The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual Epilogue by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual Epilogue
Alathis sat up, screaming like he never screamed before. He screamed words, syllables, but he didn't know what they were. It only took a few seconds for his mind to click. 'It's a dream,' he gasped while wiping the sweat from his forehead. 'Just a dream.' 'It wasn't a dream, Alathis,' said a smooth, soft voice that caused Alathis' attention to snap to its source. Six figures stood in a semi-circle a few metres away. They wore cloaks as grey as the cave walls surrounding him, their faces hidden behind hoods. Alathis wasn't in his bed; he lay on a stone bed. He was stripped to the waist, soaked in sweat. 'What?' said Alathis. 'W-what's going on?' 'Search your memory, Alathis,' said one as he pulled back his hood, revealing himself to be Telric. 'And you will remember.' 'No one has screamed after awaking from the Ritual before,' said a female voice as the speaker showed herself to be Kolmath. 'A-a strange occurrence.' 'A strange occurrence, indeed,' said a third, but not taking
Lying On My Front Doorstep by Readeroffate, literature
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Lying On My Front Doorstep
Today, I opened my front door to find intestines on my doormat, coiled up like a snake sleeping in the sunlight. And all I could do was sigh and call the cops again. Every third of the month, I'll open my front door to find some organ or body part lying on my doormat. As if it were a gift or a package I ordered. For some reason, they are always clean, like someone carefully washed off the blood, viscera, and evidence on them, leaving no trace of the culprit or whatever violence they performed. The first time it happened, they left me an appendix. I remember crying for several days. Nowadays, I've accepted it. I don't want to. I know what's happening is horrible, but it has been going on for so long that I've grown jaded to the horror of it. It's a part of my life now, a part I never wanted. The first time the police came around, they searched my tiny apartment, combing it for anything suspicious. They searched the surrounding area as I waited around nervously. After an hour or so
My Neighbor's Halloween Decoration by Readeroffate, literature
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My Neighbor's Halloween Decoration
So recently, my next-door neighbor got a new Halloween decoration which is somewhat strange but maybe a good thing. He hasn't been the same since his wife's disappearance, mostly staying indoors and only coming out to take food from random Uber drivers. I knew they were getting a divorce. The entire neighborhood knew about it. It's a tiny neighborhood in a small town, so everyone knows about everyone. I'm sadly their next-door neighbor, so there were nights when I could hear them screaming at each from their kitchen and days when I would see them giving each other the finger as they crossed the front lawn. I don't know what caused them to hate each other, but whatever the catalyst was, it killed whatever love they had for each other. Or at least, for the wife. The husband seemed to try to reanimate those old feelings of love. I would sometimes see him at the local grocery store, buying large bouquets of tulips and roses. Other times, I would be refilling the bird feeders and see him
Now I've entered the gate of pain Seen the world from the ugly side All those tragic places Soon there will be no clean spot to stand on Because of the ghosts In their will to relive their past All the dreams that we had Have made us sad 'Cause the world is spinning too fast Our lifetime too short To receive the answers To all the questions we have asked Ghosts, only they know Ghosts... Why do ghosts remain? Why does suffering stay? They have left us here with our pain The beautiful sight isn't ours to see Only ghosts see our paradise Ghosts who remain... Now I want to let go all of this pain Once feel this world not hurting All those tragic events of my life I want to be there feeling numb Turning into a ghost In my will to relive my past Without pain that is killing me All the time I did hurt, didn't see the beauty Of the world around my pain My days were too short to relieve my pain As new pain dawned like a new day Ghosts, only they can see Without our physical world like heavy
Everyone laughs at the poor Who hasn't travelled as much They're the rulers of our planet Earth Everything's easily in their hands But their world is narrow like their minds Everything's seen and experienced In the most typical of ways Leaving no place for the fantasy The world is just as big or as small as we want to Life's as interesting, exciting or as boring Maybe you've been around all this world But your mind's been sleeping Revealing no wonders The one who hasn't travelled at all Possibly has seen more than those who have One street can make you think of the whole world If your mind's open and vast And then you read books searching for answers Then you feel the South in the coldest of northern winds And then if you travel, you perceive it all Like a wonder that doesn't leave your heart One room can contain all the continents Our galaxy and the whole universe While the whole continent may seem like a desert If there's no nightlife, bright enough for your hunger And the life
Together Eternally by Laima27TreeCrowns, literature
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Together Eternally
You leave an empty place in this world You belong in here We will live eternally And we will surely meet Couldn't say my farewell words 'Cause we're together still A place we call infinity Is where our dreams turn real Through the meadows of love we'll run, we'll run As you wished, kissing and rolling down the hill And I'm sorry for being too weak to die, die, die But for our love there's no death We're together, together Eternally You don't leave an empty place in my heart You'll be staying here A house is built and the garden is big For you to feel like home Couldn't give you much in this life But they say love is enough It built us place called infinity Where our love can turn into blooms Through the meadows of love we'll run, we'll run As you wished, kissing and rolling down the hill And I'm sorry for being too weak to die, die, die But for our love there's no death We're together, together Eternally No, you won't lose me never, never I'm sorry for being too weak to die But
Edgar looked over to the bench in front of him before quickly erasing the line he just drew. He wanted to get this sketch right and impress everyone in his amateur art class. And this new statue was perfect. It was a statue of a young lady sitting on the park bench, her face frozen in an eternal peaceful expression, her stone-gray jacket billowing around her, and her hands outstretched in front of her. Sometimes a dove would land on top of her hands and rest there, the perfect spot for cold windy days. Edgar sighed as he tried to redraw the woman's hair. It was a short hairstyle, but it always seemed to change with each passing day. It was maddening. He set down his pencil and rubbed his hands together. Even with the gloves on, his hands were so cold that they felt like they were about to snap off with the next gust of wind. He breathed into them, hoping his breath was enough to warm them up for a few more minutes. The tiny bit of heat revived them for about a minute before getting
The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual Chapter 9 by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual Chapter 9
Alathis fell and fell and fell. He kept his eyes closed as warmth seemed to blaze inside him. He struggled for what seemed like hours to identify what it was. Then it hit him. Catharsis. It was catharsis. It was killing the thing masquerading as Silette seemed to rid him of the pain, the guilt. It was the right thing to do, to leave poor Silette in such agony would've been...been, evil? The Hunters taught that there was no such thing, not truly. It was up to an individual's interpretation, that very little in this world was black and white. Leaving Silette would've been amongst the acts that were inside that "very little." He'd done the right thing. Inside his subconsciousness, he'd always known this, but the guilt, the...the trauma had made him deny it. Now that denial was washed away. 'I did the right thing,' he whispered. 'I did the right thing!' he yelled and opened his eyes. Alathis got a split second to make out his surroundings, but it was more than enough to know
My name is Herman Fontaine. I am 29 years old and live in Ocala Florida with my girlfriend of three years, Sylvia Ramsey, several dogs, cats, turtles, and a couple of capybaras. I am running out of time, and there's no one left on the research vessel Hidden Minnow. Everyone is dead except for me. Though that's going to change pretty soon. Part of me doesn't want to relive this day. I just want to slip into unconsciousness, unaware of the danger lying underneath the floating driftwood I'm stuck on. But I know I can't do that. I can't let others go through what I and everyone onboard did. So, please listen to how we came across something that should have stayed hidden. I am...no, not anymore...I was a successful ocean photographer and I used to love the ocean. No, love isn't right. Obsessed would be a better term. From the first time I saw the sea in person at twelve years old, I knew I had found something that would play a vital role in my life. The sound of the waves periodically