Grave Plots

 Legs pumping and pounding, bare feet against the earth, battling to slow Marcus down; shredding his souls inside and out. Spirit broken, he rhythmically lunges forward fiercely to save what's left of himself. An ethereal presence absorbed the air and hung thick in the midnight heavens, choking the dear boy as he fought for breath. only a child, just a boy of 13; the ripe age for her. The eldritch witch, the she-devil, a goddess of death. skulls adorning he slim figure, black leather hugging her spindly arms and bony frame a grandeur display of hell stones, emerald mist and obsidian blades succeeded her. forever perusing, never satiated. Only the freshest souls will do. Ducking, dodging behind trees and bushes, he whispered quiet curses to the gods for bestowing him with this life. Tears that had long been dry welled up in his eyes as Marcus shook them away, promising to feel their warm embrace once this was over. he remembered all that she had took from him everything she ripped o...

warning childloss This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter. I lay there in the bathtub of a dimly lit apartment, the setting sun kissing the windowsill. I prayed, begged, and bargained with every and any god that would hear me to please let it be over soon. waves of agony flooded over me littered with boats of sickness and guilt as i pushed my back into the cold basin. Push after push, and more pieces of him fell from me. A river of blood pouring from me blended with the shower water falling over me. What little comfort I had through this infernal punishment. My fists were balled immovably in my hair as I cried silent screams. I tried to focus on the guilt just to stay awake, how I had a name for him; how I felt him grow; how sorry I was that my body killed him, how sorry I was that I had to force him out with pills. This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter. carelessly my eyes fell backwards as my head thudded on the basin bottom. black. This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter, only one left.

  Lgbt fairy tales The Prince and The knight Once upon a time a bonny prince lived in a beautiful castle. The castle was made of gold and flowers and looked out over the great blue ocean. One day the prince met with a handsome knight in the town below the castle, he fell in love with how his eyes shined through his helmet and how soft he was towards the people. Women from all over the town fell in love with the brave knight but he never seemed to notice. When the prince and the knight finally met it was love at first sight, he had fallen in love with a man. Of course, both boys felt it but never told a soul. When the knight had to go back to his home the two would write letters imagining their lives together. One day the knight took a special trip back to the castle “come away with me” he said to the prince “we can have the most beautiful life” said the knight “but wouldn’t you rather a wife?” worried the prince, and as the knight pulled him close to hold, he said “why a wife, ...

My dear sweet mother, I may have been forgetting to write to you. Oh how I miss your smiling face, mother. The air attacks on this unique planet seem to have contrasting affects on everyone-although there's more mould than usual. Our artillery continued to be battered by the foreign trenches. The commander has instructed us to charge on Wednesday towards their hives to finally build a settlement outside the shuttle. The trenches outside the shuttle are knee deep with what i can only guess to be this planet's mud. The blue of it has stained everyone's skin and given me a rash I can't shift. The sky is always pink here, which isn't bad, but sunsets are awful. No man's land isn't far. That crater is crawling with deserters from both sides though. they even dig in at nights and take some in their beds to feed on. their screams and the nurses' singing over the bombs pepper the night. As you can imagine, sleeping has been hard. I dearly miss the earth. Alth...

I walked to the barren school. as it stood still and looming, staring daggers through my soul I felt my past echo in my head. flashes of children playing and laughing. then one. one memory one living nightmare sticks out. I was lying staring at the ceiling, the class holding hands, circling me, singing..  (in the tune of pop goes the weasel (jack in the box song)) eyes are closed and doors locked tight the curtains drawn till mornin' over to the closet door she come a crawlin' head on backwards white night gown joints snap while calling "I can hear and taste your fear" youll be dead by morning

Cushioned with a wheezy sound, J hit the soft feathered bed. Accented with crimson silk sheets,  J  balled them into their fists, feeling the soft, slick material between her fingertips. Eyes closed, they inhaled sharply as they could feel Sam's tender lips on the soft curve of their neck. His bare chest pressed on theirs felt like loves fire, the heat enveloping them as their passion soured. Sam ran his lips over their chest with a low growl, landing on their stomach. J's scared and war-wounded body recoiled at the idea of him seeing them like this, yet he caressed the rocky trail with adoration in his eyes. They locked eyes as Sam withdrew his head and, without hesitation, embraced J's lips with his. Their lips tingled like electricity was coursing through them as they closed their eyes. Fireworks sparked on every inch of their young bodies as butterflies sprang from the cocoons in their hearts. J ran their fingers over every crevice on Sam's muscular body. His arom...