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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:26 pm
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Welcome Readers.
Harken Strangers! You've come here to read some horrid poems and stories, correct? Well, that is just below. My influence is Curtis Rx, of the band Creature Feature. My writing is an amature version of his. I hope to get as great as him one of these days. Another influence is Edgar Allen Poe, and Gris Grimly. Over time I will be working on a lot more projects. I have been told I am an excellent writer, but I have a little trouble posting my final drafts. I have been roleplaying on Gaia since I was about eleven, and my writing has drastically changed. I can do a lot of different writings from horror to romance. Maybe even a little horror romance. As I refer to the song "A corpse in my bed." Yes, I am a little bit insane, maybe a slight bit sadistic. But, that is quite alright. I like honest critiques, but please. Do not be disrespectful. "Oh, that's such a stupid story!" It's just extreamly rude. A simple, "You can use some work on your descriptions" will do. And here's when I talk to you about my Current projects. =]
One series of poems is based on one of his songs. "A Gorey Demise." It's an A-Z deaths on these little kids. I plan to make all twenty six. Some may be better than others. That is just how it is.
I am also working on a short story, the main character based on my obbsession (Curtis) Be prepaired for a lot of twists to my stories.
That is about it. If you'd like to open a vein and contact me, don't be afraid. Go ahead and private message me. I'm almost always online.
Also, if you'd like, you could visit my quest page and my banner page. That picture leads to my quest, and this link leads to my banner page. =] I made the home page banner, and the icon banner. Check it out.
Please, no posting on the first page. =] It is where my stories shall go. Thank you. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:27 pm
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Gorey Demise Poems.
Three poems. Amber, Billy, and Curt. I think Billy is my favorite so far. Curt is a little smaller and doesn't make much sense unless you think about it. What do you think?
A is for Amber Who Drowned in a Pool
Beautiful little Amber was a fool
Unable to swim, she sat near the pool.
Her parents had been gone for quite sometime
She knew they had told some lies.
"Just ten minutes, to the grocery store" they said
Amber just shrugged and continued to the shed
In search for her floaties, and inflatable quail
She began to frowned just as her hunt had failed
She heard the doors open behind her
What had accompanyed her parents? A massive ball of fur.
It charged towards the little girl
Knocking Amber into the pool in a whirl
Her mother and father groaned and moaned
Over their darling daughter, they got on the phone
Nine-one-one was the number they dialed
Thirty minutes later they were in denyal
Amber walked the land of the dead
Water filled in her little blue head
She felt nothing but pressure
A smile on her face, just like Cheshire.
B is for Billy Who Was Eaten by Ghouls
Charming young Billy, dared by his friends
Took a walk down the grave yard, end by end
Spooked by the beat of bats' wings
Billy jumped in the air with nothing to cling
He landed on a grave, sinking into the ground
His heart stopped as his feet were bound
By musty scented fingers, flesh barely clasped
To the rotting bones, he gasped.
Attempting to escape, he fell to the grass
Clawing and ripping praying to pass
All hell broke loose as the decaying corpse
Pulled itself up, causing the poor boys bones to warp
Billy lost his breath as he gazed at the living remains
as it bowed, exposing its brains
His eyes widened as his vison blurred
The corpse licked its muddy lips and hungered
Billys friends never found out what had occured
They assumed it was only a bird
An ambulance stole Billys bones, picked clean
The only witnesses were unseen
Down in the depts of the earth
Billy looks as if he were rebirthed
Covered in blood his skeleton was
Missing his left hand, the corpse clamped in his jaws.
C is for Curt With Disease of the Brain
Curt was a dashing young lad
One day he ran to the window in search of his cab.
He caught sight of a bright shop across the street
A smile grew beyond his cheeks
He scurried out the door, coat in hand
His mother, quite frightened, shouted out a command
"Get back in this house this instant!"
Curt was already out the door, on the hunt
His mother called and screamed
He stopped, having his thoughts redeemed
In the middle of the street, a car crashed into his body
Mama Curt cried bloody murder as she cradled him
To the hospital they went, to discover Curt uninjured by the crash
Mama was overjoyed until the doctor stroked his stash
"Your boy has a disease of the brain."
She furrowed her brows as the doctor explained.
Curt opened his eyes to catch sight of the dead
He turned around in his plan to have fled
Running into the lifeless wasn't a great thought
The deceased had a heart for nought
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:40 pm
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