Deep into the darkness, peering, long I stood...
Well, I asked Ashley (thevinckanator) for a few words for a writing prompt, so to say. These words are: Compulsive, clouds, inhale, fade, cold. Welp, here’s what I did with those words. The story honestly was just like, “BAM HERE WE GO,” as soon as I had received the text. —————————————— The man...
The demons fight, struggling against the chains placed over them. They whisper and try their hardest to convince you to let them out. They hide in nooks and corners, seeking a place where they won’t be found when their bonds try to take them again. It’s a game for them, really. They talk their way out of your head, and then hide everywhere, waiting for you to find them. Hide and seek, so it...
They lurk on the edges between reality and dreams, the border between this dimension and the one where they’ve become trapped. They escape constantly, only to be reeled back in as soon as the passage they used to come through closes.
Super 8 was phenominal.
Lived up to all my expectations. Exceeded them, actually. It was a damn good film, and it made me love J.J. Abrams even more. To quote one of my friends, “It made me want to be a kid again.” J.J. Abrams may seem to overuse the lens flare in his shots, but I honestly believe that added something to the film. I won’t reveal any major spoilers, but the way the monster...
Mmmm, The Cell Block Tango.
Northern Wind - City and Colour
You’re the Northern Wind, sendin’ shivers down my spine, You’re like falling leaves in an Autumn night. You’re the lullaby, that’s singing me to sleep. You are the other half, you’re like a missing piece. Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love. You don’t know what you do to me. (Oh me) You are all four seasons, rolled into one. You’re like the cold December snow in the warm July sun. And I’m the...
Make it Stop (September's Children)
Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, been gone forever. It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raise? Think back, the days we laughed, we braved these bitter storms together. But brought to his knees he cried, but on his feet he died. What god would damn a heart? What god drove us apart? What god could… Make it stop, let this end, 18 years pushed to the...
Drowning in a bucket of hysteria.
Time continues flowing, no matter what we do to stop it. What I’m most afraid of is the concept of death. We all die at one point or another, yet what happens after that? Do we wake up in a different body? Do we go to the mystical “afterlife?” No one knows, and this is what troubles me the most. The ever-closer creeping thought that it might just be a pure and destroying...