littlesisterrapture

Pretty little princess with her skin stretched so thin, Over a face that withers within and colours that fade in the endless downpour of coloured rain. You walk and you stumble and you bow for your audience, You make your way across the parking lot and to your carriage but does it wait for you or have you missed your last chance? They throw a rose at you and you catch it, bowing to the roaring crowd. Encore will you miss, will you hope sincerely I Your pale skin is tainted with a red mark, Did you put the red mark there my pretty little princess or did one forget the magic word. Encore will you miss or miss you will encore Your show is

My name was I can’t remember. Do you see me against the transparent window pane? Do you hear me screaming till my throat is sore? Do you know that someone up there is still alive? I can feel, touch and smell, The burning smoke as it blisters my flesh, The sharp texture of rubble as it surrounds me like a crib. The smell of ash as it invades my body. I surrender. You might hear me screaming or maybe not The others voices fading into a continuous blur, They are fading, fading away… Just another memory… To you to me. To you to me. We are the worst hit, We are the ones who are feared dead. But do you not hear me, I’m

40 years old, virgin, Coca-Cola at hand and an Xbox 360 controller firmly placed in his grasp. The only words that ever escaped his lips where ‘COD Gamer Online’ and ‘Sniper 3 degrees left of the south flag’, and anything that seemed to linger around those topics. An avid gamer, he would spend hours, his dim blue eyes glued to the screen of his TV, not moving an inch and sometimes, slumbering on his sofa. With the bowl of chips fallen to the floor in a heap, an slice of pepperoni pizza left stone cold under the sofa and the sticky brown spill of a can of Pepsi by the radiator. With his short shift at the comic book sto

Genre- Romance (When it gets to that bit. Be patient… Yes, you there… be patient) Warning- No warning, not yet anyway *mischievous laugh* Disclaimer- I do not own these people, and events are purely fictional *insert legal stuff here* Dan picked up the gleaming knife, the silver blade glinting in the orange sunset that swam through the chinks in the blinds. Dan ran he tip of his finger down the blade, liking the way it felt down his skin, the anticipation, the longing, the waiting. He lifted up his hand, the knife firmly held in the grove of his palm, and brought it down hard. Hearing the large crunch and the ear shattering ban