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Ghost force holding my arms down
No one here to watch me drown
Mind slices deep into my skin
Find strength to reach out and begin
My whole life spent avoiding love
What I had to give was not enough
Alone I cry through storms of pain
When it ends I wait to feel it all again
P M D D
You're buried deep inside of me Brushing skin against my fingertips Why can't I start to trust and believe In whispered words from perfect lips Echo off my walls that are falling What is this feeling, not empty You're tearing through this mask I'm finally done with trying to hide
But it was real!
Cowering behind the door she waited, breath held...
(With her eyes tightly closed she couldn't quite remember why. This was her memory after all.)
She knows he is coming for her, footsteps down the hall, a shadow blocking the light from the crack beneath the door.
She can barricade the door, she can crawl beneath the bed; it's futile. She will be found and it won't be nice for her when she is.
(A tear falls from her eye into the lukewarm water of the bath.
Why can't she remember what was real?)
This actually happened and it was scary :'(
I was in my friends house, standing outside the bathroom door. Noone else was here aside from my partner, whose snores eminated from the lounge room down the hall. He and I were house sitting temporarily, while our friends holidayed in europe. As I hesitated outside the door, I couldnt shake the feeling that something was wrong. My arms and legs felt so heavy as if i was carrying my doona through the house with me.
I tried to stretch out a limb and felt fabric against the bare skin; though I was not moving.
Concerned now, I made an effort to concentrate entirely on moving my arm. I could feel the confines of the sleeping bag around my body
I need help...
She rubbed her eyes wearily, stifling a yawn. Beside her were the remains of what had been a delicious apple and cinnamon muffin; her pen, and the homework she had been finding every reason not to do since about 7:30 that morning.
Now that she had exhausted her creativity on a mere two lines of story, she decided she really didn't have any other reason to keep procrastinating...
But wait, did her phone just buzz?
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