Cryaotic(WARNING: general horror, violence)Cryaotic by l1k3gh0sts
Secrets. They are a fundamental part of our lives and sometimes they are the only things that keep us sane. I know a lot of people think I don’t have any secrets but I do. The part that really sucks is my secrets keep secrets even from me. I only wish I could forget it all at times.
Everyone thinks I’m just your average guy and I swear that I can be. My secret is the only thing that makes me a little less normal than others. I don’t expect you to understand what I go through. How could you? No one else sees them and no one else hears them. No one else has the pressure of constantly being watched even when you want to be alone. Each one is very different but they are all a huge part of my life that I can’t imagine being without. You want to hear about them?
Well the first one I call Mad. It’s the only name that I could think of that fits his personality. It doesn’t seem right to call him by anything else. He’s
LADY AND THE TRAMP III: LET NO DOG DIVIDELADY AND THE TRAMP III: LET NO DOG DIVIDE by bookiliar
May 10, 1861 St. Louis, Missouri.
The sound intruded on the bright spring day, cutting across the persistent whisper of the wind in the treetops and the cacophony of chirping birds. It was in variance with the placid scene of wild flowers blooming at the edges of the roadway and the rosebuds' blossoms that hung like a pale purple haze across the landscape. Lady paused uneasily to listen to it, her gracefully arched eyebrows drawn together as she tried to discern its source. The sound came gradually nearer, a swelling rhytm: like a distant drumbeat or a hundred footsteps falling together, like the rush of waves upon a shore or a cordon of marching men. Clutching the carefully packed basket of sundries she had been on her way to deliver to her fiance at the Confederate camp on the outskirts of town, Lady whirled to stare back the way she came, down the country lane toward swiftly advancing ranks of Union soldiers. The dappled sunlight that filtered through the branches above cast s
I Hate Itching(WARNING: general horror)I Hate Itching by l1k3gh0sts
I hate itching. It's one of the few things that can be the single most satisfying feeling in the world or drive a person to absolute madness. The horrible kind are the ones that you can't seem to find. They live somewhere deep under your skin and no matter how hard you scratch at it nothing helps.
I hate itching. It's been unbearable for hours now. I can feel it so clearly. It feels like there are small insects crawling along my body. Tiny little legs dragging across my muscles somewhere where my nails can't get to. I have been scratching at it for a while but I can't find the source.
Now that I think of it I hate bugs. I hate them almost as much as itching. It feels just like bugs crawling around under my skin. The ugly little things are the stuff of nightmares, their creepy little eyes and sectioned bodies. It's unnatural how many legs they have on either side of their bodies. Most of those little legs are covered in small hairs and they don't have feet. Not