GoddessofSong

I love the pure white of snow. I love it despite the coldness that pervades any coat, and the iciness that fills my veins because of it. When there is a heavy snowfall that is my favorite. Track of animals and people disappear as if they were never there. Snow is an incredible thing, it is light and airy...near magical in its beauty. Even as it covers these bloody trails in the snow. How else am I to keep warm without this blood that sustains me?

I am reminded this time of year about how dangerous fire was back in the old days. Women in their long skirts tended the hearth for feasts lasting for days, minuscule tongues of flame lighting tiny candles placed on a tree... It would only take a few sparks on a wooden floor or a misplaced candle to drop on a long dress for there to be a large blaze. Luckily for people today this is much less of an issue with the help of electrical lights. This time of year reminds me of all those years ago when I burned in those same flames.

I am still lying here. Wondering...asking and most of all thinking. How did it ever turn out like this? Here I am. Stuck in this eternal quagmire. Hoping against all things for some other way to exist in this darkness. You drowned me sister. For what purpose? If I had known you had loved him...I begged and pleaded for you to stop. I would have given you everything. My cries have fallen on deaf ears it seems. They all shall know of your treachery soon I fear. Even now as you walk the path that should have been mine swathed in gauzy sheer whiteness...I will make myself known. A black haired girl walks the isle to her soon -to- be- husband. She

Don't let them hear you. That's it. Crouch like that, softly. Maybe you'll make it outside in time. The floor creaks. Stop. Wait. Listen. Okay, it is safe to move. Through the hallway. Down the stairs. Watch that step. Open the door quietly now. It will creak if opened too rapidly. It's dark in here. The monster is close, be quiet. Steady breathing. Be careful now. *Be careful or the blade will slip.*

There was a knock at the door. You know the type. It leaves a feeling of ominousness in its simplicity. You want to go over to it, but hesitate. For what purpose? It could be just a neighbor coming to say hello, or girl scouts...But you stop. Waiting. Knock. Knock. Knock. Slowly, you approach the door. Testing, trying with difficulty to not be heard. Knock. Knock. Knock. It is the steady drum against the door nearly in time with your heartbeat. You approach closer, still managing to keep anonymity. Knock. Knock. Knock. Slightly louder now. You move your eye to the small peep hole to see who it is. The knocking has stopped. A scream tears from

I don’t like watching tv too much. Recently we had some people come by and set up equipment in our house to basically monitor what we watch, and we get a check for it at the end of the month. I knew I wouldn’t end up watching tv much, except for the odd horror movie I play on my dvd player, or that happens to be on television, but they set up one in my room anyways. My tv along with all other usable tvs in my house ended up having all sorts of wires and devices on them. My younger brother sleeps in the room next to mine and he’s about as chicken as they come. Hates anything to do with horror, and more often than not gets me

"You cannot see. You are void of all senses. This room is pitch black, dead quiet. And you are very much alone. There are three doors within this room. One goes to the hallway that will be used for transport of necessities, one is the way out of here forever, and the final door...well, let's just say you don't want to go there at all. That's where the ones who were disobedient to me go. The one before you, and then before them and so on." "You have precisely twenty minutes to find the correct door. The key to your handcuffs is somewhere in this room. Perhaps you may find it, and perhaps not, it is of no concern to me. Choose wisely. Your fate