Clip ClopThe train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.Clip Clop by CupofCharlie
As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel begins to play. The only sounds I can hear outside of my earphones are the noises of impatient traffic, my shoes hitting the pavement and the rhythmic movement of my crisp suit swishing as I walk.
The autumnal air is unpleasant against the nakedness of my face and brings a chill to my spine. I skip the song on my ipod, in need of a song m
Dying of the Light [page 3]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 3] by Michel-le-fou
The two new superheroes reached Florida within a few hours to discover mass panic and evacuation in the Keys and Everglades. The worst, as Puabi suspected, had happened at last.
Although Dagon was a few meters ahead, there seemed to be a medium procession of gillman creatures trailing him. Clifford and Puabi realized that Dagon has summoned his Deep Ones and they had emerged off the coastline of Florida.
Puabi remembered suddenly about pre-Islamic Egypt and the basin of the two rivers that formed Babylon. She recalled the royal processions that she had joined in her past life. However, she shook herself to face the dreadful onslaught.
The residents of the two places continue to scramble wildly out of their homes and flats and rush along the streets of the towns. The superheroes prepared to land in the midst and quell it.
Throughout all this, the sky had remained dark for that hour and the dark stars loomed still closer. Clifford Rogers looked upward and
Hollow Thoughts, Hollow DaysHollow Thoughts, Hollow DaysHollow Thoughts, Hollow Days by BenHammonds
hollow thoughts of hollow days she wrote
upon page's blank emptiness, now less so
her sorrow poured forth from deep rivers
that had been held within by a dam built
over time and years of endurance as well
trying to live each day became a strain
but yet she found the ability to carry on
struggling to maintain her balance
thinking that revolving moments of sanity
would one day clarify into harmony and peace
but yet with life having passed her mostly by
she came to know that nothing would ever be
as her desire so wanted them all to become
so with pen in hand her disappointments flowed
out onto the written page one day to become known
the sorrows meld into future classics of literature
but for her at this moment was only depression
hollow thoughts of hollow days she wrote
never knowing her name would become known
for the ability of others to relate to her words
lesson being for us all to never take for granted
the feelings and words that seek to find a way
Dying of the Light [page 2]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 2] by Michel-le-fou
Evidence manifested in mid November that year and came earlier than Clifford and Puabi had expected. The observatories in Moscow, Washington and Arkham, Massachusetts, all noted the closer proximity of the dark stars. Puabi was anxious and feared the worst of this phenomenon.
"The lords of Nibiru will create havoc upon us, Clifford."
"Really, they had before now. Anyway, we must be ready for everything, darling."
"I am ready with you."
Their hour of testing arrived ten days before the start of December and they both girded for action. The union of the three planets in the Southern Hemisphere created severe conditions in the South Pacific and south Atlantic almost simultaneously. Gigantic waves, wrecked vessels and coastal town floods among other events.
Then the Coast Guards at Florida Keys alerted Washington about the strange apparition of something that resembled a fish or gill man but stood over six feet tall^. Smithsonian Institute also received this news.
The Fear/PendulumAs each passing second,The Fear/Pendulum by DeathMonster777
Rushes and slows according to the hour,
I am not filled with relief,
fear breathes itself onto me.
What is beyond these four walls?
What lies ahead of me?
If only we could reverse the meaningless and meaningful,
We could do so much better.
Like knowing what really matters,
Than knowing who he kissed,
Or who she slept with,
Uncertainty would be just fine.
Should I just hope,
everything will fall onto place?
Or, doing that,
Makes me a fool?
Switch back and forth,
For my feet will surely be burned.
Which step to take, whose motion to follow,
All these things makes me go hollow.
So many questions in my head,
I wish they would all be dead.
I'm spun round' and round',
Pushed and shoved into every open door.
Sometimes the cookie-cutter of childhood is alright.
At least it gave me definiteness.
Can someone take my mind,
And cleanse it with answers?
Meanwhile, I'll swing on this pendulum,
Till' I lose grip and fate traps me.
Dracula's DinnerDracula's Dinner by Delice1941
Gothic invite came my way
Tete-a-tete next Friday
Dressed to kill, ready to dine
Escort descended from old blood line.
Knocked door with pounding heart
Music faint, Amadeus Mozart
Heavy portal, creak and groan
Butler stood all skin and bone.
Gothic web trapped its guest
Felt unable to protest
So polite, vampire charm
Was unwary, he disarmed.
Oaken table, silver plate
Strange, no food for dinner date?
Now I see red gleam in eye
Truth revealed, dying sigh.
When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.When the blood moon calls by prettyflour
It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.
We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
Oceans of the LostI’m lost on an oceanOceans of the Lost by ArthurTheBraveOne
Born of thoughts and whispers.
These waves, which once I should have known
Are now but alien cosines, bound in a
Reflecting pool. Shadows,
Cast from their fumes,
Envelop the very fabric
Twenty-five point seven dimensions
Wrapped in a dazzling display
I thought to understand
So very long ago;
Yet my very thoughts escape me now,
Like every mortal hope, as I drift
Aimlessly across this plane -
This entire body of water condensed
Into a two-dimensional space.
Up and down: meaningless.
I am orthogonal to
The skies and the birds,
The depths and eldritch horrors
That lurk far beneath, waiting to steal
My soul, my very existence
Away from me.
They need try no more.
I’m trapped in an infinite
Square well of possibility
Stretching around me.
A standing wave, forever ensnared.
My energy perfectly compatible
With my current state
I’m lost on an ocean
Born in a thought experiment.
The scarlet waves,