Vil C.

Dostoevsky heightens my appreciation of suffering. The C stands for Carrisimi!

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Vil C.

Dostoevsky heightens my appreciation of suffering. The C stands for Carrisimi!

Writings

Followers

Following

A Cycle

Vil C.

1 min read

I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face.

I wish I could say I was used to it, but fear always grips me when it happens.

The creature loomed over me, and I shook. Its ragged claw dragged along my arm, and its breath grew heavier over my own, despite the agonizing cuts this scratch was creating.

“I love you,” it gargled.

“Just sit do...

Thriller

Horror

Manage

Vil C.

1 min read

Is this how it feels?

I sit alone

In my thoughts

Smiling to the one I love

I’ve waited for him so

but it seems he has to go.

So I lie

Stripped down yet sweating

And pick up that five eighty page story.

Yet despite the rain

I hear the TV, noisy as can be.

I have to stay, though. There’s light.

Hands scramble to smooth out the dog ears

Of these pages, so new.

It’s time to hide.

Return to my foster ...

Poetry

Romance

Loss

Vil C.

1 min read

An awful loss

That I have encountered

I've searched everywhere

but nowhere have I found her

She's the kind that I admire

no other type do I desire

I sink in despair

comes true, my fear

my mechanical pencil

is no longer here...

Poetry

Humour

Convert

Vil C.

1 min read

After years and years

The stain will fade

And I just can’t believe it

He reached out His hand

and I took that plan

And day by day,

relief fills me.

I feel the water

Admit what I’ve done

A recovering child of the Son....

Poetry

ABC

Vil C.

1 min read

As I drudged through the snow, my vision deteriorated. Blinking and squinting, I kept going on. Couldn’t I go just a bit further? Despair drew closer, but I kept fighting. Even though my bones ached, I persevered like Lightning in the storm.

For hours on end, the darkness grew in the morning. Going on, I would not give up. However many steps I had taken, I could not count.

Hope was my best friend ...

Adventure

Thresher

Vil C.

1 min read

Gliding through the open currents

Slim and sleek

With a face so meek,

You surprise unsuspecting prey

With that great tail

They cannot wail

As it slaps them all away!...

Poetry

So Fantastic

Vil C.

1 min read

After a long day of work, I stumbled into the living room to find this sanctuary.

The sanctuary had a texture like that of clouds. My head brushed against its welcoming and compassionate friends as I lay down for a whimsical rest.

Oh, how I love couches....

Dreamer

Vil C.

1 min read

As I wrote this, I got so sad..!

90 words.//

Empty inside, he always waits.

He is thrown into the trash can, ever so patient.

Nobody likes his pearly whites.

He has heard so much about Nobody:

How she wants him,

How she loves him,

How she needs him.

He is fascinated by Nobody, and wants to know her.

After all, she seems to know so much about him. It would only be appropriate.

She must be invisibl...

Poetry

Not A Star

Vil C.

1 min read

The space between stars is best described as lonely. It often wonders why nobody gazes for them, but they always know they are nobody. The nobody looks for nobody. Embracing its destiny with a strain, it hopes it can become somebody one day....

King Of The Butterflies

Vil C.

1 min read

A group of British Schoolboys unexpectedly arrive on an tropical paradise just like Neverland. With no adults around, who’s to tell them what to do?...