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My Nightmare Has Just Begun

A song I wrote mimicking the lyrical style of Carach Angren

Silent fog rolls in from the south Holding hangs to navigate This long-forgotten world A testament to the dead The couple walks past the tombstones Treading carefully to avoid Suffocation, possession Attack from a vengeful spirit Hands break grasp When a...

Obsession

Why I will never re marry.

Stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dres...

Play Things

An innocent family caught in a supernatural bind.

This is just a small part of the story Play Things, I hope you enjoy... As I play with my old dolly I hear the front-door downstairs creek open. I climb swiftly to my feet and walk down the hall to see whom is in my home. My eyes find a family, the family...

Be Thankful

Consider yourself warned...

If I were near you, Lying beside you, You would have awoken to the feel of my lips on your body, The pull of my tongue and the wanderings of my hands Devouring you, Me tasting the sweet saltiness that is my reward Sparing not a drop I would be the sun tha...

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Wonderland: Lucy's Tale - Chapter Six

Friction arises in the form of the Princess.

It all started innocently enough, wandering through Macy’s, looking at dresses that were far too expensive and sophisticated for us to even consider."You should try it on, Luce," she urged me, stopping in front of a cocktail dress that a 16-year-old girl...

Wonderland - Lucy's Tale: Chapter Two

The story continues - Alert: mention of sex.

The end came quickly. In looking back, the signs are obvious to my adult self. Not to the 16 year old teenager that I had become. Junior year. So many possibilities were flowering open. I’d discovered boys, at least in theory, the year before. Alice had b...