Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain. by HayleighElizabeth
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
CynthiaDarkness. Barred windows and blood. Particles of dust languidly swimming in the pallid, grey twilight as it comes in columns through the windows of a long corridor. And the spiders. Women with long robes and habits betraying their role and the long, dripping black hair hanging beneath them. Faces obscured by masks and pupil-less eyes and still no faces when the masks are removed. And the little girls in white nightgowns, trapped in white prisons with only a small window in the door for the faceless to look in on them and the small slot through which meals are passed and a bed. And Cynthia.Cynthia by Led-Feather
Cynthia was special. Cynthia could see through their masks and their eyes. Cynthia could see the spiders. Hiding in the corners. Under her bed. Crawling up their legs when they entered her room to perform their ministrations. They could not see them, none of them could. They were Cynthia's spiders, her army. Tiny black soldiers that would creep out from the shadows, from every crack in the
SideshowThe midway at night. It is an eerie place. Fading filaments in clear glass bulbs are strung overhead between old wood caravans with sun-baked and chipping primary colored paint. Long pitch black shadows filled with ominous creatures scuttling about within their depths. Faces appear sinister. An October wind is dry and smells of burning Fall foliage, stale popcorn, even staler beer and cotton candy.Sideshow by RUNNrabbitRUNN
There are few patrons here. This carnival does not draw the crowds of the old days. It is in disrepair, with tired old carnies working rusty old rides, aging animals and worn out stages. Run down and uncanny. It is a vagrant's carnival.
The Sideshowman, a son of a Sideshowman, peeks out from behind a ragged old red curtain and surveys the gathering of people about the stage. It looks pitiful. He sneers, deflates. The tin of his flask catches the light of a full harvest moon as he tips it to his lips and pulls from it heavily three times. His shoulders shudder from the burn coercing through h
Subjective PronounsSubjective pronouns are used as the subjects of sentences (whom or what you're talking about).Subjective Pronouns by purrrplcat
I am going to leave for my appointment.
She is late already.
They will never make it on time.
A problem occasionally arises when subjects are compound. You might read, for instance:
His brothers and him are going to the ball game.
Margaret, Elizabeth, and me were at the mall for four hours yesterday.
Me and her see eye-to-eye on lots of things.
These pronouns are used incorrectly. Because the pronouns are used as subjects of the sentence, they should all be in the subjective case: I, you, he, she, it, we, or they. So, the sentences should read:
His brothers and he are going to the ball game.
Margaret, Elizabeth, and I were at the mall for four hours yesterday.
I and she see eye-to-eye on lots of things.
(It's considered polite to put the other person first, so it's better to word this sentence like this: She and I see eye-to-eye on lots of things.)
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Death's ReprieveOne day, Death decided to leave us. And he took all the children with him. We didn't know why.Death's Reprieve by Gricken
He just left us a note, saying:
I have left,
And I have taken the children with me.
At first, we didn't really know how to react, so we merely exchanged confused glances. Some people might have cried.
Then someone spoke up and said, "Don't you see? This is a good thing! Without Death and children, we are free!"
And we all raised our hands in the air a
Cherry PoppedFrom her Louis Vuitton knock-off,Cherry Popped by TheLunaLily
the wife pulled a gun,
she fired three shots
and popped Cherry with one.
She was hit in the heart
and she bled Unchained Melody
and scarlet love letters spilled
onto the floor.
Her vision was fading,
she knew she was dying,
and as she was falling
he ran to catch her
before she fell to the floor.
Cherry smiled, she had won.
This was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms
at the fade to black.
When all the pages were read
and the last word was said,
this was all she had wanted,
to be in his arms at The End
of her fairy tale.
Techno DivingI dive, breathing in revivalTechno Diving by Amriah
If this is light, I'm eclipsed
By the continuing beat and wish
Such radiance existed in all corners
The Art of FishI. To not knowThe Art of Fish by Spirit-Princess
It was light when she returned, body aching and soul wet with the bloodiness of man, and Adrianna was already gone (probably already working, dedicated girl that she was.)
Breakfast was a paltry affair, but she was starving after an early dinner the night before, and so she almost devoured the stale bread and the almost-mouldy fromage that was left from yesterday morning. The flow of customers was unusually diminué, and so she was left free to exit the building, to leave and wander the streets as she pleased (with a stern warning to return by noon, or not at all.)
Most times, propelled along by Adrianna's buoyant enthusiasm, she would have reluctantly walked into the cheap clothing stores, idly contemplated purchasing one of the better-made fake diamond necklaces, stared in envy at the wonders interdit (to people with her same dirty savage's skin, in any case) of the upper-class atzerriko s