The “mighty warrior”, defender of the weak and innocent, but is he really? He travels town to town, through all the “underdeveloped” areas supposedly helping the people. Really though he is just satisfying his ego. The townspeople despise him, they see him as omen of destruction and despair, while he thinks himself a god. The only god they might think of rqusting him to is the god of death. The ma...

In the mirror I see a hideous stranger. Tried by life and succumb to death. Flesh rotting, teeth falling out, hair sparse on their head, and eyes dropped out of the socket. This stranger who are they? Why are they so hideous? This mirror must be wrong, this cannot be me. My skin is fair like porcelain , my hair luscious, and my eyes are perfect almost as perfect as crystals. No, no, no, no, no! Th...

Raindrops racing down the window.

Tears fall violently down his face.

A bright strike of lighting.

The light fading from his eyes.

Leaves falling from the trees.

The coffin lowering into its plot.

The sky darkening with the storm.

Sadness overtaking his features.

Death consumes him, just as it consumes the world....

Snow White, a beautiful girl. She had pale skin and a porcelain complexion. Now she lay, in the center of the dark forest, decomposing. Her beauty no longer on anyone’s mind. Only the horrid stench of her rotting flesh....

I woke up in the middle of the night. I had heard small tapping sounds, the slight scratching of the floorboards. I moved to turn on the light in my room and what I saw was horrifying to me. It was, what I could only describe as a hoard of spiders, creepy crawlies, whatever you prefer to call the small abominations. The moved as group coming toward me at an unsettling speed. As they approached I r...

Crack!

The sound of a bone snapping

Shattering into tiny pieces

Much more than just a fracture

Squelch!

Flesh being ripped apart

Separated from its counterpart

Death brutal and slow

And who is it

No person will ever know...

They say that not all who wander are lost, but in this case they are wrong.

I left them behind, my past, my present, and what was supposed to be my future.

Now I’m nothing.

Just a lost vagabond, without anyone or anything.

There is nothing left for me.

Nothing but the dirt beneath my feet.

I will, after all be nothing but a fertilizer for it soon.

Leaving them was a bad idea, I knew then that it ...

It was dark and it was gloomy, the rain and thunder drowning out my thoughts. I was simply sitting reading my book. It was a book about the “Great War”, that happened almost a century ago, in this fictional realm. As I read I became more and more immersed into the story, but the longer I read the louder the thunder got, soon causing me to be concerned about my power going out. So I put down the bo...

The ghost came in handy quite often. Teaching me more about daily tasks than my parents ever could. But this also came with its downsides, like the ghost encouraging murder just to see if it’s cleaning methods were good enough....