After KalkinThe sun doesn't shine anymore. Not that it would illuminate anything worth seeing. It's all gone to hell now. Everything. There is nothing left except gray and poison and broken rocks.After Kalkin
And me. I'm here. But that's about it.
I look up at the sky, trying to see if any of the bombers are still flying. I know they aren't, but I figured I'd check just in case. I can't see anything except the black dust hanging in the air, streaked with red radiation, the deathly remnants of pride…That's what the sky has looked like ever since they sent the first bombs over. I don't know why I'd expect anything different.
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I wa
Phobic: Part 2Every night after that, Claus sat by the window and waited for her to return. The New Year came and went. He watched as ice coated the trees, turning the twigs into glass sculptures to be marveled and wondered at. He watched as the new green buds popped out of the dead brown branches. The grass grew greener and the nights grew warmer, but still Aggie did not return.Phobic: Part 2
Then, one spring night, as he was just about to drift off to sleep, Claus caught a familiar movement in the trees. Aggie stepped out into the warm air and Claus's lawn greeted her, loyal subjects worshipping their queen. She smiled when she saw Claus's pale face press
Phobic: Part 1Claus stared out of the window, peering through the gray Venetian blinds at the swirling snow. He shivered inside his cocoon of down blankets, wool socks, and Snuggies. Just the very thought of snow made Claus cold. He hated it. Those tiny ice crystals, enclosing the ground in a white sarcophagus, freezing and killing everything green and living. It must be what…ten feet deep by now? It would swallow him up! Claus could feel his throat closing as he pictured his little house consumed by snow. No one would discover him until he was nothing but a black, shriveled, frozen mummy. He'd have to eat his own body parts in order to stay alive. &nPhobic: Part 1
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"Imagine Red Death's mask coming to life to express with the four black holes of its eyes, nose, and mouth, the extreme anger, the mighty fury of a demon; and not a ray of light from the sockets, for you can not see his blazing eyes except in the dark..."
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"Imagine Red Death's mask coming to life to express with the four black holes of its eyes, nose, and mouth, the extreme anger, the mighty fury of a demon; and not a ray of light from the sockets, for you can not see his blazing eyes except in the dark..."
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growl mmm!! that try! oh!! my gosh!
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Take a look and enter the "Poetry Screams Prompt Contest" [link]
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"Why would God send all the gays to hell? That would just make hell FABULOUS!"
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"Why would God send all the gays to hell? That would just make hell FABULOUS!"
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"Why would God send all the gays to hell? That would just make hell FABULOUS!"
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Like, right now.
Tom Whitland's older brother. I love it.
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