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HairlessIt started off like any other spring Saturday. Tyler and I soaked up the Sun with a good morning stroll. Though we both traveled at a walking pace, my meager steps could not keep up with Tyler’s. While my friend occupied himself with kicking away at the chipped sidewalk and stomping weeds poking up from the cracks; I dragged my dog, Buddy, as he sniffed through the half-dead grass. I yanked at the leash, turning the attention of the German Shepherd mix to me.

“You keeping up back there, Alex?” Tyler shouted over his shoulder.

“Ya!” I replied.

“Hey,” Tyler continued, “When your dog’s donHairless by ~Tangerineandpuce

Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lost

Upon a stone in exile deep

Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust

Where fires rage inside the sea

Much too far for father sky

To see the rock where The Devil lie

As he lamented, sullen, weary

Expression that of sorrow true

A Thing appeared, and very clearly

Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb

The grin that danced upon his face

Found hell to be the quaintest place

The thing approached and asked him kindly,

“Why do you mourn your banishment?

All the land above I do see

But I’ve never seen an armament

So well hidden from my mighty eyes

Which see all things as they livLucifer and Visitor by ~Kill-Natalie

Strangelove Phenomena by *SeraphimKid

Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'
- The Hoosiers.

Pitch. Black. Darkness.

My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.

I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.

You know when you hear your houRead At Your Own Risk by ~CupofCharlie

FEEDBACK NEEDED: The Flesh Remembers by ~ImmortalBond

PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE

Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.

A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.

“Hello?” he called.

The sound of swishing fabric.

“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.

Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.PREY NO MORE by *Ann-Russell

The Morning StarGod among the dormant
king of divine falsehood
the stench of sin
your skin of lies
thoughts from a mind of wretch
with a soul of plague
master of the cults of a circle with serpents from Eden to rapture
you watch as a raven
as a man
as a beast
bring your tempest of disaster
king of the sulfurous void
your whim be done
the Morning StarThe Morning Star by =VeninPhiltre

The Bite Of Darkness: Chapter 1I awoke with a jolt, cold sweat covering my body, causing me to shiver.

It had been that dream again. That memory that haunted my sleep. The memory of the day I was turned.

I shoved the blankets off of me and sat up, catching my reflection in the mirror. The red streaks in my black hair were dulling. I would have to get them touched up soon. Shaking my head I chuckled slightly. I thought vampires weren't supposed to have reflections.

But I digress.

I stumbled drowsily to my closet and pulled the doors open, peering at my cloths. I REALLY needed to go shopping, because everything I owned was from hottopic, a stupid store I used to shop at The Bite Of Darkness: Chapter 1 by *MistressoftheRoses

The Shaman How are we to judge that which we cannot see? Fear of the unknown is the most recognizable and ancient trait mankind has held in its being. At times, it hurts us. At times, it helps us. Whether it is inherently a benefit or a hindrance we cannot be sure. However, one thing is most certain; while all men fear the unknown, the unknown fears no man. It is a skyscraper compared to humankind, looming down upon our fragile beings as it manipulates our paths along its desired course. Using the instrument called fate, the unknown can change the world if even one weak human allows it to do so. The irony of the matter is that humans can only grasp theThe Shaman by ~TimtehGrey

Gallows of the EyeHow loud the shouts and whispers,
Echoing on from invisible tongues.
As melodies sing like acid vapors,
Oh, the profanity has begun.

To storms it is not comparable,
Thunders become a mother’s song.
Even nightmares turn to lullabies,
And monsters leaving on their own.

Coming forth with a hunter’s crouch,
Lying in wait in the darkness’ shade.
Only not in the corners of your room,
But there instead in your guarded mind.

Fight it with fire all you like,
Stare it down with all your might.
The more you purge the more it feeds,
A war that’s won with stronger greed.

One goal crowns its lonely wake,
A feeble little soul livGallows of the Eye by ~DSteffi

My Best Friend by ~FallingLeafs

Ugly Truth: Coming HomeChapter 01 By: Anzony Darzo

This tale falls in a city that never sleeps. Paranoia was a common cold within this sector. There have always been reports, but only one siting. So many have been put into an institution swearing demons have come to get them. The stories that fall of deaf ears are the missing flyers of men, women, and children. No family has had time to mourn for they also fall away into the night. As the years passed a thick fog has claimed half the city. The places where read is the only color found. Kids that cried wolf were the first to go. Dead? Alive? Nothing has ever been confirmed. Our attention now is drawn to a homicide detective Oscar that has worked these cases since the first. He knows all of the rumors spread around the station. Of course he claimed not to believe, but every time he spoke his false truth a cold tingle spread down his spine as if someone was trying to bring notification. He knew there was something odd about it, but heUgly Truth: Coming Home by ~AnzonyD

Black Sunthe black sun looms on the horizon,
the tainted dirt beneath my feet,
rich with rotting undergrowth,
the dank smell of sulfur in the air,
leaves a churning feeling in my gut,
and a bitter taste in my mouth,
the crimson lakes boiling,
red with freshly spilled blood,
the carrion birds circling overhead,
under black sun and abysmal sky,
it rains the tears of bitter agony,
the salty tears burn in my wounds,
the bitter wounds of defeatBlack Sun by ~WaffleGamer

Porcelainfrom within
this small
open wound
your blood
gradually seeps
a dark
violent
river
of purity
and deceit
flowing upon
your skin
into my soul
and onto
my lips
savor
that very first drop
radiant
with hope
glistening
lighting the way
through catatonia
like an angel's fall
from grace
like the hiss
of the serpent's forked tongue
from deep within
this small open wound
I long to see
the ruins of her
bathed in an unearthly light
beauty in all its enthralling
decrepit elegancePorcelain by ~arsenic-sea

There Stands the Grass During my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve meThere Stands the Grass by ~TimtehGrey

Rule Of Four (Collaborative Poem)One step, two step, three step, four,
It's creeping outside your bedroom door.Rule Of Four (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

Shattered ColorsHappiness is what I thrive to become. So, I am a greedy individual. I get what I beg for and enjoy it until I want something else. The walls within my room are plastered with vivid and lucid colors. Some depict scenes of my life. Some colors move to form a short clip or a movie. The colors show the scenes of my most prideful times. Even the sorrow I brought about to others. I grin widely at those. Those are my most beloved times.

I sit, knees to chest, with my mouth agape as I gawk at my walls. My skin's pigment never rests upon a natural color. Instead, it soaks in the flashing colors.

An unexpected gift is set at my feet at each glance I Shattered Colors by ~sandracaskey

Shades of Darkness, Chapter 1 by ~xCrossroadDemons

The Magus: Games of the Magi by ~desert-druid

Green VelvetShe emerges from the mist like some fairy-touched figure, the solemn firs towering high into the dreaming sky. I tuck my books tightly under one arm as the oddity approaches.
I'd estimate her age to be around seven or so, but there's just something in those emerald eyes that can't be grasped or understood entirely.

"What are you doing?" She stops at a few feet away from me, her gaze absolutely unnerving. She grins.

"Waiting for something to happen."

"There's nothing around here." Blinking, she twirls around and rolls her eyes towards the heavens, the silent trees, and the moss-seeped gray slates at her feet.

"I suppose not." She looks baGreen Velvet by ~Yumekaze117

Sweet Cravings- Chapter 2I awoke as if I had just taken my first gasp or air after drowning. My eyes tore open and were met by darkness. A sudden rush of pain swathed my entire body and I cried out. I felt as if an enormous pressure was crushing in on me, ripping me apart, and igniting a strong inferno within. I became so hot and was in so much pain that I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks, and I bit my tongue to silence the screams that erupted in my throat.

As soon as the sensation had come, it had gone.

I felt nothing now. A chill settled on me and I shivered. My neck throbbed fiercely and I coughed, then reached my arms up to stretch and was blocked bSweet Cravings- Chapter 2 by ~DarkMysticRose

Priest by *S0ullessly

The Magus by ~desert-druid

The LaptopIt has been a month since our team discovered a secret
laboratory two hours away from the city, and were shocked
and horrified by their discoveries.

Finding a laptop, they hope to discover what drove the
man they found in the basement to commit such acts,
how, and if possible, the results they might get out of it.

"Did they ever find out the identity of the person?" Kate asked,
as they gathered around the laptop in Mina's apartment.

"Yeah," Sarah replied. "From what Jake found out, he was a former
professor in neuroscience in Hartview State, before he suddenly
dissapeared. His colleagues said that prior to his dissapearance,
he developedThe Laptop by ~weekendhunters

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