Somefreakoverthere

She is beautiful in the same way that a broken mirror is beautiful- In just the right light, she shines like nothing else, but the spell always breaks once you reach out to touch her and find yourself with broken skin that gently oozes blood. Look, but don't touch. That's one of the few things you remember about her. She paints her lips red and compared to the washed-out pallor the rest of her takes on, the red is the most extraordinary thing. Bright as blood, neat and precise. Every time you see her, she's checking her make-up and adjusting the face she shows the world. A little of the same white foundation here, a touch of dark grey eyesha

Oh, but for the symphony that is life! My body screams and sways for it, clutching for whatever will remind it that it lives. It begs for breath, food, sustenance, whatever will sustain that makes my soul sing. I rear my head back as pain arrives- Oh, blessed pain! It comes to me, slicing through numb flesh with sharp and blunt blade alike, smiling all the while. The water breaks over my head as I arise into clarity, reminded all the while of my life for that glorious ache. Pain, pain, pain: How I wish I knew thee. I curl myself around that strange throb and howl to my hearts content, ushering more of it within myself with a sense of kinshi

On every side, there was silence. A screaming, thrashing, half-baked sort of silence that serves to put all it encounters on edge, a raw lack of sound. It tore it's way across the world, howling out a requiem with no noise for all those who met it. Behind that wave of silence marched a rolling, boiling surge of colour. Dull greys fought and ebbed alongside violent blues and murky greens. Sickly yellows battled for the lead with lifeless purples, bright oranges and dark reds merged and blended until they couldn't be told apart. Behind all this, pushing it all onwards is a colour that cannot be given description. At best, it is black. At wors

They sat back to back, the circular chamber silent. Above them, there was a vast crack in the ceiling. In the centre of the floor, there was a large depression, as if there was something there that had been snatched away. "You can talk to me, you know." He whispered, looking at the floor. "You do know that, right, Ese?" "Do-Dooooon't...." Was the only response he got. Prime sighed. "What's wrong, Ese?" "Happened.....WrooOOONGgg...." She rasped in response. He frowned, looking around at the shattered mirrors on the wall and over the floor before going pale. "Did you....Oh god, Ese, did you try and get out only to be yanked back in?" He wh

This place is a ruin, a beautiful disaster that fire tried and failed to claim. The plaster on the walls is cracked, the paint flaking. The scent of ash is cling to everything here, not disturbed by wind. Silence rules over everything here. It's alive in it's own way, saturated in energy. I love it, and I've only just come to here. I take one hesitant step, and the silence breaks as a whispered echo from the past sounds out instead of a footstep. I take another. And another. I can't understand those echoes, no matter how hard I listen. I reach a dead end in the shape of a wall of debris, and turn to go the other way, only to realize there i

Everybody blames me for their problems. I don't know why I became such a target, or how I even came to their attention...But know all I see everywhere at pointing figures and accusing stares. The silence is only broken by their whispers. They demand so much. I can't keep up with it all. So now I'm curled up in the corner, weeping as they pass me by. I don't need to look to feel the filthy looks they give me. I curled up tighter and buried my head further. Oh god somebody is coming towards me. I shudder and cover the back of my head with my arms, waiting for them to start giving me my orders and I can't take this any more. I brace myself

Didn't you listen when they said to stay on the path? Tod woke up screaming again, for the third time that week. She didn't know why that dream scared her so much: it was a dream, for pities sake! Caused by her mind processing what had happened over the day by turning it into gibberish. Except she woke up screaming after a repeat nightmare. You've been a very naughty girl... There had been a woman, standing under a willow tree next to a lake. Grey light filtered down through the overcast sky, making the water darl and murky. Frustraighted, she lay down and started to try and calm herself down. She'd walked over....And then what? Well, l

He hated how pathetic he'd become. How weak, how utterly paranoid he was now. He couldn't even go get something to eat without it giving away where he was, and he'd come to dread what happened after he found him. It had seemed only logical then, for him at least, to stop eating. The one who had driven him to it wouldn't find him that way, so it made perfect sense. And it had worked up to a point, where he started to feel sick and his sight went all blurry. So here he was, the once proud scientist reduced to a nervous wreck, forcing a lump of meat down his throat as fast as he could before he was caught. He hated himself for acting how he wa