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Did you ever take a creative writing course in high school or college? And if so, did you get anything out of it? 

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Journal Entry: Wed Oct 22, 2014, 1:28 PM
Lady In Forest by pedroaugust The places that scare me: FeverShe used to       tiptoe       into my darkened bedroom and tuck
the thick, green comforter       around my body       ––locking in the heat
like I was       one of her spring rolls       on the kitchen counter.
She’d lay a cool rag       on my forehead, then       whisper
prayers over me       as if       anointing the dead.
Midnight interlude by MarcelaBolivarHalloween dragon by Katarina-ZirineLilith by TinaLouiseUk
Things we lost by Softyrider62The Female Titan by railrunnermirandaScary Dream_01 by caddmanThe Queen of Darkness by Wesley-SouzaZombie Woods by spyglassphotography
For The Living And The Dead by IvanVladik The Spider Queen's Door    For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field.
    The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else.
    Spider Queen.
    They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home.
    We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n
Empty But Alivebreathing you in, october
i taste the numbing agents
even on the very surface
of your conspiracy, this
prepping of the patient
this unworking of the earth
sealing it as-is
hardening the sites
of future graves, forced shallow
not harvesting, just weakening
arranging late-year stacks
of blurry panic, while disabling
the defensive response
so much decline to wage
before the winter kills
october knows i'm a fool
for the dark underbreath
of its dead open air
the howl of the breeze
through its night fields, empty
but alive, and so very not empty
its rhythm of silence
between barks and calls
stalls my heart mid-beat
i used to pray for its engines
to restart, before it hit ground
but now i realize
that there is no floor
to this dream
and no bottom to this fall
Dia de los Muertos 2014 by Phatpuppyart-StudiosGirls Night Out by JCCJ756
Always the Haunted House    On Halloween, young people seem to flock to the dark, in search of either candy or a house to 'trick.' Matt and Sally were no different, except they were a bit older, nearly in their teens. Matt talked Sally into going to the house widely known as haunted.
    Sally said, "Are you sure we want to go there? It must be called haunted for a good reason."
    Matt laughed. "Sure. Things go bump in the night there. It's just an old house."
    "Then they won't have any candy."
    "We got enough off Mr. Sterling to rot our teeth already. This'll prove we've got guts too. Wait 'til we get to school and tell everyone where we went! They'll envy us and know how brave we are. C'mon, Sally!"
    Sally sighed. "I don't know how you always talk me into these dumb ideas."
    "I'm smart. And I know you like to hang out with me anyway."
    "You're not as smart as me, and this may be the last straw as far as h
Ciara by FlobelebelebobeleSilence by vampirekingdom Living DaylightsQuite simply,
he was there
until he wasn't.
Stuck in black within
the corners of my vision,
I found him staring
as I bent over the kitchen sink,
saying "Hail Mary"
and ignoring his shape
limp-crawling closer,
impossibly tall,
collapsing in on himself.
I could not place him
unless I found him centered
in my sight,
and though I tried,
he slipped consistently sideways
and forward.
Needle-fingers curling on the counter edge,
dead-minnow breath rattling soft.
Trembling, I shut my eyes
and felt his presence gone.
I can only keep my eyes closed
for so long.
HauntedOctober winds blow
Torment with scent of snow
Bedroom windows rattle
Closet specters leer and tattle
Cold bones creak
My many winters speak
Shadows dancing with the dead
I pull the blankets overhead.

IlluSioN of BaLaNCe by mimikascraftroomWarhammer 40k Black Crusade by faroldjoVampire Makeup by CinnamoncandyAs the chains broke,tribute for Nick Stone. by VillenueveBlue Crow by maccarta
Wolves, Love and Pincushions - PrologueHe’d always hated funerals, they were a reminder that hunting was not without its risks. Dominique bit down on his lower lip, daring a glance at his mother standing next to him. She hadn’t said much since they’d found his brother’s bloody clothing by the servants entrance. She hadn’t had to, it was clear enough what had happened to Augustin. Killed by a pack of wolves that they’d been sent out to deal with.
Dominique looked up and at Adele, seeing the tear track that streaked his mother’s face. Augustin had been her favorite, the one most like her in temperament and it was hard not to resent his older brother for it, even in death. Then again, maybe Adele’s upset was understandable, she’d lost a brother- two of them and a younger sister in the aftermath of a Scottish rebellion. Losing a son as well…
He tried to focus on what the priest was saying but his thoughts kept wandering, back to the night Augustin had died and the wolv
October GardenMy garden rambles through old vine tangles
Autumn ambles down afternoon's angles
Thorny brambles the old gate wrangles
Herbs in shambles, leaf-fall spangles
Up close mansion by mippieArtHappy Halloween!!! by Lantern-Tan13 Degrees by machinedeer
: raziel : by BastardPrinceFreak Show by Celtica-HarmonyGraveyard shift by TinaLouiseUkKitty Freak by mashinaThat Innsmouth flavor by juhoham
Inhabitants by DesigndivalaThe Mummer by JinxMimMaleficent by Ariel87Cornered by PaperDreamerArtThe Haunted House by Jumpfer-Stock
The Rogue Titan by railrunnermirandaDark fairy Queen by KateKatnisspageImmortality desires the mortality by ser1oSmoke-and-Mirrors by EnchantedWhispersArtStock - Black and gold Vampire Queen Faun Demon 43 by S-T-A-R-gazer
Alone in the Dark by RoseCSNight Traveler by vampirekingdomCrow demon by LilifIlane- Princess of Dark: Ashlinea - by SandyLynxAngie by kapaike
Halloween! by aoki6311Halloween Mood by APetrukThe Day After Halloween by MariaMurphyArtHalloween Preparations by A-WakefieldHappy Halloween by JenniferRenson
Halloween by gogo888Nurse by DanDanDanTheManStunted by AbbeyMarieNo Light by naradjou14UNDEAD by alan1828
Let Me In by shadeleyAshes to ashes by Vilk42Deep Rising SwallowedAlive1 by cardinal1chunderDEMON by MarquisAmonMigraine by eikoweb
Shtriga by CRaghtDevil by AmiltareaOn Her Bed Of Dead Leaves by KarahRobinson-Art.:Deathly Whisper:. by SummerDreams89Watch Out For The Ghouls During Halloween by Fanhir
Hunting on Halloween
I love this time of year, because seducing prey becomes far too easy on All Hallow’s Eve. For one night, mortals imbibe their darker pleasures and leave their inhibitions at the door, becoming whatever they wish to become and doing everything they feel like doing. Costumes adorn the masses and masks hide their identities. While I could have joined in the festivities, there is something to be said for being one’s self while the rest of the world is busy being something else.
Especially when one is a vampire.
The one night a year when my smiles become wider, my words of seduction more pointed without fear of it scaring away my target. These days, I do not kill in such a wanton manner, but during my days as Sabrina’s assassin, the world was an oyster and I feasted until my heart’s content. At times, I could even get my older, more regal brother to join in the fun.
It should be noted that Robin is no saint and he would never purport to being as such. At the time, howeve
Hand of Ghost by inshoo1Ghost by AlfredoCaceresGhost by Tsabo6GHOST OPERA by intano
Ghost Story by Phatpuppyart-Studios GhostGhost
i hold my own wrist,
as if it's broken,
'cause there are no hands,
available left to hold it.
to rest in the base
of your touch cannot happen.
it's much too tough to ask.
so i sit staring
into a blank field,
eyelids empty, 
body in reverie,
mind in ennui,
sick of you and i.
i love you
but hate i fell too
deep into the pool,
of what I thought was true.
5 feet, 5 inches,
brown locks,
spectacled eyes
once folded 
around my 5'7'' frame,
now left a shell.
my arms hold me,
as i clutch my abdomen,
and rest against the floor.
i lie there,
knowing the pain 
will finally stop
but aware,
that it's just beginning.
because the hardest
part about this,
is loving a ghost
that isn't dead in body,
but in your mind,
and you can't kill her,
no matter how much
you wanna take the gun
and pull the trigger.
so i let pellucid phantoms
perplex the crevices
of my intricate labyrinth.
and i let the apparition
fly around inside,
before it fades and dissipates,
just like the b
The Ghost of Emily WhiteThe cemetery never changed, or at least not very much.  The trees and hedges were trimmed every few years, and when Scott was six, they started turning off the water butts in the winter because the pipes froze, and so did the streams that the local boys used to make by overfilling the water butt at the top of the part that sloped.  The weather changed, of course, and the plants and the animals with it.  Sometimes a new grave was added.  When Scott was ten, his grandmother was buried there.
Sometimes he popped in to see her on the way home from school, just as he always used to.  He missed being able to see and hear her, but it wasn’t so bad, because he was sure he could feel her there.  He had always felt that way about the cemetery’s ghosts, ever since he could remember.
When he was learning to read, Scott used to like deciphering the names on the headstones.  When he fully understood how the system of years worked, he liked looking at the dates as well, the older the bett
Dancing with a Vampire...I can feel his eyes watching me across the room,
it's a crowded place but his slick presence can't be ignored,
he moves slowly as a lazy cat but with firm steps,
but I pretend I don't see him,
though he has caught my mind since the moment he appeared in the party,
there is something from him that steals my mind,
I can listen his voice calling me despite he has never talked to me...
and suddenly he is in front of me,
smiling as he offers me his hand leading me to the dance floor,
sweeping me from head to toe with his mystery,
we dance under the stars...
his fragance seduces my senses,
undoing my strength as he whispers sweet words to my ear
and his hand slides along my back and my hips,
as I sway under the cadence of his body,
leaving no space between us,my breasts crashing against his chest,
he takes my breath away as his lips kiss mine,
a wild kiss that makes my whole body tremble as he bites my tongue
and the blood flows tasting like wine...
he traces a path of dark kisses sliding hi
Seduction of the Vampireall for the taste of
sweet, red warmth
liquid fire through my veins
replenish me again.
can i lean a little closer?
smell the scent of your perfume.
drown myself within your essence;
can i take another drink?
porcelain dances across sweat
teeth tangling with flesh
you my temptation and i
your sanguinary lover.
replenish me again.
it's been too long
since i've felt the warmth.
let me drink a little deeper,
until our bodies meld as one.
let me slide my tongue across
the lingering droplets
you taste like wine; so rich
the finest merlots
could never compare.
replenish me again.
be like the carnal maidservant
serving the master.
sink into the arms that hold you
within the lover's grip.
so deceptive,
still, i promise i will not let go.
i will hear your darkest confessions
as you whisper them to me.
all the things you'd like for me to do
for i have fallen from grace as well.
replenish me again
and i will take you under
the deepest spells.
drift to slumber; into the hands that hold you
i will

Vampire by VampireDarllaVampire by gongchengVampire Mask by vampirekingdomVampire Bride by Yu-HanVampire Heart by la-esmeralda

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Night
  • Watching: The wind...
  • Drinking: Merlot


Artist | Professional | Literature
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Current Residence: Cape Hatteras and New York
Favourite genre of music: All of it
Favourite style of art: All of it
Favourite cartoon character: Bill the Cat, Oor Wullie, Snoopy
Personal Quote: They're taking them out in little green bottles again, and they all look like you.


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