And I am Nightmare
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Six feet under
“I’d love to take you out sometime. Said the dark haired boy “I have a boyfriend.” I told him, like I did everyone. It was twenty six flights up to my room again. And another twenty six minutes spent sobbing on my bed. When I had finally composed myself to come look in the mirror. Oh. My makeup was running in streaks down my face, and even my contacts had popped out from all the tears. The absence of makeup and contacts left this face in the mirror. The dead eyes, milky blue and cracked. The skin, the complexion of a corpse, which was fitting. And the forever pictured wound that had been frozen in time on her forehead. It didn’t hurt anymore. It had only hurt the first time. When that man had bludgeoned me to death in that alley way, looking for money that I didn’t have. To be honest, I hadn’t particularly minded. After my Alex had drowned in the lake the previous week, I hadn’t eaten anything. As I died, I remember feeling almost glad. I’d be able to see Alex again. But it was not to be. Fate laughed at us. Here I was, in the world of the living, forced to paint my face and act like I was still alive. And Alex was somewhere else entirely, and the closest I could get to him was that grave. So I left my makeup compacts open on the table and left. It was a short walk to his graveyard. I had made sure of that. I brought roses. I knew they would wilt and die, but his grave was too dry to grow anything. It never rained here.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
My nine year old self and all my enemies
*This is a true story, but the names of people inside of it have been changed. How i wish I didn't have to do that and expose them!(:*I was seven when I had my first real enemy. I’d always been mama’s easy child, the one who got good grades and loved to bake and was so sweet. But then I started interacting with people outside of my family. Before The Friends Problem came up, my family lived in eastern Mongolia, where we worked with an orphanage there. Being really little, of course I hadn’t learned the language, and living in a tiny, off the map town, there weren’t any other kids who spoke English to play with. But I didn’t mind. I had four siblings and an awesome “Atta” (Mongolian grandfather), who was more than will to play dolls with me and my sisters or give us a show by slaughtering sheep in the front yard. We loved that. We’d take our plastic camping chairs and sit in the minus twenty degree weather watch the little animals guts spill out. Hey, we were kids, what do you expect? Besides that, I had my bestie, my older-by-two-years brother, and we told each other everything and spent the days riding baby goats and eating them for dinner. My life was a happy one, and then we moved again.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Confessions
My Clan: Chapter four
BY THE TIME I reached the Castle again, I can see that Phoenix’s smile has soured to a sneer. His eyes are bloodshot and Obsidian looks worried. That at least is good news. Crimson arrives just before me, his wings tucked behind his back.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Leonx
Melissa!” “Help us!” “Wolf! It’s a wo-“ Melissa ran through the house, desperately trying to find her parents. She could feel it, the breath of it’s thick paws against the earth. Once again she cursed the house the lived in, greater in size than in love. She tore down doors, ripped counters, overturned tables with a strength she didn’t know she had. And then she finally found it, but far too late. Her parents were gone, that was for sure. But a wolf stood in the middle of the room, his bloody teeth bared. And then it turned and leaped towards her. For a minute he held her down, dark fur soaked with blood brushing against her skin. She nearly screamed, but she couldn’t, her throat filling with hate instead of terror. He could kill her now, his red teeth leaning towards her neck, but she would not go without a fight. She grabbed the nearest thing, a meat cleaver, and brought it high. The ear was cut almost in half, just a tiny sliver of skin keeping it on. More blood spilled onto her face.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
My Clan: Part three
THE CROWN CLAN has the most beautiful spot on the planet. The ground is run with fresh meadows, lake, rivers, ponds, and has practically all the food you can want: if you’re willing to get up and get it. That is the problem with the Crown clan. Nobody takes advantage of the beautiful land they are on. They’re all scholars. Law and reading and writing and equations and constant crouching over books and numbers. I don’t know how they can stand it. Still, they have bothered about making it beautifully, and that almost makes up for it. Across rolling meadows, tiny waterfalls, creeks with multiple rainbows overhead, lies a golden castle. Jewels have been encrusted into the side of the majestic building: sapphires and emeralds. Several turrets rise in golden splendor from the base of the golden castle. At night it’s sliver. I’ve only been there at night once. I don’t have much time to admire the sparkling beauty of it, though. I pull Sapphire onto the nearest open drawbridge, hop off, and run into the castle without so much as a second thought. I almost immediately run into security.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Two: The Daily Events in the Life of a Supervillain
I was late again. The moment I set foot in Mr. Brendan’s chemistry class, I knew it. He gave me a look that said everything, and I knew I would be seeing him after class. Again. Oh well, the four thousand dollars I’d gotten from Mortmier city bank was worth it. Layla hadn’t even been around.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
The Carmine House
He talked about everything there was, and more. He relayed to Elvira the entire history of the Carmine House, which she laughed at and asked him where on earth he got his information. She then continued to tell him the story the way she had heard it.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
Bury a friend
“This is your counselor, Mrs. Adams.” Even she flinched and looked away. I hated them all. I hated my parents for sending me away to stupid criminal school, even if I had done what I’d done. I hated the headmistress. The kid who was going to be assigned to show me around. This stupid school was built for kids who had serious problems. Most them were gang bosses, abusive siblings, kids who had hosted big heists. But none of them were anything like me. None of them had killed someone.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
Copycat
“And the Purge starts in… three minutes!” I click off the TV and turn to my friend Macy. “Let’s go.” She says, giving me a fanged grin. We both fling our bags over our shoulders and go to meet my boyfriend Malakai. He’s waiting for us on the street corner. The government does the Purge once a year. It’s me and Macy’s favorite bonding time. All crimes are legal for twelve hours. See, we had a problem with over population a few decades ago. The Government looked into it, and found that the number one death cause in the world was murder. So they set up the purge, and sure enough, death rates rocketed. Things started to go normal again.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
