Mercury Z. Fugere
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One of the best things we have is our imagination. In the words of Robin Williams; "You're only given one little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.".
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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It couldn't be. The flesh on my face was a rotted greenish grey, a large piece of flesh is missing from the juncture where my shoulder meets my neck, dried blood stains my clothes, my eyes looked clouded over and bluish, my hair a mess, and my clothes torn in multiple places. I stood there studying my reflection, and then looked at the empty bathroom behind me: it looked normal and untouched. The door was still locked, there was no sound coming from outside other than the occasional footsteps echoing in the hallway, and the chatter of nurses from their desks a twenty feet away from the bathroom.
By Mercury Z. Fugere3 years ago in Horror
Broken Glass
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. What stared back at me from beyond the glass could have ben described as an eldritch monstrosity by some, nightmare fuel by others, grotesque by most, and to a select few, awe inspiring. Inky black flesh stretched over a skeletal frame, two heads on the same neck; one wearing a white actor's mask with empty eyes and vacant smile in addition to a set of antlers resembling those of a white tail deer, the other an amalgamation of mouths, teeth, and eyes. Tentacles branched out from its back, and for a moment, it seemed as though they were moving.
By Mercury Z. Fugere3 years ago in Horror
Specter
I met him under strange circumstances when I was 13. By strange I mean one minute he wasn't there, the next he was. He had black hair that hung down to his shoulders, dark hazel eyes framed by long lashes, an angular face, pixie nose, thin pink lips, and medium build. He was average in almost every respect of the word, other than his skin which was pale as virgin snow. He wore a black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and a dark grey long sleeved shirt, his feet were bare.
By Mercury Z. Fugere3 years ago in Fiction
Fragility
I forget how fragile you are. Underneath it all, you're like me: cracked in a few places, but held together with some kind of adhesive. I love that about you; your ability to put on a brave face and power through whatever life has to throw at you. I guess that's why I forget how fragile you are. You've conquered so much inner turmoil, and have fought through so many external battles, and as a result, they've left you scarred but not broken.
By Mercury Z. Fugere3 years ago in Humans
Sing
Chapter One Marcher was a year older than me when we met. I was 11. He had kind, tired, hazel eyes, short bone-white hair, pale skin, small teeth, and an almost permanent crooked smile. He was taller than me, and he pointed it out nearly constantly, but it always made me laugh. We lived together in the Mansion; a large blue house with two floors and a large garden behind it, nestled in a corner of the Forest close to the Beach. The Forest covers a moderate portion of the highest outer part of the Mindscape, and spreads from the Mansion halfway to Neon City. As for the Mansion itself, think of the house from Casper, only blue and hardwood with a lot more windows. There was so much light in that house when the sun was shining, and we would all go out and enjoy ourselves whenever we had the chance. Marcher and I would blow bubbles, or play tag, and sometimes we would just walk and not say a word to each other. Most of the time, though, we stayed inside the Mansion. After a while, though, the grey skies didn’t go away, and we all stayed inside.
By Mercury Z. Fugere3 years ago in Fiction
Sympathy For the Devil
I always had too much sympathy, and unfortunately, I think I always will. people have told me that it's a weakness, that I'm too kind. That may be true, but it also may be what saved my life. I met Frank on accident, and why he didn't take my life is beyond me.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
The Swarm
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now though, there are swarms of them; mosquito sized, flying, fire breathing lizards. People barely leave their homes now, in fear of suffering from multiple bites from small, shark toothed mouthes, or burns suffered from the tiniest of flamethrowers. On the plus side, they eat most nuisance flying insects, so I guess they’re not all bad. Who am I kidding, they flew off with my dog For Pete’s sake! I’m terrified of them, even though they‘re tiny.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Fiction
The End.
After the dinosaurs, and far after evolution had taken its course, humanity was a small, infantile race staring at the rest of the universe; dumbly, in awe. A few centuries had passed, and in that time, humans had discovered that the planets and stars held sway over how days passed, or how the season changed. Soon after, there we new inventions; telescopes, calendars, sun dials, and so forth were brought into existence. After a millennium had passed, exploration began; satellites, space rovers, and many other things came into existence as a result of technology. We had been able to send a man to the moon, and astronauts out into space for long periods of time, and were in the process of developing space travel for general admittance, when they came.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
Will You Defeat Them?
Freedom. It feels like flying, like being able to run, and just keep running with no one to tell you when to stop or that you've gone far enough. It's the feeling of sunlight on your face as you smile at the sky, its the feeling of rain hitting your skin for the first time in far too long, inspiring you to dance.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Psyche
It's outside my apartment door, and I don't know what to do
My partner and I have been together for half of a year, and I spend a fair amount of time at his apartment, and I'm still adjusting. There's so many little noises, like doors closing, footsteps in the room next door, the television on in the apartment below... I could go on. There are a few noises that I could live without hearing, but that's just me, otherwise they're kind of soothing.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
