My mind is always open

That's what I like to say

But it's not what it sounds like

I don't mean it that way

I 'm doing fine in school

Which is enough to shut them up

However what's inside my head

Is an endless dreamers hub

It's like I'm constantly living

Hiding my point of view

I won't be a liar

Until someone finds out the truth

I bitch

And I borrow

I beg

And I steal

Yet somehow through it all

I ...

This morning I met up with Elisa. Well not exactly, I saw her outside the school gates. When she brushes against me, my heart burns, my skin aches. I bump into her deliberately sometimes, just for the sensation. Every moment spent around her is frozen in time, a cherished memory that sticks in the forefront of my haunted mind.

Somehow, just looking into those halcyon eyes sends me reeling. For w...

Let me start with the word blood, yes blood. Everyone seems to coil at the sight, but at the end of the day, is it really that disturbing? A naturally formed substance that keeps every living being alive, perhaps it's the association. When I say blood, what comes to mind? Something dying perhaps, or maybe a war, or how you tripped over once and cut your knee or elbow. Now, I'd like you to imagine ...

She twirled the charm in her fingers, the cold, silver web glinting in the candlelight. There was something comforting about wearing it, as though it was a part of her. Though she'd only had it for an hour or so, if she looked now and it wasn't there, she feared an emptiness like before. Lara had told her to take it off repeatedly. "Anything that father of yours sends is a curse!" She'd say, but C...

!!This is not following given prompt!! I just like dark stuff and wanted to share my writing

The girl in white was stood behind me. Glaring with those crimson eyes, each look a dagger in my soul. "What do you want?" I blurted. "If you're here to stop me it's too late! I have enough blood on my hands."

These same hands trembled as they clutched the knife that had once tormented my soul, kno...

She lazed with her feet dug into the sand, the sun beating down on her as she watched the the little brat run up and down the shore like a lost dog. The steely look in his eyes, his tongue peeping out the side of his mouth. What a fool.

Babysitting had never been easier. This was much better than having to sit and dig a moat while he whined “that’s not deep enough” or “that’s not wide enough” or ...