PunkRockAllTheWay

I stand here before the blackened ocean, waves of depression rolling off the rocky shore and crashing against my feet in a desperate attempt to drag me in. As the waves are crashing, there is a soft and gentle voice calling out to me, coaxing me to step into the water. I knew not to listen to it, for I knew what will happen. Seaweed  of hatred and self-loathing will wrap around my legs as they pull me under, my hands soon becoming entangled in it as well. Sharks with teeth made of anger would circle around me, their jaws snapping towards me. Even though I knew what would happen, I began to take slow steps towards the foreboding water, my eyes

When I awoke I noticed it was around mid afternoon, yawning I sat up and slid off the bed and made my way to the door, passing the mirror I paused and stepped back looking at my reflection. "I look like hell." I said aloud to myself, taking in my ruffled up and knotty hair, my wrinkled clothing and the red lines from my bedspread on my arms, I should really take a shower, do I even have running water? God I hope I do. Contuining( as you can see I'm great at spelling) my way to the door I opened it and headed to the adjacent door and opened it, taking in the dirty and old bathroom I headed to the bath and tested out the handle, turning and tur

My first encounter with the '2ps' had been unexpected and surprisingly calm, and not at all violent as the others had described them to be. I had known the countries for several years and it had only been two years ago that they had told me what they were, at first I was skeptical but after Francis, who I learned was the representative of France, told me the whole story and extra on how the French revolution had happen I was intrigued so I pushed more and he contuined to tell me the stories of France. It took only a few weeks until I finally believed them, they were taken back for a few minutes, after explaining that anything is possible, the

"I am toxic, I am so impure I am dying inside, I'm dying for a cure Separated, I am quick to resist I am all alone infected with this" ~Red When the darkness was released, something more sinister than anyone could imagine came out from the depths of it, swirling and rising to the top of the darkness, exploding into a colour of dark purple glowing in the dark of the night. It moved through the sky, people just thought that it was some kind of atmospheric phenomenon. As it moved through the air, it spiraled downwards towards a grouping of apartment buildings, gliding into the ventilation shaft. [Name] was a girl who would periodically, myste

A few days passed and nothing has happened, well while I was awake. It seemed that everything happens when I'm asleep which is weird, it's like this thing doesn't want me to see it. Sighing I roamed the halls of the mansion, it's so lonely here....but I can't help but like it, it has that feeling of protectiveness and security, nothing like back home. I walked down a corridor that I haven't been down yet, looking around I noticed portraits hanging every three feet. One of them caught my eye, looking closely it I noticed that half of it was ripped, almost looking like someone or something had purposely scratched it...not wanting anyone to know

Rolling over slightly I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, the sunlight hitting my eyes through the part of the curtain. I yawned and tried to sit up but I was unable to do so, I sighed lightly and turned over, now facing the one who was keeping me down. Alistair had his face stuffed into the pillow, snoring away while he kept his right arm wrapped tightly around my waist and his left arm tucked under his pillow. I poked his cheek. Nothing. I poked his nose. Nothing. Poking his cheek repeatedly until I saw the annoyed expression on his face, his left arm coming out from under the pillow and swatting my hand away. I shook my head some whi

I walked through the door, my eyelids drooping with every step I took, closing the door I looked at the clock on the t.v and read the time. '2 am, wonderful. Thank you work for making my life a living hell.' I thought to myself as I blindly tried to find the stair case, tripping over the couch some and my own two feet I finally found the stairs, holding onto the railing I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the door, not wasting any time in closing and collapsing onto the bed. "The fuck you doing!?" The oh so 'pleasant' voice of my boyfriend, Alistair, yelled at from underneath me. "I don't know, trying to lay down but nooo you're

New House I waited at the airport in Pairs, France. It was sunny to say the least, not a cloud in the sky as the sky shined down on the beautiful city. In my right hand I held my luggage, my left hand I held the address to the house I inherited from my great grandmother who had passed away last year, I missed her truly. Life treated her well, she was married once with seven kids but her husband passed away a few months after the youngest was born, she raised them all on her own. Now she wasn't one to mess with I heard from one of my great aunts, she was sweet but mess with her kids and well hell rained down on you. She died at the age of 94,