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OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT!
Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?
Can I make love to your voice? <3
He couldn’t take any more of this.
Ryan shut down his computer, sitting and staring at the blank screen long after the desktop had said its programmed goodbyes. There was an eerie silence about the house as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He didn’t even know who he was anymore.
It had gotten so bad that he had stopped reacting to the sound of his real name. His sister had called him multiple times the other day before he even registered that he was talking to her. Finally, after he had answered, she giggled and said, “Sorry, Cry…guess I should call you what your fans call you.”
His web life had a life of its own.
Sighing and standing from his computer desk, Ryan moved slowly through the near-empty house, his sister and her lover gone for the evening.
The Forgotten One, Part VIIIStephano was shocked into silence as Kaluwa kissed him. He eventually smiled, snaking his arms around her and deepening the kiss. He had been so wrapped up in his jealousy, that he had failed to see the wonderful reality in front of him: Kaluwa liked him.
After a few more moments, the two broke apart, gasping for air and blushing deeply. “Um…listen, Kaluwa. I’m sorry for the things that I said before,” Stephano apologized nervously. “It shouldn’t be in my power to say who you can and can’t talk to. I don’t know what came over m-” He was silenced with another, passionate kiss.
“It’s all right, Stephano,” Kaluwa giggled. “I forgive you. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything for you, madame,” he said smoothly.
“Say that you and I will stay like this forever.”
Stephano smiled and planted a gentle kiss on Kaluwa’s forehead. “I swear it will,” he purred, and K
New Beginnings (A Cryaotic One Shot)I looked outside my new bedroom window. “Mommy, I don’t like it here. I wanna go home,” I whimpered.
My mom kneeled to my level and patted my head. “This is our home now, Karina. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” she assured me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“But…I miss my school and my friends…” I cried into her shoulder, my eyes welling over with tears.
Sighing tiredly, my mom gently wiped my eyes. “Honey, I know you do. But you’ll make new friends at your new school! Please, just give it a try, okay?” she asked kindly.
O-okay, Mommy,” I whispered, hanging my head.
“Good. Now, why don’t you play outside for a while? I still have some things to unpack,” she suggested, and I merely nodded, sulking out of the house. I sat in my new yard, something that we didn’t have at our old apartment in New York. Florida was already too different for me. Sighing, I rested on my back
My Vampiric BedmateAll I ever wanted
Was just to have some fun
But no one was laughing
When it was all said and done
I went to bed warm
But ended up cold
If I knew what was coming
I would not have been so bold
He cradled me close
I was safe in his arms
I was led to believe
I’d suffer no harm
He kissed my lips
Whispered my name
But it all changed
When he blew out the flame
The pain was harsh
Like the bite of a knife
He took my soul
He took my life
Now I am lifeless
Pale, no hint of blood
But marked in a way
That should have left a flood
But he took that too
When he stole away my breath
But that is what I get
For going to bed with death
RemainsBlood drips down, painting you
Framing bruises black and blue
With a dark red stain, sticky to touch
From a wound which hurts so much
Pain runs deep, through your skin
Reminding you of deadly sin
The dull thud of soft skin on metal
To the floor you now hopelessly settle
A tattered ruin you now be
Anything to make you see
How you strain, to make it right
But never resolved with a fight
Blood drips down, pointing you
In a direction that was never true
You punch, kick, scream, cry...
Just to make your blood run dry
That Final SoundThunk!
The sound goes in my ears!
Somewhere in front of me
A crowd loudly cheers
Yells a man a few feet away
And the jingle of shackles
Started to play
The sharpening of steel
Sounds loud and clear
Im starting to figure out
Why I am here
Went the sound one time more
Now I know
What is in store
The crowd cheers loudly
If it weren't for my chains
I would have ran
Yells the man now next to me
With this hood on my head
I couldn't see
The sound a finale
That final sound
Meant the end of me
Ghost in the CellI walk inside your darkened cell
But, something tells me you are not well
I wonder why you are so blue
Are you waiting for your desires to come true
I worship your skin with my sharp wicked lashes
Yet, still you dream, and no tear crashes
Is something wrong my dear, I can't hear you scream
Why does your blood no longer stream
I sit by your side wondering whats lost
It has been a long year I guess this is the cost
Fret not my love for you will stay here
I hope that takes away all your fear
I will miss the whimpers and sobs you created
But I promise to always keep you sated
I tuck you in, as I do every night
A thought occurs, you tricked me again and gave me a fright
I laugh, this scheme, you're so clever
You really made me believe you were under the weather
Your mind amazes me so much, I bustle with pride
You're so cute, this time, I think I will let it slide
I'll be back tomorrow, so be ready to play
I retreat to my chambers, although, I'd rather stay
Lone GhostSweltering heat and burning sand
Jagged, leering cactus plants
The car broke down a mile away
If help isn’t found then there it will stay
A traveler weary, the long winding road
Got to get out, you have places to go
But it’s mid-afternoon and the sweltering heat
Makes it feel like it’s over three hundred degrees
Canyons are craters and gaping from high
While giant stone pillars stab right at the sky
Been walking for hours it’s getting dark fast
And you’re starting to shiver as time’s flying past
But suddenly on the horizon you see
A light, at last yes electricity!
With a vigor renewed and a sense of relief
You sprint toward the powerful light that you see
And as you approach you realize that you’ve found
An old and abandoned quite creepy ghost town
The buildings ramshackle and very decayed
Some skeletons there like a free for all grave
You won’t be finding any help here
But begin to get lost as the town grows bigger
Then slowly the buildi
Fisherman's KnifeThe long white blade is plenty sharp
despite ten years of cutting carp
this tool, once his, belongs to me
now used with lethal finality
I walk in darkness, I strike from above
aimless vengeance for a long lost love
the last you see, as you struggle for life
my hateful expression, and my fisherman’s knife.
The BridesSecretly they stalk the halls
Of their master’s castle
They dare not go far past the walls
For they are not his vessels
They are his consorts, the ladies three
Two brunettes and one blonde
Dracula’s mistresses for eternity
But of them is he fond?
He thinks of them no more
For Mina is his only desire
He leaves them for England’s shore
His heart alight with this new fire
Attic RoomThe attic lies above my room
It’s full of darkness full of gloom
In bed I hear the moans at night
The attic’s never seen the light
I went up once when I was five
And waited for the ghost to arrive
It never did but there I sat
Behind the boxes and coat rack
I waited days and nights too long
I lost all time once on my own
Then I tried to at last get out
But the door was locked and I couldn’t get down
I waited in anguish for someone to help
But no one seemed to hear me yell
Sooner or later I guess I just died
For now I’m transparent and it seems I can fly
I never can sleep and I never can breathe
I never can eat and I never can leave
I came in a human expecting a ghost
And I got what I wanted I guess, I suppose
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
Say that you’ll stay with me.
For I’m your rotting lover, now
And for eternity!
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