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1: Hey. Brad. Let’s play a game. Pick a finger.

2: What for?

1: I need someone to go with to the show.

2: And you’re undecided?

1: Yep. Ok so which will it be, pick one.

2: Alright. *chooses the index finger*

1: Index. Tracey. Hmm… Nahh. Tracey’s too talkative. Pick another one.

2: Dude! There’s only one finger left!

1: I know I know but you gotta pick it, it’s a game.

2: ?! Fine. There. *touches the other finger*

1: Hmm, Amber. Nahh. She’s too quiet. Geez man you suck at this game.

2: Wh-?!?!

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scrythngs

  • isolated places
  • contorting features
  • darkness
  • children acting strange
  • sleepwalking
  • appearance of strange objects at the weirdest of places and times
  • shadows
  • trances
  • unexplained/strange noises, sometimes loud, sometimes prolonged
  • moving, shaking or rotating things
  • rearranged objects
  • upside-down things
  • weird things coming out of the body
  • behaving out of character
  • some feature missing or out of place and when you realize it, your blood turns to ice
  • distorted voices
  • unnaturally wide smiles or other features
  • unnatural casualness in an emergency
  • grossly-deformed things, some that talk
  • out of place things, like a statue emerging from water
  • inhuman abilities
  • strange writings
  • insects in food
  • weird footprints, sometimes in weird places like on the wall and ceiling
  • all the signs that there is someone else in the house, but you can’t see them
  • animals acting strangely
  • water/slime from nowhere
  • echoes that you could swear sound like voices
  • people muttering strange things
  • madness
  • poor lighting
  • quietness
  • mercilessness
  • innocent people victimized
  • weird drawings
  • wide eyes
  • dead animals
  • corpses, sometimes in weird positions, sometimes in weird places
  • blood trails
  • close escapes
  • scary mutants
  • self-injury
  • birthmarks
  • unexpected cruelty
  • tragic deaths
  • no answers
  • stuff caught on tape
  • talking toys/dolls/mannequins
  • sudden change in voice
  • unexpected/sudden bleeding
  • strange transformations
  • weird character-types
  • seeing things you’re not supposed to see
  • not seeing something everyone else can
  • stumbling upon something weird
  • weird ways of moving
  • catching something at the corner of your vision
  • waking up somewhere else
  • suddenly falling
  • getting up with a scary injury
  • waking up in a weird position
  • singing
  • veins appearing in strange places
  • sentient computers
  • stuff in jars
  • breaking into a madman’s house
  • unearthed coffins
  • moving dead
  • corpse made to talk/walk/move
  • quiet hospitals/asylums/factories/buildings
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whrcrpssgndflwrsgrw

My dearest friend,
I pray this finds you well.
I know of a place that you might like;
It is truly wondrous.

This garden.
Have you heard of it?
I doubt so.

Here,
The grass is greener and the air cleaner
With none to spoil nature’s design
It’s alluring, tempting, to pay a visit
Yet no people are in sight
Where have they gone?
Do the animals hide?
Nay, this is how it has always been
It is, my friend,
The garden of the dead

Step forth,
And there you’ll remain
A permanent resident,
Of a most precious Kingdom.
I’ll meet you there; when you’re ready.
In case you haven’t heard the news,
I am already dead,
My dearest friend.

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whtryskng

‘You remember i told you my dad was sick?’

‘Yeah,’

‘It doesn’t seem to be getting better. And now my sister might have to go abroad for work so it’s just my mom to take care of him. But it’s okay, we can still pull through, there’s too much to be grateful for,’

Greyson held his friend’s shoulder, and for a long moment just looked into his friend’s eyes. There was nothing he could say, he just kept nodding small nods, but his eyes conveyed what his heart felt. Then he squeezed his hand and let it drop.

‘The car’s approaching. I see it. You ready?’

‘Always,’

Their expressions turned to stone once more and Troy checked his watch as the car pulled up and the driver stepped out, followed by his passenger.

‘Gentlemen, on time as usual. You two got everything?’

The two men nodded and the four of them turned to enter the building.

*

In some ways death is better than growing apart, because with the first you know there is no chance at all of reliving the past. But when the friends you spent years with grow up and move on with life, and you meet again, there is that sliver of hope that things would go back to the way they used to. You’d stay late with them, head home together, hang out some weekends, do stuff together, always know what went on in one another’s lives.

But that’s all gone. Their priorities have changed, they have new people in their lives and heck, they might not even miss the old days as much as you do.

The hope is dashed, you savour this fleeting moment when they are all still comfortable seated around here and not ready to rush off somewhere. Or at least you hope that’s what they’re feeling.

Then you are faced with disappointment when you look at them closely and see they’re not the people they used to be. Some of them smoke now, a few have put on too many pounds, one has too many piercings, a couple of them might be balding, and you wonder how they see you.

It’s never going to be the same again. You will always have moments of hope that will inevitably end in massive disappointment, you will be lifted high only to be slammed down again, and perhaps once, just once, you wonder… Would it all be better if they just died? That way you could mourn the loss and it would stay that way, forever and ever, until it was your turn to go. Consistency, predictability, and a clear purpose. My friends are dead, i will pray for them, i will visit their graves, and that is the cycle. They aren’t coming back, but i’ll join them one day. Soon.

You won’t be wrong to conclude that sometimes death improves the quality of our relationships, or at least our perceived satisfaction from it.

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swrtlk

I stay up late as a rebellion, I’m silently screaming at them THIS IS HOW I CONTROL MY TIME, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME HERE. I dread each passing second as it brings me closer to tomorrow, and I’m tired and drained I want to sleep but I want my time.

Finally I must go and in a flash my eyes are open and it’s a new day. I don’t want to wake up but I must, and the drudgery continues. Even the weekends have lost their solace, and now the holidays seem like a slightly extended pause before it all starts again.

I would say to then kindly, to shove it up the other side, but the only thing keeping me back is the looming hammer above my head and back. One wrong move and I’ll have to give out more than I have, thereby destroying everything else in the process.

Will I come out of this wiser or just lost?

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nsvntyght

When you see me walking in the rain, pause and wonder if the water on my face is from the sky or my eyes.

*

I smile at you because I have nobody to scream to but myself.

*

I wish to travel

Back to when things were simpler

And there was food on the table

Life is easy under someone else’s roof;

What a parasite I was.

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prsnbrk

Two years

Is a

Long time

To waste

On a

Thing that

Will end

So go

When the

Time comes

Don’t turn

Look straight

Move on

Next gig

(maybe)

Start fresh

Don’t make

The same mistake all over again you stupid

 

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mhngry

Yesterday was good

Today I am sad

Life’s just not my thing

*

A moth to the light

I am attracted to you

So I walk away

*

Dew has formed on the leaves

Each drop a crystal Palace

At least one of them has fallen

To the cool, damp earth

How I wish that was me

*

Leaves and twigs lay atop

Inside, it began to rot

For how long has it lain?

Everyone’s still looking for him

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1313

One dark afternoon, a dark afternoon
A shadow streaked quick through the fields
Where rain had wet and winds had swept
All was peaceful except where it leapt

The ground fizzled and burned,
Flowers shrivelled and withered
From green to black they turned
All life had ceased and hardened

It crept beside the footpath,
Under the bridge and over the trees
Where birds dropt from atop
T’was a lifeless menagerie

Then finally the scent was strong
And it leapt with greater strides still
If you listened carefully, you could surely hear its song
It would definitely give you a chill

And now the cursed house was in sight
Where the cursed ones dug a grave of their plight
Not earth, not water, but they demanded flight
So blinded and greeded by the tempts of might

There in a circle they sat breaths abated
Their hands clasped round the other’s
And their pulses united, seven souls mated
As they waited for the hour, t’was fated

Off went the lights, and there was no flicker
Then the room was filled with a chill
As it approached you could hear faintly its snicker
Was it too low or too shrill?

The damned souls sat, and still they waited,
For a circus show was not what they wanted.
Blood had been shed, an altar created
Their intentions could be no more blatant.

First one voice started, and the others joined chorus,
The call to invoke the Evil.
More flesh was cut and still more red dripped;
Seven souls, sins, all in a swirl.

It laughed and it cackled at the amusing display
And swooped around for a bit more.
It brushed their black hearts and kissed on their tongues
For now was the time to play.

“Come forth holy spirit
And grant us thy presence
So is our wish upon thee
Such is the want of thy children

“Five cups we’ve shed
And five more at speed
Thus far we’ve been led
By the guidance of the script”

Then again:

“Come forth holy spirit
(oh no i’m not holy)
And grant us thy presence
(you are undeserving)
So is our wish upon thee
(you wish? you wish?! you wish!!)
Such is the want of thy children
(i never did burden you weaklings)

“Five cups we’ve shed
(for what have you bled?)
And five more at speed
(who are you trying to feed)
Thus far we’ve been led
(not by me unto me)
By the guidance of the script”
(but by fools to a foolish end)

So it cackled once more, amused for sure,
At the actions of these puny mice.
As they kept chanting it rose one last time
Before bleaching their souls with his ice.

They gaped and they choke, all eyes uprolled,
As the creeping of freezing took control
Bodies fell back and tongues fell out
As their spring were bent back, what a toll!

What white and what red emerged from their eyes,
Ears, mouth and every hole
As the spirit caressed in its gentle arrest
While tightening its unending hold.

Their bodies were broken and crumpled and bloated
The pain that no human has felt!
Nor dreamt of feeling, much less comprehending,
And yet they stirred and they knelt!

From head hanging back and arms falling slack,
To the white of the eyes and loll of the tongue
Nay, was this them, this great upset
But the pulling on the string by the master.

Too much anguish, it did not vanish
Their souls threatened to escape
But the cold hands pulled and kept them in
To endure more pain, what a fate!

They bled and they bled,
And their bones burst within,
As bodies became useless bags,
With nothing but lumpish filling.

Then when it had bored itself of this fun,
Out came the souls, violently flung
Down fell the bodies from their position
And silently the corpses wept.

The seven souls waited, still burning, still hurting,
As they were snatched up by the head
In grasp of one giant unforgiving claw
Of the force that they foolishly reckoned.

“They have been punished and taken, my master
All ready to act at your bidding”
“Then come, my son, you have done enough,
I have other tasks that are more fitting”

Through darkest earth and blackest space
The seven corrupt whispers were dragged
To a place of more howls, a very strange place
The home of the damned and the butchered.

There they were tossed, onto a burning heap
To await whatever next came.
Verily their suffering would be naught but unending
To toil every day by the flame.

Cursed in life, cursed in death,
Every bit of existence was stained.
When much had been given, more had been desired:
That was the start of their game

That would lead to no end that a sane man would recommend,
That would stir others to repent
Had they seen what lay await,
What, do you think, would have been?

Now their bodily remains by found by some chance,
By a fellow, oh dear how unlucky!
But then he would know the dangers that mask
Behind all that is nice and shiny

He retched and he cried at the sight of the mess,
Of pink and of white, red and insides,
Laid about bones and some skin,
Eyes all burnt from within.

Quickly he ran to the town crier’s house,
Where the holy man was also close by.
He told of his finding, so hard he was crying,
“Someone tear the putrid sight from mine eyes!”

“Come now young man, you shall have a bath
In holy water as I say prayer.
Remember, however, God has you preserved
For He has ensured you will remember

“Remember that He is the only Light,
And we only turn to Him.
Remember that no good can come from another,
For He is the one True Creator.”

“Yes I’ll remember, I won’t ever forget,
That He is the only Creator
God bless, how I recall what I would have done
Just a day after this!

“I am a poor man, there is much that I want,
Yet nothing has come from my prayers.
I was so desperate, so very intent
On turning to the Damned one for pittance!

“Oh thank you my Lord, for bringing me back,
And showing me the harsh consequences of my would-be act.
I nearly forgot, and nearly leapt off
To the path of no deliverance.”

The man had his bath, then a hot meal (he ate quick),
Then the three of them set off from there.
The town crier he did, what only he could do,
And soon the whole town was aquiver.

The tale had been told, the word had been spread,
What a fair warning to the people, too.
All day and all night, the town was abuzz
With the tale of the wretched crew.

On the next day, just before dawn,
A group marched on to the house
(That wretched house)
With torches and oil and holy books
(As they marched to the wretched old house)
They were solemn and walked in silence,
Each praying in his heart
(For who knows what lurked in that wretched house?)
For protection, for forgiveness
(As well as for the wretched ones).
As they silently trudged out of town
They finally came to it and wasted no time,
Oiling the path to be burned,
Chanting their prayers in unison,
Lighting the torches and casting the flame,
To send back to hell what stubbornly came,
To clean up the land and to make it safe,
Ridding the evil and bringing in pureness,
And clearing the mess deep within,
The mess of once people now abominations,
No one would set eyes on those villains,
And the earth would not take their remains.

The task was complete,
They made their retreat,
And walked in the glow of the sun.

 

18/9/09

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