My Stories
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Diary of a Vampire; Chap. 4 |
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Diary of a Vampire; Chap. 3 |
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Diary of a Vampire; Chap. 2 |
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Diary of a Vampire |
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Turned to Tail |
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The Carnival of Terror |
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Something in the Dark |
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Fire |
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A Solid Shadow |
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Rant #1: Impulse to Write |
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Fear |
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Fear II |
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My Crackhead Dream |
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Never Coming Home |
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A Solid Shadow
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I stood in the middle of the school field, dying dirty grass crinkling underneath my feet. Thinking of all the memories that this field holds. All the memories with you and me. And how, it seems, that they are only memories and nothing more, and nothing more will come of this.
I stood by myself, all alone on the empty field, all alone except for my shadow that stood before me, but the shadow was not an image on the ground, as usual shadows are. It stood, upright, in front of me. I could sense its mass and weight. It took a solid form, my solid form. It was shaped exactly like me. The short wavy hair, the shirt that was two sizes to big for me, and even my skinny wrists and long fingers. But its eyes where yellow, instead of hazel, and it had a smile on its face, which I had not.
I stared at it for the longest time, both of us unblinking. That smile on its face, that hideous smile that I began to hate, and wanted to whipe it off this things face. I watched and waited for it to do something. Attack me, talk to me, leave me, but it stood frozen, unmoving, doing nothing.
When my patience finally gave up, and I could no longer bear it, I raised my hand to reach out and touch it. It raised its hand in unison. Mimicking me, it moved exactly perfect to the way I was moving. I slowly moved my hand toward it, afraid and curious at what will happen. Will it destroy me, consume me, make me nothing? What was it? Was it my concience, my guilt, my sorrow? I didnt know, and I never learned. Just kept moving my fingers closer and closer to this thing...this beast. Our finger crawled slowly, this things hair and clothes where even blowing in the wind exactly the same as mine, our chest moving with breath in unison.
When our fingers where inches apart, a voice called out from behind me. I recognized the voice as soon as I heard it, joy filled me, and I was scared to turn around, fearing another monster, another lie. I turned slowly, and my lips formed a smile when I saw you. You, the love of my life, smiling at me, standing beside the tree where we used to eat lunch every single day, the smile I love oh so much. Happiness broke free as if it had been locked away for years apon years. Tears nearly sprang to my eyes, and I started running toward you. Wanting to say something, but nothing would come. To many words to say.
Everything about happy and joy stopped dead as something black darted from underneath my feet. I stopped running, I stopped smiling, I even stopped looking at you. My mind went totally blank.
I had forgotten about the shadow figure of me. And by the smile still on your face, you never saw it. For three split seconds the beast turned into the form of an ordinary shadow, sped under me, under you, and then slowly rose out of the ground, like a bubble in a pool of lava. Its tail never ended, it stayed on its path, and we both now stood on a stripe of black, a stripe of nothing. In an instant my heart sunk from happiness and was plundged into dread.
The smile on your face didnt die as mine did. You hadnt noticed, you didnt notice what was going on around you. Completely oblivious. The shadow had moved behind you, and its hideous grin was getting wider and wider, and its hands moving up your back, its claws forming around your neck. I wanted to run toward you, to save you, to scream at this monster, but I was frozen, I could do nothing. The only thing moving was my heart and the tears falling from my face. I could only watch as monsters wicked smile grew larger.
And thats when I started to fall, into the black, into the nothing. You and the monster rising out of view, until everything was black, everything was nothing. I fell and fell, and all I could think about was what that thing was doing to you, and how I could do nothing. I felt like nothing, and my heart wanting to feel nothing as well.
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| On September 9th 2007 Toxxicduck Said: |
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| This was a dream I had. I think some parts are pretty much desiphering it itself. |


