I Beyond the veil: the Good, the Evil, Visions of mysteries seen by the chosen few. At our given time, one by one, Souls will be carried by Angels to Love or Snatched by demons, cast into the pit. II Beyond the veil, time ceases to exist; Eternally rest in love and glory, or Forever suffer agonizing flames of fire? The choice is ours; free will, a most precious gift, To accept and love or betray and loathe, Memento mori:...

It was haunted. It had to be. How else could it be doing what it was doing, stealing her soul bit by bit? Evil. Sadistic. It was incessant and invasive, convincing her that the world outside was not what it seemed. Pitting her against herself, that was its strategy. Whatever it was that lived inside that clock. She wasn’t even sure where it came from. Was it there all along; when she’d moved in? Or, did someone sneak into...

And in this labyrinthThe hallways, they echoed and groanedCreatures that lurk in the darkThey keep watching, watching me drownWhy are they talking to me?What does it mean, who should I be?I think I’m paranoidMy hands are too shaky to holdI try real hard but I can't forgetThe evil that I see has taken over me  

“Anna.” I heard the distant voice say my name but I was too grief-stricken to answer. I felt someone stroke my hair and the voice repeated my name. “Anna.” I lifted my head and my heart leapt with joy! “Astrid! My darling! I thought...” She smiled weakly and squeezed my hand, closing her eyes once again. “So cold,” she whispered. “You have lost much blood, my love,” I spoke softly, holding her hand between my two, “Elenia...

(Author's Note: This piece is about an evil man. If you're offended by evil deeds, please don't read this. If you have a gentle soul, please protect it. Go read an emotionally uplifting story that will add value to your life. For me, this was cathartic to write. I don't know how long I will keep it posted. The truth-of-things is often ugly and sometimes it is better not to know the truth. But I also know that sometimes on...

The rainwhich beatsupon the glasspoints thewayto poisongas. The sunwhichwarms the stagnant poolgoes down atduskand leaves itcool. The cloudsmushroomingoverheadtell us there’smuch more todread. The lightning strokewhich tears theskycarries deathto low and high. Good and evil,love and hate,they’re all waiting at the gate.Betrayal, fear,pain, and deathcan be feltin every breath.

As I sleep you found me there You offered your hand to help me out I'm asleep and don't really care Not sure what this is about Flowers around me are pink The flowers are all in bloom Not really sure what to think This is a really weird room You're carrying me out of here Where will you bring me Now awake crying with tears Put me down pretty please You don't listen to me I feel magic all around I try to break free I hear...

It didn't take the prince long to find Snow White. As he entered the small hut of a house, he could smell freshly made tea. And sure enough, there sat his fair lady sipping from a tea cup, with a body split in two beside her. “How did you find me?” Asked Snow White. “All the animals have returned from hiding, my fair lady, so I figured there was no one left in the forest to disturb them.” Said the prince as he bowed. The...

Snow White was wandering around looking for something to take the next little man out with when she stumbled down a huge hole. Looking up from the hole, she knew if she could get some sharp sticks this would be perfect as a pit. Climbing out, she set off to find some large sharp sticks. Once she found ten sticks, she was happy with, she stuck the blunt end in the bottom of the hole and moved onto the next. In no time at a...

Part 3 Snow White ran until she tripped over the skirt of her night gown and fell to the ground. Getting up, she looked down at her tatted clothes. Then she had an idea. Searching around her, she found a vine and ripped it from a nearby tree. Next she pulled at the top half of her night gown and separated the top from the skirt, making it two parts. Then she turned her skirt around and ripped from the bottom to the top. T...

Part 2 That night the seven little men went to the castle and found the princess asleep in her bed. They bound her legs and arms with rope and stuffed her mouth with grass. Then they carried her over their heads in a straight line and disappeared into the forest. Once in the forest, they put the princess down and cut all her ties. The princess sat in shock as she spat the grass out of her mouth. Thinking they were safe th...

Part 1Once upon a time in a faraway land, lived a beautiful young girl named Snow White. She was named due to her very fair skin that was as white as the shining white snow of the winter wonderland where she lived. Her lips were the colour of blood and her eyes shone like blue sapphires. Although she was beautiful, she was quite cruel. Her father had not long remarried and his new queen was not all she seemed. Snow White'...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Where grace and evilMeet the screaming stars,Lamplight in dragonlightEchoes matchless lost dreamsAnd are torn apart in raging squalls.Twisting vines of sweet decayAre wreathed around this ugly neckAnd thorns of bitterness so blackStab down and rip teeth through her throat.Break the night and cull the heart,Or writhe the scoffing...

There are two kinds of evil men,There are two kinds of men,There are the evil men who think they are doing good,And there are the evil men who know they are doing evil.I am Cain who killed Abel.

Evil is as evil does  Wicked witches speak in tongues  Spewing forth their bilious spells  Creating their special hells You may think these crones exist  Just inside the tales of Grimm  Sadly, though, that's not the case  A Witch will often hide her face The ugly hag is in the heart  While casting out her nasty charms  The clue is not a pointed hat  Or warty chin  Or midnight cat Since where they are you might not see  A...