Valentine Vampire
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A collection of poetry and short stories :3
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Birthday Blues Of A Blue Planet
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The beauty that encompasses solitude. Empty spaces compose space and time. The vastness of this open area grows, not only in size but also in wonder. For years I've been traversing, exploring, and gazing at fallen galaxies that have long been here and long passed. Waves of garnet clash underneath the emptiness of the jet black space that engulfs the entirety of eternity. Pink pastels intertwine themselves with royal purple, sparkling from the remains of the dead. I always look at it as, even in death, beauty seems to be the final word exchanged. The galaxies I’ve seen. Different yes, also no. Spirals and nebulas from beyond my imagination seeing the supernovas of the stars entering their final form. Dust. One day even I may turn to dust. I orbit nothing.
By Valentine Vampire3 years ago in Futurism
Train Number 7
It’s been 10 years since the rapture took out the whole planet we used to call earth. Today it stands as a beacon of death and despair. The earth had become overrun by evil, consumed in the silk of Satan himself. Those who were left behind suffered a gruesome death unlike any other imaginable. Unborn children are ripped out of their mother’s womb like pulling silly putty out of a stubborn container. Children cry out for their parents as they await their heads to be cut off. Having their tongues cut out to silence their screaming before perishing. Gangs of ghouls traverse the vast wasteland once known as earth. Feasting on the blood of the innocent left behind. Creating earth as the new kingdom of hell.
By Valentine Vampire3 years ago in Futurism
A Summer Of Stephen King
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That candle burned to reveal 7 names written in the now still wax. 7 strangers whose paths would cross in the cosmic silk of the universe. leading some to their fate and others their destiny…
By Valentine Vampire4 years ago in Fiction
The Warmth Of The Sun
The divine smell of the summer breeze is quite tempting to one such as myself. The wind brushes in new life and a break from the smoldering heat. Small sun-splotched kisses caressing my face in summer's hello. The flowers are fresh and ripe from spring’s bosom. The oceans come in with greetings and goodbyes in every language. That's what makes summer so bittersweet. We embrace summer with open arms and hold on tightly to summer's sweet air. However, we despise it when summer is over. Leaving some more broken than when it first started. Summers bestows many gifts in its brief time that feels like an endless eternity. Some favor the summer vacations to the islands where the water is aquamarine and the air smells of mangos and coconut kisses suntanning lotion. Others’ favorite summer activities may be the possibilities of summer adventures. The mystery and wonder and question, what is going to happen next?
By Valentine Vampire4 years ago in Fiction
