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The lights were all off, but that didn't stop me from finding my way. I knew this place like the back of my hand - and unfortunately for me, they knew that.
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The lights were all off, but that didn't stop me from finding my way. I knew this place like the back of my hand - and unfortunately for me, they knew that.
I felt their eyes on me as much as I felt the coarse wood under my bare feet, even though I could not see them through the darkness. I felt their intensity lurking in every corner, waiting to torment me.
It used to make me more afraid when ...
See I grew up with Tyler and Mike. Every time we travel, we stay in the dark so we hide. We hide because we were hunted, we were what humans call angels. We don’t come from God nor do we come from the Devil. We came from earth, the same way humans do.
Now we’re almost ready to go make the choice. The choice of above or low, good or evil you people call it.
Most of the time we stayed on the edge ...
I should have realized from the beginning that something was seriously wrong with me. Some part of myself was always aware of the other side — the darker side. However, anytime I told my parents there was a creature in my room the night before, they would wave it off and tell me that it was “just a nightmare” and I would “grow out of it.”
_I never grew out of it . . . _
From where I stand now,...
“Join me? I won’t ask again,” prince Raphael said. “You surprise me Tailor. I thought you too clever to bite the hand that feeds, but all mortals are stupid I suppose.”
Even wrapped in moonlight the royal bedchamber glimmered. He knew the palace like the back of his hand vMimeo had handsewn the coverlet ever mindful of his wife’s exquisite beadwork. Golden threads for a golden bed for a royal hea...
He knew I figured out this place like no other I knew every crook and cranny in this place I then proceeded to walk into his room and there he sat perfectly as if he were posing for the cameras the lamp on the side of his bed was on and there was a bottle of water and what seemed to be my letter to him l poured my heart into that letter we lock eyes and at that moment I notice dry tear marks under...
I moved silently, the familiar creaks of the floorboards underfoot barely whispering my presence. As I navigated the shadows of the sprawling old mansion, my mind raced through all the possible scenarios that could unfold tonight. They had always known I would come back; it was just a matter of when.
Reaching the main staircase, I paused, listening. The house seemed to hold its breath along with ...
Despite the darkness I find my way. Quickly pressing my fingers to the wall to feel the bends and turns, the difference in wallpaper as I got to the study, the frames in the hallway between the study and the dining room, the change to stark cold stone as I descended to the maid quarters.
All of these feelings familiar to me, after 18 years sightless and an unflinchingly rigid father I had to ...
They tell me I’m ill. I never questioned it until recently.
I live in a room with another man, Gary. He likes to rhyme words. I grow annoyed with his incessant need for similar sounds. Today, it was spray, may, lay, pray, gay—and if he would shut up, I’d be much happier. They let us into the common room, a short walk down the hall from where I sleep. Today, my jeans and buttoned flannel seem good...
The two of them.
It’s all I see
Past the mist
Past the lies
Past the layers of hate
I see them.
The two people who will always smile when they see me
The two people who would kill to save me.
The two are my best friends
Even if no one else can see them
I can
And that’s all that matters.
I love you Nico and will.
That’s the two of them.
Idc if they are fictional. They are all I’ve got left...
My hands traces the engravings in the railings l that I had felt so many times before but they felt different this time. Actually if all did. Maybe It had just been a while. Or maybe it was because this time I was coming here for a different purpose. Fighting for a different side. My hands reached the reached the door as I harshly knocked three times. The door creaked open ever so slowly and I he...
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