't submit yourself to secrecy
Because of some sadistic man
Open your mouth and tell the world
That should have the right to know
Because you're safety is important to me
And I don't want to let you go
Not My VirtueI shouldn't love you, but I have no choice
My heartstrings tug just a little bit every time
Your name enters my depressing thoughts
My face flushes when your beautiful words
Reach down into the sensitive part of my soul
Warming happiness spreads from my head to
My toes when I see you smile
You manage to scare away all the fear and
Doubt that resides within me when I'm upset
Your passionate language throws me off guard
So often that I'm afraid to respond to your message
When I think of the past, so harmful to my spirit,
You think of the future, where our love will play
In the leaves of tomorrow
For forever more
I never thought that I could actually fall in love, with anyone. I believed that the only thing meant for me in life was depression and boredom. But boy was I wrong. My past relationship with Venom had been purely physical, there was no romantic attachment during our time spent together, not really. But being like this with Jack made me rethink my close-minded opinions about love and eternal bliss.
We were alone, having the privacy of the empty "Attic" Room all to ourselves. The others had decided to meet up in the Party Room for the night, but I had insisted that I wasn't up for any excessive fun tonight. They allowed me to go freely back to my cell, but I had secretly snuck off to the 2nd floor instead, hoping to see the full moon rise into the sky that night. However, I hadn't counted on running into Jack on my way there. He, too, wished to see the large, magical orb hover in the sky that evening, so who was I to refuse? We were just best friends watching the m
Everything wrong with the USAEverything wrong with the USA: A Wry Look At An Old Myth
“The USA is the best country in the world!”
No, actually, it is not the #1 country in the world… Unless you count defence spending, incarcerated persons per capita, and Christian fundamentalists.
According to US Economy, a division of About.com that deals with economic news related to the US Economy:
“The U.S. military budget is $756.4 billion for FY 2015. Military spending is greater than Medicare ($529 billion), Medicaid ($331 billion), or the interest payment on the debt ($251). It's also more than the three next largest departments combined: Health and Human Services ($73.1 billion), Education ($68.6 billion) and Housing and Urban Development ($32.6 billion).”
(http://useconomy.about.com/od/usfederalbudget/p/military_budget.htm, ÙS Military Budget)
To put that into further perspective, The Russian government's published 2014 military budget is abo
Essay on The ThingEssay on The Thing
When asked what genre The Birds belonged to, Alfred Hitchcock explained that "if you explain it, it's science fiction, if you don't then it's horror. I don't explain anything, so it must be horror."
This definition is very telling, and it's why The Thing (1982) is a horror movie and not sci-fi.
Horror is a near cousin of the mystery genre, both rely on the unknown. But where mystery is all about unraveling the truth, the scariest thing about horror is never knowing what's actually going on.
Dig into the origin/ inspirations of the film
view everything in it's proper context
John Carpenter, the director, is a horror guy, most famous for making Halloween , so that tells you a lot right away
Nothing exists in a vacuum
The first part of what is known as "The Apocalypse Trilogy". The Thing is followed by Prince of Darkness . The Trilogy was then completed by In the Mouth of Madness .
All are tributes to famed 20th century master of horror : H.P. Lovecraft, in one wa
In The Shadow of LovecraftIn The Shadow of Lovecraft: Defining "Cosmic Horror" as it Pertains to Film
by Gabriel Burch
It is not hyperbole to say that H.P. Lovecraft has had a monumental impact on the evolution of the horror genre. What Tolkien did for fantasy, Lovecraft did for horror. Both writers drew upon ancient traditions to create something altogether new and unique. They created mythology for the 20th century.
Tolkien had High Fantasy, Lovecraft had Cosmic Horror.
but defining what Cosmic Horror actually means is a tricky business, therefore certain elements and tropes of Lovecraft's style must be defined before one can properly understand cosmic horror. Example will come from modern films indebted to Lovecraft, to show how truly pervasive the genre actually is, despite its' lack of academic criticism at the moment.
There are 9 points to look over:
1) Science Fiction Blended With Fantasy
The story is neither wholly science fiction or fantasy, but blends together aspects of both
For Example: A mythical c
Status Quo is God argumentLately it seems as though the trope, "Status Quo is God" has come under heavy fire by almost everyone. You may be thinking that this is going to be a rant saying that this trope is the absolute worst thing in the history of entertainment, but no. Believe it or not I'm actually going to defend it. I was just going to let this all slide until not too long ago, I stumbled upon a comment, by whom I won't say, that said, "..."Status Quo is God" instantly ruins the product. No matter what kind of show it is, having that trope instantly means it sucks." lets just say that that blew my fuse, at that point I pretty much said to myself, "That's it." Now don't get me wrong, there are instances where the trope can be incredibly insulting in cases like the SpongeBob episode, Nautical Novice, or Family Guy killing off Brian only to have him come back. But honestly, many cartoons use this trope to a T.
Let's take a look at that word
Essay for Ms. F.Jonathan Stout
English 4APH Period 7
29 September 2014
“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?”(Shakespeare; As You Like It Act III Scene 5). From Shakespeare’s words I have fallen for this sweet girl of whom I call Nina. I’ve given her all I can, my unadulterated trust, my heart filling compassion, and my strong want and ability to care and nurture for her. I’ll explain these in as fine as detail as my mind will allow, for my love for this fine girl is nothing as I have seen in myself before.
To initiate, I’ll explain the trust I’ve put on her since the first week we brought each other together. If she was my partner through SBURB, ide trust her to get me through to the Medium by any means needed. Be it
moving whatever the hell furniture she needs for me to make a C
The TruthKite Curiosity
29 September 20933 B.C.
Silver's Dream of True Love
Silver Galaxles, a professor in Louisianian Horror Games, expresses the need for Animatronic Equality in her Skype conversation with her peer, Kite Curiosity. As a Rachedealer, she best represents the common American ideal when she mentions that she 'wish[ed] [she] had that jelly sandwich in the game" (silver 17:57) when she witnessed Chica greeting her. This emphasizes the desire she had to quell the animatronic's hunger pains. The sandwich is also a symbol for kindness, as it was used to coax metal chickens to establish harmony for both humans and animatronics, she wishes to bridge the gap between the two different thingamabobs. Beyond a human point of view, she also shows the minority animatronic suffering when she quotes, "dum dum dum dum dum"(17:59). This song sung by Freddy Frazbear, animatronic from Freddy's Pizzeria, is the sad cultural song of the animatronics when the
Pochi giorni dopo la guarigione di Fosca, io era già quasi considerato nella sua casa come una persona di famiglia. Ella aveva saputo trattenermi sì accortamente presso di sé, la sua immaginazione era stata sì feconda di pretesti a questo scopo, che suo cugino, lungi dall'adontarsene, aveva trovata questa intimità naturalissima, e me ne sapeva grado come di una cortesia.
Egli era un uomo semplice e debole. Benché la bruttezza, e più ancora la malattia di Fosca, rendessero impossibile e quasi assurdo ogni sospetto di rapporti amorosi tra noi, le imprudenze di lei erano state tante e sì gravi, che avrebbe pur dovuto avvedersene. Nell'affetto sincero e quasi paterno che egli nutriva per sua cugina, era invece felice di quella specie di sollievo che pareva recarle la mia compagnia, lieto di quell'interesse che io sembrava prendere alle sue sventure.
Egli mi lasciava solo con lei nella sua camera, donde io non usciva spesso che oltre la me
The Price I Pay To LearnImpeccable. Indescribable. Infallible. Ingenious. Insane. These are words, with the exception of infallible, that I never learned in school. Similarly, I never learned the phrase "I will be in great debt until I am dead". Whether I chose post secondary or not, I would some day be stuck in a financial abyss that would not stop sucking at my resources until my great grand children were in poverty and living on the street. Why is the word infallible not irrelevant (another " i" word I didn't learn in school)? Because it perfectly describes the stupidity and trickery of the modern world and education.
Sophisticated complaining. The end result of many years spent writhing and crying through Canadian high school was learning how to ramble and be angry, but in a persuasive and organized manner. This is one of the few adaptable life lessons I got. Here's what applicable life skills I did not get: how to budget and save money, how to speak conversational French, and how to pick a career relevan
An essay I wrote last yearI am not going to do the assignment you gave us. I am not going to write an essay about things that are special about me. Rather, I am going to write about why I shouldn't.
What you are expecting is an average high school student essay about likes and dislikes, hopefully not in a uniform format. This is supposed to be a list essay about things I like, things I don't like, and just other unique things about me. However, I'm not going to do that. What is the point of writing about myself? Who cares what I like or dislike? No one wants to read a bunch of teenagers' papers about what they do in their free time.
Besides, the things I write about won't be unique about me as separate, individual things. There will always be someone else with the same quality, like, dislike, anything, as I do. I could say "I prefer older books, like Watership Down, to the new teenage classics of today." So? There are thousands of other people who feel the same.
I had originally made a list of ways to start thi
Memories I remember being very small while growing up in a large house that seemed to get bigger with each passing day. I would explore as much of the house as I could in one day, climbing over mountainous furniture to see out a high window or stalking monstrous tabby cats in an attempt to play with them.
However, my adventures usually came to an end when I reached the darkest and most disturbing part of the building: the stairs. Those stairs in our house, carpeted in a dirty brown material, always startled me for some reason or another. I'm not sure if it was because there was no source of light along the stairwell, making the hike up to the next level unbearable; or if it was the paintings that hung on the walls, the horrific pictures frightening me in every way possible; or perhaps it was because of the mountain-like trudge to the second floor, something that just very intimidating to a small toddler such as myself at the time.
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