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Blood drips down, it's vulgar
They say he pleaded over,
Over the clouded mourn;
My murderous shroud is born.
Hot, sticky, sweet drips
Sugars good with frosted dip.
They say I have a twisted mind.
Blood's the straberry syrup
He said he had had enough;
I freaked him out,
Messed with his mind;
Got to tell you it was fun.
Blood be tasty; better run
It's twisted and freaky
You'd really have to tweak me;
I know it all seems so wrong.
But it's so much fun!
I like the taste of candy,
You might come in handy.
Not the regular cake and cream,
If you know what I mean
They say I have a twisted mind;
My twisted mind as you will find,
It confuses candy with gore.
As I told you before,
They say I have a twisted mind.
It's sick and wrong,
But so much fun!
Your blood looks sweet,
It's time to eat,
Because I have a twisted mind.
.....Delicious
K.N.B. (Brophy) -03
Blood drips down, it's vulgar
They say he pleaded over,
Over the clouded mourn;
My murderous shroud is born.
Hot, sticky, sweet drips
Sugars good with frosted dip.
They say I have a twisted mind.
Blood's the straberry syrup
He said he had had enough;
I freaked him out,
Messed with his mind;
Got to tell you it was fun.
Blood be tasty; better run
It's twisted and freaky
You'd really have to tweak me;
I know it all seems so wrong.
But it's so much fun!
I like the taste of candy,
You might come in handy.
Not the regular cake and cream,
If you know what I mean
They say I have a twisted mind;
My twisted mind as you will find,
It confuses candy with gore.
As I told you before,
They say I have a twisted mind.
It's sick and wrong,
But so much fun!
Your blood looks sweet,
It's time to eat,
Because I have a twisted mind.
.....Delicious
K.N.B. (Brophy) -03
Dead to Walk
Alone in the dark. But, the dark's not alone. My eyes only see what my mind generates. Perhaps the dark's accomplice has kidnapped some portion of my brain. Its horrific scenes and grotesque figures now leak into my mind, lending a twitch of fear and a bead of sweat. The moon is toying with me now. Hidden behind its ragged, gray curtain. There is no light to lead me, only fear to push me on.
Skeletal hands reach out from bent, gnarled bodies. Towering white ghosts in the night hissing out creaky dreams before you see them. I closed my eyes to find no difference, for the images were burned in my head. They seemed to glow, eerily dim. I opened my eyes to find a somewhat brighter glow peeking out through a tangled mess. There was light to lead me.
Using the best of my abilities, I waded though the groping mesh. A thought brushed me. Tis strange to first wander in darkness, and open your eyes to find a lantern for the night.
"I wouldn't do that," a voice said softly.
I froze with fear. Murderer! I am going to be killed! I thought to myself.
"Turn around, man. You have lost your way," the voice cooed.
Cautiously, I turned, regretting every moment. I was a dead man.
"Up here, silly man," the voice said.
I glanced up upward quickly. Fear was choking me with bare hands at the throat. I glanced up again. It was a girl! Perhaps she is lost as I am! Looking up at her again gave me the feeling she was not lost. Her face was alabaster. Eyes, pitless holes, lost to color. Dead! She looked cold and drained, as if Death himself was breathing down her neck. Her dress was stitched of black rags, stockings full of holes. Her hair hung down nearly to her waist, straight and black. A shiver tickled my spine. She was perched high up in what had been my demons for tonight.
"Where are you going, lost man?" she questioned.
"I'm trying to find a phone," I replied.
"A phone is not to be found in the Cole Woods."
"Cole Woods? Never heard of such a place."
"What is your name, lost man?"
"Ihnry Bonteun. Might I ask what your name is?"
"Mis Darc, I keep watch of the woods. I'm here to warn lost travelers such as yourself," she stated.
"Warn? Warn me of what?" I asked.
"The town of Cole Craven. Now, Mr. Bonteun, turn back now. Forget everything you've come across this night," her voice darkened.
"Cole Craven? There is no such place."
"It wasn't always here, Mr. Bonteun. It isn't really here now. But, you're in it." She swayed to the side.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I was letting my impatience show.
" I can't remember," she said blandly.
"Can't remember? You can't remember?"
She just stared at me. There was nothing to read. Arrogant! I thought to myself. Such arrogance!
"Mis, you stop toying with me! Tell me where I am!" I demanded.
"Find out yourself, Mr. Bonteun," she said. She looked past me and pointed. "Go seek you answers from someone who can give you your answers."
I turned around to be smacked by surprise. The twisted labyrinth had parted to form an archway leading to mist and more eerie glow.
"What is this!" I demanded.
"The way to Cole Craven."
"You expect me to go in there, Mis?" It was a rhetorical question.
"Go... Go find your answers, Mr. Bonteun."
"In there? Where did it come from?"
"Seek it out, and surely you shall discover where."
"But, it's right there!"
"Then you've found it."
"It appeared! I didn't find it!"
She looked past me a second time. She leaned forward a bit. Closing her eyes, she fell back to be engulfed by the darkness.
"Mis! Mis? Where did you go? Can you hear me? Mis? Don't leave me here!"
A silent answer let me know that I was on my own. I peeked over my shoulder. The archway was beckoning me to step over its threshold. Turning back seemed impossible. A tangle too tightly knit isn't meant to be dealt with. It then washed over me. I was suddenly claustrophobic. My lantern was diminishing. Snap! A sound to make decisions. I bounded for the opening.
Everything washed away. Everything went numb. Everything was nothing for just one second. I opened my eyes. Blurred colors and smeared shapes were all I could see. I blinked to clear my vision. A few seconds later, everything was visible. Cole Craven...
Everything was twisted, the buildings would have bewildered any architect, They were bent as if they were in pain. Jagged edges, shrouded eyes; it was as if they were huge, immobile, beasts. Street lamps lined a winding gray path that weaved through the buildings. The lamps bent over like sentries watching my every move.
"Unbelievable," I whispered.
"Believable, just not probable," a voice whispered back.
Another voice! I turned towards the voice. It was a tall figure covered in formal cloaks. A black top hat hid a face. He stepped out into the pool of light. He had a hooked nose, high cheek bones, and topaz-brown eyes. Black hair came down two inches above his shoulders. I stepped back, He grinned a stolen grin. The grin of a maniac.
"Can I help you?" he drawled.
"I, um... I'm looking for a phone, sir," I stuttered.
"A phone? There are no phones here, young man. What's your name?"
"Ihrny Bonteun. My car broke down. I was trying to find somewhere I could call a tow truck. I then became lost in Cole Woods," I stated.
"How do you now of the Cole Woods?" His eyes narrowed.
"Mis told me. She said I should go back and forget every-"
"Mis! Mis knows nothing! You were right to come here, my boy. We hardly ever have visitors."
"Well, I'm glad. But, I must get back home in time." I glanced up at the sky. Gray, swirling puff balls were beginning to appear.
"Oh, now don't you worry, young sir," he smiled. "We would much prefer you stay with us."
As soon as he finished his sentence, there was a tremble in the air. The buildings seemed to come to life with an inner bustle. Doors creaked open, spilling out its contents. Hunched figures in ragged, tattered clothing dragged themselves about the ground. One figure appeared thirty feet away from me. It slowly raised its head. Paper-thin skin, with stitches sewn all over, stretched out against a human skull. Sunken eyes rolled around in its eye sockets. A lipless mouth screamed. The rest followed with shrill mewling sounds.
I stepped backwards. A hand stopped me. It was the tall man.
"It would be rude to just leave. Surely you wish to stay and accompany us?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I screamed.
"Danser McLekglin!" he sang out. "Caretaker of Craven's creatures. Cole would be deeply disappointed if a new toy left before he could play with it."
I stumbled backwards, losing my balance and fell to the ground.
"Come now, Ihnry! You'll be a masterpiece!"
"A masterpiece? They look like demon rag dolls! They were starting to creep closer now.
"It's okay, Ihnry. You're going to be one of use now. One big, happy family!" He lunged for me. The crowd of demon rag dolls followed. Hands grabbed me from everywhere. Danser and the creatures laughed dragging me away. I screamed for Mis. I screamed for anyone.
No one came...
Kallie Burk -04
Alone in the dark. But, the dark's not alone. My eyes only see what my mind generates. Perhaps the dark's accomplice has kidnapped some portion of my brain. Its horrific scenes and grotesque figures now leak into my mind, lending a twitch of fear and a bead of sweat. The moon is toying with me now. Hidden behind its ragged, gray curtain. There is no light to lead me, only fear to push me on.
Skeletal hands reach out from bent, gnarled bodies. Towering white ghosts in the night hissing out creaky dreams before you see them. I closed my eyes to find no difference, for the images were burned in my head. They seemed to glow, eerily dim. I opened my eyes to find a somewhat brighter glow peeking out through a tangled mess. There was light to lead me.
Using the best of my abilities, I waded though the groping mesh. A thought brushed me. Tis strange to first wander in darkness, and open your eyes to find a lantern for the night.
"I wouldn't do that," a voice said softly.
I froze with fear. Murderer! I am going to be killed! I thought to myself.
"Turn around, man. You have lost your way," the voice cooed.
Cautiously, I turned, regretting every moment. I was a dead man.
"Up here, silly man," the voice said.
I glanced up upward quickly. Fear was choking me with bare hands at the throat. I glanced up again. It was a girl! Perhaps she is lost as I am! Looking up at her again gave me the feeling she was not lost. Her face was alabaster. Eyes, pitless holes, lost to color. Dead! She looked cold and drained, as if Death himself was breathing down her neck. Her dress was stitched of black rags, stockings full of holes. Her hair hung down nearly to her waist, straight and black. A shiver tickled my spine. She was perched high up in what had been my demons for tonight.
"Where are you going, lost man?" she questioned.
"I'm trying to find a phone," I replied.
"A phone is not to be found in the Cole Woods."
"Cole Woods? Never heard of such a place."
"What is your name, lost man?"
"Ihnry Bonteun. Might I ask what your name is?"
"Mis Darc, I keep watch of the woods. I'm here to warn lost travelers such as yourself," she stated.
"Warn? Warn me of what?" I asked.
"The town of Cole Craven. Now, Mr. Bonteun, turn back now. Forget everything you've come across this night," her voice darkened.
"Cole Craven? There is no such place."
"It wasn't always here, Mr. Bonteun. It isn't really here now. But, you're in it." She swayed to the side.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I was letting my impatience show.
" I can't remember," she said blandly.
"Can't remember? You can't remember?"
She just stared at me. There was nothing to read. Arrogant! I thought to myself. Such arrogance!
"Mis, you stop toying with me! Tell me where I am!" I demanded.
"Find out yourself, Mr. Bonteun," she said. She looked past me and pointed. "Go seek you answers from someone who can give you your answers."
I turned around to be smacked by surprise. The twisted labyrinth had parted to form an archway leading to mist and more eerie glow.
"What is this!" I demanded.
"The way to Cole Craven."
"You expect me to go in there, Mis?" It was a rhetorical question.
"Go... Go find your answers, Mr. Bonteun."
"In there? Where did it come from?"
"Seek it out, and surely you shall discover where."
"But, it's right there!"
"Then you've found it."
"It appeared! I didn't find it!"
She looked past me a second time. She leaned forward a bit. Closing her eyes, she fell back to be engulfed by the darkness.
"Mis! Mis? Where did you go? Can you hear me? Mis? Don't leave me here!"
A silent answer let me know that I was on my own. I peeked over my shoulder. The archway was beckoning me to step over its threshold. Turning back seemed impossible. A tangle too tightly knit isn't meant to be dealt with. It then washed over me. I was suddenly claustrophobic. My lantern was diminishing. Snap! A sound to make decisions. I bounded for the opening.
Everything washed away. Everything went numb. Everything was nothing for just one second. I opened my eyes. Blurred colors and smeared shapes were all I could see. I blinked to clear my vision. A few seconds later, everything was visible. Cole Craven...
Everything was twisted, the buildings would have bewildered any architect, They were bent as if they were in pain. Jagged edges, shrouded eyes; it was as if they were huge, immobile, beasts. Street lamps lined a winding gray path that weaved through the buildings. The lamps bent over like sentries watching my every move.
"Unbelievable," I whispered.
"Believable, just not probable," a voice whispered back.
Another voice! I turned towards the voice. It was a tall figure covered in formal cloaks. A black top hat hid a face. He stepped out into the pool of light. He had a hooked nose, high cheek bones, and topaz-brown eyes. Black hair came down two inches above his shoulders. I stepped back, He grinned a stolen grin. The grin of a maniac.
"Can I help you?" he drawled.
"I, um... I'm looking for a phone, sir," I stuttered.
"A phone? There are no phones here, young man. What's your name?"
"Ihrny Bonteun. My car broke down. I was trying to find somewhere I could call a tow truck. I then became lost in Cole Woods," I stated.
"How do you now of the Cole Woods?" His eyes narrowed.
"Mis told me. She said I should go back and forget every-"
"Mis! Mis knows nothing! You were right to come here, my boy. We hardly ever have visitors."
"Well, I'm glad. But, I must get back home in time." I glanced up at the sky. Gray, swirling puff balls were beginning to appear.
"Oh, now don't you worry, young sir," he smiled. "We would much prefer you stay with us."
As soon as he finished his sentence, there was a tremble in the air. The buildings seemed to come to life with an inner bustle. Doors creaked open, spilling out its contents. Hunched figures in ragged, tattered clothing dragged themselves about the ground. One figure appeared thirty feet away from me. It slowly raised its head. Paper-thin skin, with stitches sewn all over, stretched out against a human skull. Sunken eyes rolled around in its eye sockets. A lipless mouth screamed. The rest followed with shrill mewling sounds.
I stepped backwards. A hand stopped me. It was the tall man.
"It would be rude to just leave. Surely you wish to stay and accompany us?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I screamed.
"Danser McLekglin!" he sang out. "Caretaker of Craven's creatures. Cole would be deeply disappointed if a new toy left before he could play with it."
I stumbled backwards, losing my balance and fell to the ground.
"Come now, Ihnry! You'll be a masterpiece!"
"A masterpiece? They look like demon rag dolls! They were starting to creep closer now.
"It's okay, Ihnry. You're going to be one of use now. One big, happy family!" He lunged for me. The crowd of demon rag dolls followed. Hands grabbed me from everywhere. Danser and the creatures laughed dragging me away. I screamed for Mis. I screamed for anyone.
No one came...
Kallie Burk -04
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Night comes, whispering the shadows out
of their graves.
He stands, amongst the evil that grips
the land.
Eyes, open; glistening like the one star
in the sky.
Lips unmoved; by untold secrets that linger
in the mind.
His heart does not quicken, nor does
it fear.
He sees beyond the veil of darkness, into
a truthful lie.
All it is, is but the fear of fear itself, a
haulocast of smoke and mirrors.
The darkness creeps
with the night.
He is still there, unmoved by
untold gore.
For all it is, is simulation
forever more.
Night comes, whispering the shadows out
of their graves.
He stands, amongst the evil that grips
the land.
Eyes, open; glistening like the one star
in the sky.
Lips unmoved; by untold secrets that linger
in the mind.
His heart does not quicken, nor does
it fear.
He sees beyond the veil of darkness, into
a truthful lie.
All it is, is but the fear of fear itself, a
haulocast of smoke and mirrors.
The darkness creeps
with the night.
He is still there, unmoved by
untold gore.
For all it is, is simulation
forever more.
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