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Tales From the Crapper
By R. Lugo

Chap. 1
There I sat alone and weary
Wondering if that sound was eerie
A sound , the sound of dread
Hoping no one heard the sound
I turned the water on to cover the sound.


I turned to my phone to take my mind off things.
I began to text my lady.
What are you doing?
What?
Are you texting from the bathroom?
Yeah, miss me?

Chap 2
We are in the middle of a game and my man says he needs a bio break. I figured a few minutes. It’s not like he took a book in there. Hurry up, we have to finish the mission.
Then I get a text.
What are you doing?
What? Are you texting me from the bathroom?
Yeah, miss me?
Are you crazy? Get out here, so we can finish the mission.
I’m busy.
Don’t tell me, hurry up.


Chap. 3
This is getting to be a regular thing. Sending links to check out and sending love notes from the toilet. This man is a hoot. Our friend Steve comes over to hang out. He is showing off his new phone. Poor guy is still not sure how to operate it. Dave shows him all the options, including how to text.

Steve makes his usual trip to the bathroom during his visit. How surprising, no comics this time. He had the comics on the phone.
Dave gets a text. He laughs because now Steve is sending tales from the crapper.
Then he thinks that he had better not Skype it. Now that would be a horror story worthy of Halloween.

Tonight is the night I don't have to walk alone,
a time when the crisp breeze speaks your name.

Hallowe'en, they say, is a night for the dead,
and you are the soul that lives on through me.

The warmer seasons bring hope to the living,
but this night makes the passing time bearable.

When the sky is filled by the moon, and stars shine brighter,
the distance between our worlds is closed.

so as I walk through pathways littered with leaves,
you are there with me, on this Hallows eve.

- SinginGhost

"BASKET"

By: David Lugo







FADE IN



INT. WELL LIT APARTMENT - DAY



A young successful working class woman (21/25) gets a knock on her door.



As she walks to the door you get a glimpse at her opulent living room. Sunlight cascades in through the huge penthouse windows bathing the room in warmth.



When she reaches the door she looks through the mirrored peephole.



Seeing no one there she cautiously opens the door.



Upon opening it she looks to the left then the right before she notices a basket of flowers on the floor in front of her.

{The sunlight in the spacious room blanketing her back while casting a shadow in front of her.}



She picks up the basket of flowers backs into the apartment then locks the door behind her; not noticing the shadow she had once cast no longer follows her.



As she walks back into the living room she pulls out the card placed in the basket and reads it. She pauses for a brief moment then places both card and basket on a coffee table.



Hearing what sounds like keys entering the front doors lock she turns abruptly.



A young man in his mid twenties opens the door to the apartment, walks in then closes the door behind him.



He walks into the huge living room, then sits on a sofa where he notices the basket of flowers on top of the coffee table.



Beside the basket he see a card and begins to read it.



"Our deepest condolences, she will be with you always."



FADE OUT

Bewitching
by Witchdoctor

Bewitching, magical
Those ice blue melt hearts
pierce souls
That soulful look
Hard to refuse
Hypotizing, memorizing
They are my mother's eyes

Blue as the sky, green as the ocean
Somewhere in between
Like a topaz gem but not as cold
Comforting, warm and inviting like home sweet home
Work your magic on me
Take the key to my soul

No More
By: Moonlight

I lay and stare.
I cannot breathe,
I have no air.
Into the darkness,
My mind disappears.
I know I am dead or dying,
But I do not fear.
I can hear people grieving,
It's their longing for me that I'm receiving.
I tell myself it’s time to let go,
For me now they have no hold.
I'm to join the lives of the immortals.
For me there will be no more fear,
No more sickness, and no more worries.
I'm to become one of living dead,
That never truly dies,
As long as there is blood running through my fangs,
My body will never succumb to anything but the daylight.
This vampire is ready,
Yes I’m ready for so much more than what my human life could provide.
Good bye old life,
Hello eternity.

These are the Photographs I am submitting for the Art part.
When you click on an image it will show you the image in a size 1024 by whatever. If you need a larger image. Let me know.

Zombie Cat

I've lived a good life.
Maybe more than 9.
Once, was called the baby of all the babies.
Now I become the old one or zombie cat.

They say old ones have old pet privedges.
Does it matter when you can't see
or walk as regally as before.
I keep you wondering what I'm looking at.
These old eyes have seem many things.
Like you growing up.

I've earned respect. Some worship or fear me.
No longer silky and smooth.
Maybe scuffy at times.
Don't mistake my purr for gentleness.

When the time of hunger sets in
I might require more than Tender Vittles.
I will hypotise you with with my milky eye.
Then drink you dry
To regain a new life
And live again!

Dual Pumpkin
(this was as small as it would go for me. Sorry if it happens to stretch the thread.)

Don't worry about the thread being put out of whack- worth it to see these great items. One week left and looking good. I know there is more talent out there on the site, some more artwork to share, stories? I have seen your work in your journals, come share.

Come on guys- show us what you got!

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Ethereal. Hauntingly Yours


You were a shadow, you came to me as one the first time, and every time after. I never saw you, only felt you near me. You were my ghost who came to haunt my Hallowe'en eve that was usually spent alone. At first I was afraid of you, sure that you would bring forth the monsters that had consumed my nights before.

Through your ethereal being, I learned trust, I felt pleasure; want and need became separate and one. With each fluid movement you played each of my strings as if I were an instrument. The chords you struck effortlessly, slowly you learned which sounds to draw from me and when. How to create a crescendo, when to strike the Forte and know if I needed a Lento, or not.

Each time you came to me, you had me stand under the moonlight exposed. My skin the blank canvas on which you would paint your sadistic picture. The silence, a captivated audience awaiting the first note.

Whimpers and moans mingled together to start the melody. Just as my cries were music to your ears, your growls of pleasure provoked a beautiful harmony. Simultaneously you conducted the orchestra and created a masterpiece.

With you the phantom and I the opera, I stand haunted and empty unless you've taken your seat above me. Your touch is my price, and your light is my vice. As the curtain rises, I am your stage. Enveloped and whole, your role taking its toll, soon I am transformed.

Who I was is gone, while who I am is here. Your gaze washing over me until I am clothed in your desire, colored by your will, and awakened in the soul created for me. My steps are shaky, and my voice cracks dry and flaky. Into a new world do you guide me. Soon I don't know who I was anymore.

My fear is unbound with your footsteps I've found, my masked villain arrives after all. Whispering and waiting, searching frantically I'm shaking. He's made me foreign inside. This soft flesh and silky hide, and while I'm beautiful outside, does he make me with sin?

Your song I sing, and with you I bring, everything I am after all. The whole we resonate together at last. Giving into you everything through and through. You are my deepest cry and my greatest high. My body you claim, but it's our melody you tame. I am slave to the sonata.

All too soon, the music stops, your shaded self flows effortlessly beside me as I stand, honourably bound.

Without hesitation I close my eyes and entrap myself in the darkness, sharing the void with you. Only with my awakened skin can I follow the flow of your being. A hand at my throat, lips fluttering above mine, teasing. Your chest against my back, your core leaning into me. Finger tips tracing each curve of me, all at once. Every piece of you, exploring, not yet devouring, lingering over me until I grant permission to be consumed by you. For you to reach into my soul and take what belongs to you.
I feel most owned in these moments, grounded and complete, not alone, not a single soul walking around surviving the day. The nights when you come to me as you are, a shadow, are the nights I live for.

by: SinginGhost

For the make-up and photos

1.Happy Halloween.

Hey kid what will you do for Halloween?
Will you be good or mean?
Will you trick or treat
And see how much candy will you eat?
Are you curious to see who you might meet?
Vampires left their empires
Witches, werewolves, and ghouls are out to scare souls
And ghosts to search for hosts
Black cats, bats and owls
Did you hear those howls?
Trolls are under the bed
But don’t be sad
On this weird night
The moon is bright
Giving a beautiful light
When all dark creatures are out to fight
Be prepared for a fright
And a scary sight
On this night
You won’t be alone
Not even at home
All creatures of the night
Will keep you company
All the creatures that you fear, my dear
What an irony!
Where will you be
on this night of Halloween?

2.Trick or Treat

If we meet and
I don’t get a treat
Beware because I won’t
Be neat
My trick is worse than a kick
Give me what I desire
Or I’ll spread fire
I am a child
But I can be wild
If you don’t give me what I want
It’s you I will haunt
I will make a spell
And there will be hell
Give me what I wish
Or you will vanish
I will raise my army of toys
And I’ll take the life of yours
Mum and dad
Do not be sad
I can wake up the dead
But I won’t
If you give me what I want
I am not mean
It's just Halloween!


3.Halloween.
What a beautiful scene
On Halloween
Witches, vampires and in between
Ghosts, and more all to be seen
But don’t be obscene
And don’t be mean
On this routine
Of Halloween
What will you be
On Halloween?

4.TheWitch.

I am a witch
I can be rich
I can put a spell
And raise hell
I can put a hex
On my ex
I am clean
But I can be mean
I can be good
If I am in the mood
I can be nice
But not twice
What can I do for you?
I can give you a fright
At any night
With my Boooo!

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Three more days guys!

I took a chapter from my story here, and tweaked it into a Halloween short story:

I am officially entering my profile on this account :)

to my dear friends.

It is very soon to Halloween and we are making parties into secret parties from the law. In Malta the Prime-Minister is using the catholic religion and the church to stop us with the excuse of Halloween celebrations are there for celebrating for Satan and his demons and bla bla bla. Well if its for rapes and killings is one thing but using bullshit excuse as religion is out of point LOL

but we did the party anyway. :P

Oh I am the Devilled NUN cause honestly I am scared shitless of nuns. I hate clowns and I hate Nuns. I was abused by nuns when I was a kid so that is how I see them. not to make fun of them but wanted to wear into something I am always scared of .

I am entering this account

Within the Silence


The rough surface of her skull I can still fill upon my icy hands. The ear bleeding screams let out when his cold hands were drugged across her torso. I had to feel sorry for her in a way. I just stood there and watched him torture her to the point of death. At this point I held back all screaming voices in my head, hoping that silence would fond me and take over my now shaking corpse. Knowing what lies ahead if I tell a soul leaves a preference that silence was needed. Blocking out all human thought I made my way to the next town where the next victim would live waiting for what comes next.

HELP ME PLEASE! Woke me up out of a deadly sleep. I couldnt shake off what happened just a few short hours ago. Hearing her beg for life was just too mcuh. My master wouldnt let me leave the room. So I was forced to watch him beat and rape her. The young girl was only about my age. Her name was Zerena. Such beauty captured within such a small frame. Her golden hair bounced off her lean shoulders. Her jade green eyes had shown bright with heart breaking fear. I was always told by my mother, "You find someone who will house you dont ever walk away from that take a hold of it."

I can still remember the night I met him. It was cold as death at the end of January. It never made sense on the fact that he chose me over all the other pretty girls in the square. Having coal black eyes, pale icy skin, and bleach blonde hair never worked to an advantage for me. I was sitting watching the stars as he approached from the far end of the square. He was strong with glossy raven black hair, with golden cat green eyes. I was instantly drawn to his eyes like they were yelling at me.

"Excuse me young lady whats your name?", he asked almost silent.

"Um...my name is Alexia.", I said shaking

Then theres nothing but his house lingering in my mind. I am still not sure how. I ended up there. I still can feel those icy finger tips of his exploring my most private areas of my being. I wasnt even there for 3 hours before he started pulling me into his twisted plans. I still wonder why he chose Zerena. "was it her beauty, her intelligence, or was it that he wanted what he couldnt have?"I asked myself

Some questions are better left unknown I guess. The cold silence consumed me as I fell into sleep

I woke up within the strong arms that normally found my torso after a slaughter which for some reason I didnt care that he killed Zerena last night it still brings a smile to my face in a screwed up way. Seeing him bring her into the room last night brought happiness to my form. She was so scared that it made worth wild watching him rip her clothes off then he had his way with her. Then he beat her to death which in a sick way was what she deserved. She always had everything handed to her when i had to fight to get where I am at today. She was a selfish little priss that has no idea what it meant to be a slave to a guy who sees women as toys for his amusement. In so many ways yes I felt sorry for her but not enough to stop Zaire from killing her. I managed to get myself out of his arms long enough to get a shower, get dressed, and make myself fit into Zaire's standards on how Im supposed to present myself.

"ALEXIA GET IN HERE NOW!"he screamed.

I headed back into the bedroom where he pulled me on top of him.

"Baby do you know how lucky you are? I could have chose anyone but I picked you," he whispered in my ear

"I know I'm very lucky hun, I can never repay you for taking me last month," I whispered seductively.

He lured me into a soft kiss which brought star to my eyes. I now remember why did I love him. He can be a control freak but he is always tender with me. He has never shown anger towards me, its always other people.

"I love you Hun, trust me all those girl dont have anything against you."Zaire cooed as he drew back from our kiss. I stared into his eyes. The eyes that can get to do anything. He smiled and he pulled me into a deep kiss as he kissed me he pulled at my clothes, feeling his hands upon my flesh feels like theres a fire burning under the surface. A few hours later we lay tangled in each other's arms. His hands running through my hair, I never wanted to leave his strong presence. He lays as still breathing lightly as he stroked my hair, he could pass for dead.

My mind wondered back to the day I moved out from my mother's. She didnt understand why someone as powerful as Zaire could want her daughter. She thought he was crazy to like a girl who has such a string will and free mind. She held back the tears but in the end when I started to walk away she let them fall. Something made me feel gulity for leaving so young. Zaire just wanted his future wife to be with him so he could train her in the proper arts of the respect that was needed for men if you wish tp remain among the living. I have to admit the lessons were tough but he never lost his temper with me besides one time. He locked me in ourfor three days without food. I was used to this because when living with my motherI was use to going without food for days because we couldnt afford it.

Not many people understand where I come from but Zaire knows I grew up inside my own hell. He saved me in a way I guess. Tonight we're going to get a girl named Crystalline. Heres the thing about this girl I dont like her because of past issues. Zaire knew this and I think thats why he chose to destory her next, which was fine by me I didnt care if she lived or died. As I view it most of the population should be dead instead of bringing the evil to an extreme level.

He brought in the little girl. She looked so scared that I had to say sumthing.

"Dont worry sweets you're completely safe here. He just wants to have some fun ok." I cooed

She must have believed me because she did what he wanted. He slowly took her off her black tank top and finished by slipping her out of her skimpy skirt that hugged her just right. I sat there licking my lips at the thought of what was going to happen next. I sat my usual way facing him like I was taught. He started the descent upon her. She must have known what he was really doing because of the glass shattering scream that ripped through the air which brought a twisted sense of happiness to this whole thing.

The crystal shards slipping down her cheek wouldnt save her, Zaire didnt care that he was hurting her. I felt bad but I got over it as Zaire rose off of her almost lifeless corpse. Then he stood over her just smirking which in a way that was pure evil and I loved it. He looked at me with question in his eyes.

"Hun what should we do to her?"he curped

"I dont know ."do what you want, just make sure she's dead."I hissed

"You do know that was your sister right?" he questioned

"And your point would be. I want her dead.I dont care about her anymore. She didnt care about me when she let our father beat me, so she's worthless to me."I hissed

"Anything for you babe."he whispered

Then pulled me into a deep kiss which left me gasping for what little air was around me. Then he walked over to her stilled body and pulled out a silver blade. He started spinning it in his hand with such a demonic smilre on that unhuman face of his that it made everything in me scream for him.

"Babe do you want to make the first cut?" he asked with an evil smile.

"Yeah give me the blade; she deserves death handed to her by her own blood." I whispered.

"Do you want to torture her for a while before the slow and painful death that awaits her?" He questioned with cold eyes.

"I dont care what we do. I just want her to be in pain, to suffer like did for so many years. While she was off god only knows where i was beat for nothing, i just because i breathed." I hissed through clenched teeth.

The blade felt like solid ice to me, nothing can take that feeling away from my mind. I carefully followed Zaire's instructions on where to cut. I slowly pushed a blade into chest. The scream let out from my sister could have broken my heart if i cared about her.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" she yowled painfully. Pllleeaase Stop!" she cried shaking. I just stood there watching her icy shards fall like glass. I didn't feel sorry for her at all. I never wanted to see someone else's blood so bad in my whole life. As the river ran over her body i could smell the bitter scent of that sweet crimson. Her shaking body finally went limp after i drove the blade into the her hallow throat. I just stood there looking at the body of my only sister and i didn't care that I killed her. Everything started to spin then poof icy darkness engulfed me.

I woke up inside Zaire's arms as normal, but the only change was I smelled the blood in the air. It was like an aged wine, it smelled like cranberries and rust. It was flawless. I wanted to taste it, have it run wild through my body. As i thought about my heart began to race before i realized anything that was going on i bit Zaire's hard.

"MMMMM ALEXIA" seeped through his thin lips as I lick and sucked at the now open wound in his chest. His hands ran up the center of my back. His fingers entangled in my hair keep pulling me closer to the wound.

I was dazed by several emotions except none were as strong as the bloodlust i felt within. The hunger took over like fire on paper.

"Baby you did well last night you deserve it," Zaire whispered. He pulled me into a heart stopping kiss. He was always so gentle when I did well in his eyes. I never wanted to displease him. Our kisses turned into darken lights where we were left breathless in each other's arms.

"I love you Zaire" was the last thing i remember saying before i fell into the darkness within my own mind.

Within the darkness I felt so strong hands find their way around the hollow of my throat. I couldn't find the energy to scream. I couldn't breathe. I tried fghting as the knife came down hard ripping through my stomach. I screamed for air but my body wouldn't respond to my command. I was helpless. I stared straight into the face of my killer. It was my love Zaire. His cat eyes sharp like knives staring into mine. I saw the tears running down his cheeks as he whispered i love you baby girl. Then i jolted awake. I curled up into a tiny little ball and held that position for hours as the icy shards found their way to the surface. I felt like that dream was telling me something about my future but what i couldn't understand if that waswhat was going to happen to me why would god let me see my own fate before it happens unless it was to give me a shot to change and make what what has happen right in order to save my own. I sat there in a ball thinking until Zaire burst through our bed room doors and pried me open.

"Baby girl whats wrong," he questioned full of fear.

"Nothing I just need some time alone right now,"I replied calmly trying not to show the fear I was hiding.

"Hun you're a mess and I found a new target,"he cooed as if in a daze at the thought of slauter.

"Who is she,"I said with concern

"Its not a she, its a he. Its your father. Yo.u made me the comments several times that you would jump at the chance to get him back for every little damn thin he has done to you," he said with somewhat joy.

"Oh my god are you crazy,"I screamed filled with rage, but as I thought about it, it actually made sense. Zaire was giving me a chance to face my own father to repay him for all of his wrongs, but something didnt make sense to me thoguht. I just pushed out all questions thoughts in hopes to find the joy Zaire was looking for.

"So hun how are you feeling,"he said with concern plastered all over his eyes.

"I'm feeling a bit better,"I said filled with fake joy. I didnt even feel close to better for some reason the thought of me facing my father was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I stll coldnt shake the dream that plagued me last night.

My thoughts just raced as everything started falling together. Zaire looked pleased that I finally got my full backbone and my father look so damn fucked up it was actually funny to me. I know it sounds twisted but in many ways I am so much like Zaire that it scares me. I don't even know why I wanted to kill him anymore because it would be like killing myself for no apparent reason. I sat there debating it while Iwent through the leather pouch trying to find my favorite knife.

I found my blade and I walked up to the worse person in the room and I held it to his throat. The feel of the handle brought me comfort.

"You know what daddy; I cant spare your life because you now know way to damn much for your ow good. I am sorry that you pitiful attempts to save your life didint work out the way you planned. I am truly sorry hough. Just think you will see your daughter soon." I said in a snotty kind of way.

I made a clean cut along side of the main blood vein lining his throat. Watching the blood run down over his clothes, in so many ways this made everything inside of me burst to life. All of my sense were living and breathing in the scent of what had to happen. I didnt feel guilt for once because this no matter how wrong it was felt perfect watching. I continued the cut all the way down his chest as slowly as possible. Listening to him scream in pain and for mercy. I could not bring myself to stop the blade. I just kept pulling it down slowly enjoying the scent and the sight of the blood spilling all over the floor. I watched his body fall to the floor after the restraints were undone. Knowing I completed my mission to seek revenge was over now was the hard part choosing the method that would kill the man I loved so he could no longer hurt anyone else.

"Hun whats wrong you dont look happy. Babe you did it. He's gone why arent you happy about it. You got rid of him you completed your revenge. Baby speak to me please you're scaring me," Zaired asked worried and excited all at the same moment.

"Well yeah I am happy about it but my job isnt done complete yet," I said as I walked slowly toward him.

I held the knife tightly behind my back as Zaire welcomed me into his arms.

"Baby what do you mean your work isnt over," Zaire said surprised.

"Well sweetie my job inst done till I say it is. ONly I can complete the task I was put in this world to do. Zaire you have done so much in your life. You have tortured, beat, and rape innocent girls for a reason I dont care to hear. There are no excuses for what was done or what will be done. I am going to tell you about a dream I had last night. It all started out in our room. I was the one tied down to bed fighting to be relased. You positioned above me having your way with me. After you finished your torture you beat my slender body bloody to the point where I lay as still as death. The you poison me with a clear liquid. As the poison runs through my body wildly you stand by the bed. You tell me that I was part of your little game the whole time. That you had to gain my trust enough to lead me to the point where I would help you defeat your enemies. Then as I take my last breath you kiss me gently telling me you're sorry.

"You know what Zaire this dream wouldnt have bothered me so much if I knew you better. So hun its your choice you leave or you can play my game,"I cooed.

"What kind of game," Zaire questioned.

"Games of wits, Zaire do you love me," I asked with anger filling me

"Of course why wouldnt I," Zaired said as if it was programmed into his mind.

"Baby I am sorry about this but I dont regret my choice,"I say as I threw the knife through Zaire's neck.

"Baby why," Zaire said within his last breath of air.

"For all the people you killed may they have mercy on your soul in hell," I say within a laugh.

Then I walked out of the room where my dead father and now my dead husband lay within thier own personal hell filled with silence.

day of the dead


day of the dead
night of delight
where do we go
when we follow the light ?

our bodies are buried
or cooked down to ash
except kieth richards father
who was snorted as stash

on the day of the dead
when the party is done
we pour one more tall one
then pick up a gun

we think of the dead
and the dead start to cry
they know how we're feeling
and what we will try

they send us a message
we can't even hear
the gun's getting heavy
so is the beer

with the dead in our heart
we drift off to sleep
gun on the table
dried tears on our cheeks

day of the dead
night of delight
where do we go
when we follow the light ?


by martin

I am a vampire

by joanna olivarez aka darkangel
also known as flamingdarksouls


I'm flesh and blood
but not human,
I haven't been human
for over two thousand years,
I am a vampire,
I walk the streets
preying on those who cross my path,
I am what i am,
as far as i know
I am the oldest living vampire in the world,
I was taught
never to drink from the dead,
for their blood weakens me,
mortals are so easy to kill
u almost feel sorry for them,
Through out my years of living,
I have seen vampire pretending
to be humans
pretending to be vampires,
I laugh at this,
I am not the spirit of any age,
all i am
Is an immortal,
with a mortals passion to live,
I am a vampire,
a child of fear,
a child of anger,
a child of hatred,
a child of evil,
I don't call what i do living,
I call it surviving,
I am a child who can not die,
but then again,
I am a child who did die,
I am a vampire!!!

this poem is not much... but it is my poem... i wrote it... i did not copy... i made this years ago... its one of my favorite poems i wrote... hope you enjoy... blessed be...

I would like to enter

I am offically entering my profile in the contest.

Make-Up entry

Digital Artwork Entry

I'm entering my profile

I'm took this picture of my mom in law and I love it. I'm entering it.

.. (In the Dark)

My love you are that dark echo in my heart
Dwelling within my soul, let time not start.
Let the world still and eternally be yours.
Hunger, such pain while apart, sours.
Not enough words to articulate how I love thee.
Hold me, steal me, I don't want to be free.
Upon my body lay your mark
And lay with you, holding me in the dark.








Dark Nemesis


The dirt that lays upon you, the lies that no bath
Will begin to clean.
All that you'll be is dust beneath my feet,
All Nemesis has seen
So smile and wait, and on that day I'll laugh.
The pretty statue will begin to crumble and decay
I see the truth of what you are now
And pity for thee has long had it's day.
The curtain closes upon us, take a bow.






Beautiful Corpse


A living corpse, it feels nothing
And walks among the living.
Yet the people can't see a thing.
The beauty blinds them from believing.
His eyes gaze vacant and feed upon pain
The beautiful corpse mimic life
But unable to truly feel.
He laughs as she reaches for the knife
Too late she finds him unreal.
Her tears sting the scars upon her face






Death

The limbs like vines twist and turns
Around my wrists and thighs
The wicked nature learns
As the horror transforms before my eyes.
I see dark eyes gleam crimson in moonlight
And canines ready to penetrate
As it bend forth as I fight.
No use, it's too late.





Cruelty Lies beneath


There is no truth
No softness to thine youth
Cruelty lies beneath a fair face
Inside empty space
Nothing could beat within your chest
Put thy cruelty to thine rest.
Let the world inside
Or I'll soon not abide
This pain anymore.
Cruelty lies beneath.
No longer for you, will I weep.





Sands of Time


The sands of time pour
What will be, will be.
Soon it shall not bore.
Truth will set me free.
The silence will invite.
The bliss that awaits.
That final bite.
I leave it to the fates.




Bloody Wonder

The Bloody wonder of you so silent.
The stillness that fed.
Tomorrows my love for you, not meant.
The sweet breath, last said.
I gave upon the torn arteries that lay upon your form.
Crimson glistens in the sunlight.
I brush your cheek, your blood is still warm
Such beauty created from my bite.

The above poem is titled "Desiree"

hopefully this works, me and my friend were zombie hunters for trick or treat

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uploaded the same pic i put the link to above onto my page, it's the bottom one

Here's a short story! :D

Shrill alarms sounded in the dead of night. Alana sat straight up in her bed. She took a couple of deep breaths and realized the fire alarms were going off. She jumped out of bed and went running to open the door. The only thought running through her head was that she needed to get to her parents room and make sure they got out ok. As she made her way down the hall, she felt her lungs burned the smoke. Suddenly, fire consumed the path she was taking to her parents. She turned to go the other way, but fire was there as well. Fire was everywhere all at once.
Suddenly, her alarm clock went off and she sat straight up in bed. Luckily, the whole scenario had just been a dream. She calmed her racing heart and went downstairs. She found a note on the fridge that her parents had gone out on an emergency call. They were both FBI agents so this was no sight to her.
Since it was a Saturday and Halloween, she grabbed a bag of chips, a 2 liter of soda, some other sweet goodies, and curled up on the couch to watch the cheesy movies playing on tv. She sat there, mindlessly munching on chips as she zoned out to the meaningless images before her.
She picked up the phone to call her best friend, Lacy.
“Hello?” Came the familiar voice of her best friend.
“Hey girl. You wanna come over for a movie marathon and eating horrible, yet delicious food?”
“Hello? Hellllllo? Is anyone there?” Lacy said, obviously worried and impatient.
“Lacy! Can you hear me? Are you there?”
Lacy finally hung up the phone. Alana figured Lacy was in a dead zone and couldn't hear anything. Alana returned to the tv and then thought she could at least go to the store to get some treats for the trick-or-treaters who would surely be coming by later that night.
As she walked through the front of the store, she felt invincible. No one gave any acknowledgment to her presence. She figured it was a busy day and that everyone was too worried with rushing around to be bothered with small talk. She browsed the aisles of the store, trying to find where they had put the candy. Finally, she found where they were kept at one point. Now, a lonely sign that read “Sold out of Halloween Candy” stood in their place. In a way, she thought it was a gravestone. The candy had departed. The sign commemorated their existence.
Later that night, she sat out on her front porch, as the children that were out for Halloween began to meander down the street. She watched as all the interesting costumes passed by. She did notice something odd. No children were coming to her. She was obviously sitting on the front porch. The porch light was on. However, the children would merely glance in her direction, giving no outward sign that they saw her. They would simply move on after a moment of two of looking. However, one little girl did stop longer than the others. Alana could've swore she even made eye contact with her. This girl could obviously see her. So why wasn't she coming to get candy?
After a while, there were no more children wandering the streets. They had all retreated back into their homes to pig out on the candy they had just collected. Like little reapers eating the souls of their victims, so would the children eat their candy. With that thought, Alana realized she had become more macabre on this day.
Alana decided she would go over to Lacy's house directly. She did try once more with her cell phone, but came out with the same result. She figured it was just a problem with her cell and she would have to get it fixed on Monday.
As Alana walked up the walkway to Lacy's front door, she saw that it was standing wide open. Alana slowed her paced and cautiously went through the front door. She called out for Lacy but got no reply. She began walking from room to room, noticing the house was a bit messy. She called out a few more times but still no answer. Finally, Alana saw the sight that made her whole world turn upside down. She saw Lacy, lying on the floor, in a puddle of blood. She was gasping for air. She ran over to her side, tears streaming down her face.
“Lacy stay with me! Stay awake!” Alana said, but Lacy gave no sign of recognition to Alana.
With a final heave of her chest, it was clear that Lacy had taken her last breath. Alana shrieked as she realized this new truth. Within a moment, Alana saw something that blew her mind. Slowly, like someone awakening from a long and deep slumber, Lacy sat up. But she was in perfect condition but there was still her dead body on the floor. What had just happened?
“Oh my god, Lacy! You're all right!”
She looked at Alana. “In a way I suppose. My physical body isn't all right. I was murdered. I have died and passed on. And so have you. Alana... you died in a house fire this morning.”

I apologize about the nonindention. I copied it straight from Notepad.

Sight in the Darkness, lost in the Light

Tortured by the memories of self delusion
Chained by the unconscionable bane of my existence
Roaming aimlessly
With those who harshly judge me
The whips of punishment scarring me deeply
The Great Halls of my emotional prison, darkly lit
Yet I see through the dark lit dimly
Obscured by the light of the black candles
And yet.........I love the dark around me
Enveloping me with it's presence
Comforting me...........as a child with a blanket at midnight
It's thickness as the Fog in the Night Winters of London
Bestowing me wisdom, despite the Light
Healing the self-inflicted wounds of past Devils Desires
Telling me to embrace the pain.......live for it's lessons
That I might see in the Dark, while lost in the Light.

Mel J. Fleming II

My artwork. Oil-colors on canvas.

Please enter me in the contest.

My profile plus 2 poems.

I have no long form stories to share, Also no original artwork/photography as I am just now having seen contest posted.

I'll enter my profile into the contest.

I would like to enter my zombie cheese profile to contest

My Halloween costume/Makeup photos. The look was inspired by Mina Harker from Dracula and League of Extraodinary Gentlemen. This is my steampunk gothic variation of Mina. The Top Hat was handmade by my friend H. Makeup and hair by me.

Fantasy Vampire and Fae story. This is the story of where I got my alias/Pseudonym from.

Rated R for this chapter, due to fantasy action and violence .

As The World Falls Down by NellMorgan


"Going to rate this place a minus 1 on holidaydestinations.com." I said snarkly.

Nell charged forward and swung her sword clean through one of the feral Elfin's chest.

"I don't know, the views are lovely." She slices him from chest to head and without looking, throws a Kunai back behind her, entering the female's forehead. "Warm weather, exotic locals."

Seth was positioned behind me, his back to mine. Kain was to my left and Nell quickly sprinted to my left, bloody blade in hand. I hear Seth draw his sword, Kain quick-draws his AK47 and takes out four of the creatures. I have my PPK aimed at the Elf, evilly bearing its bloodied pink stained teeth at me - hunger in his eyes. I fire one shot repeatedly after the other. It kept coming for me, despite me shooting it in the chest. I hear the wet sound of metal upon flesh behind me. The blood smelled terrible. i see in the corner of my eye, Nell produce more Kunai little blades, and saw one creature, get three Kunai to the head, one to the chest and two in...a lady doesn't say. The thing was still going. I kept firing. I panicked as I clicked and no bang heard. Kain fired it in the head, it stumbled and kept going. I took that time to reload, It got up, was then eight paces front. I fired into his temple, repeatedly - while screaming at it. I drew my blade and hacked off it's head. Another came towards me. I swung the blade and impaled his temple, and it kept gnashing its teeth. Nell takes a blade and drives from ear through to ear.

"Need your ears cleaned mate." She joked.

"Ewww." I said as I decapitate it's head.

"Lenore you Badass." Laughed Kain.

"I think it's dead, Dear." Said Nell, as I kept chopped at the two that attacked me.

"I like this holiday." Clapped Kain excitedly. "Can we play some more. The locals are so accommodating."

"Where was your last holiday, pet, Zombieland 'Centerparks'."

"When did you read my diary?" Kain winked. "What were our Playmates anyway?"

"Reverent Vampire like beings - The Fae equivalent. These are - or were should I say, the 'Pavryme', formally Elflins of the South. A Nation fallen by the the Great-virus. They feed only upon their own kind, hence them charging primarily toward Lenore and myself." Explained Seth.

We journeyed henceforth, me behind Seth, Nell and Kain following behind. We headed toward to drier, rockier terrain. We walked towards the view of the beautiful mountains ahead. We kept an eye out for the Pavryme, for Seth warned us that there were many more out there. I sensed that we were being followed, confirmed by the brief tap of rock.

"Pavryme." Nell and I said in unison, as we all drew our weapons.

Nell jumped upon the large rock at our side, then flipped mid air onto the ground, next to us silently, not a pebble moved.

"Pavryme Vally bellow, keep going, no sound.". She whispered.

I kept turning left to the Vally side to the other larger rocks to the right. We moved slowly forward, weapons held and poised at the ready.

"On my back." Said Seth softly.

I climbed upon his back, encircled my arms and legs around his muscular frame. He climbed the gnarled, twisted, petrified tree. His legs straddled two strong branches and he learned forward to look bellow, as a Pavryme Hoard galloped towards us. Nell seem to almost pole dance around the tree, as the creatures drew near. I was in utter bewilderment. Nell then let the Hoard come near and she fired her two Uzi mm at the Ferrels. She laughed as she blew away five heads. Kain sat down and pulled out a packet cheesy Doritos and began munching while watching Nell fabulous roundhouse kicks two Pavryme while loading her Uzis. Nell then spun balletic elegance as she took out countless reverent creatures. She crouched, spun low on her bottom, taking out numerous feet. When she ran out of ammo, she uses the weapons to thwack them into faces and breaking noses in the process. Crack after crack, she finally dropped the firearms and grinned and drew her Battle-ax.

"Oh this is going to be fun." She said girlishly. "Come and get me boys. Who wants a kiss?"

She promptly headbutted one of them. As she spun gloriously hacking limbs of the monstrous Elvins and sang. It was mesmerizing and terrifying watching her. It was glorious and horrific. She sang in perfect pitch 'Time Warp'. Finally we gazed in admiration and nausea at Nell stood smiling amongst the defeated bodies of the Undead Elvins.

"Do I get a cookie?" Nell smiled sweetly.

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