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I watch in awe as the viscous water seeps through the mesh of hair and dirt casing the plughole, what mysteries did the previous night behold, head as empty as the air, confused. I continue to stare as the liquid continues to ooze through the mesh. I wash myself further, almost automatically. As I stare, the liquid turns to a darker colour; a deep scarlet shade fills the tub. As I process the sights in my head, a shiver runs down my spine, a shiver so cold, I am awakened to the motions of the preceding evening.
The cherry colour is removed from my face. Now colourless I stare into my reflection. The gleaming whiteness of my eyes appears sinister, despite being in a deep state of shock…
It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell.
The children lay restful,
In the soft sheet lays gently over their surface
So peaceful,
Breathing in and out
In, and out.
The same repeated sequel
However the irritation of the howl
From the son of the sinister creature I see before me
Muscles pump with adrenaline
As I holster the most naïve objects
Pulse beats harder
Thumping against the side of my skull
I press the pillow gently against his face
In a moment of passionate embrace, he jolts
Un-nervily he scrawls into a ball
As he takes his final look at this world he sees me, laughing, screaming, in hilarity I fumble to the floor.
She wakes up
And starts for the exit, unknowing of the events prior to her wake
I slide across the floorboards
And frantically try to trip her sprint
She hits the ground with a satisfying thud
I scamper ravenously and tread on her hair
Half asleep, she slips into a deeper sleep where she shall not wake.
The pillow of justice, again the murderer as I stroll back to my chamber.
Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty.
I walk back to hide the children, somewhere they shall never dare to look. Expectance of pale childs, and remembrance of the preceding evening, as I open the creaky door. The pure unadulterated look of horror, as the children lay asleep in their beds. Unscathed. Uncertain of whether I was relieved or upset; I greet them with a hug.
So tempting to clutch harder… I halt….
A warm feeling inside… but this is something I hated, something I resented so much.
The children’s questions are answered with my silence, but they do not appear shocked or dazed. It was just a dream, a dream I had always hoped to be reality. The dream I have every night, but altered only in the way I choose to destroy. Sinister? Me? No…
I love my children.
I poured the milk for the children, as the door creaked open. In awe once again, as I drop the glass onto the stone ground. Crushing into pieces, the glass, as my mother enters. The children greet her, but they know… they know… my mother had died two years ago. Was it a dream again? I test my senses desperately. “Sam” she says. I look up, in recognition. “What happened?” She questions… I look to the ground in shame…
The final piece of the jigsaw was in place, “Oh, Sam” she exclaims;
As we are reunited in Death…
The cherry colour is removed from my face. Now colourless I stare into my reflection. The gleaming whiteness of my eyes appears sinister, despite being in a deep state of shock…
It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell.
The children lay restful,
In the soft sheet lays gently over their surface
So peaceful,
Breathing in and out
In, and out.
The same repeated sequel
However the irritation of the howl
From the son of the sinister creature I see before me
Muscles pump with adrenaline
As I holster the most naïve objects
Pulse beats harder
Thumping against the side of my skull
I press the pillow gently against his face
In a moment of passionate embrace, he jolts
Un-nervily he scrawls into a ball
As he takes his final look at this world he sees me, laughing, screaming, in hilarity I fumble to the floor.
She wakes up
And starts for the exit, unknowing of the events prior to her wake
I slide across the floorboards
And frantically try to trip her sprint
She hits the ground with a satisfying thud
I scamper ravenously and tread on her hair
Half asleep, she slips into a deeper sleep where she shall not wake.
The pillow of justice, again the murderer as I stroll back to my chamber.
Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty.
I walk back to hide the children, somewhere they shall never dare to look. Expectance of pale childs, and remembrance of the preceding evening, as I open the creaky door. The pure unadulterated look of horror, as the children lay asleep in their beds. Unscathed. Uncertain of whether I was relieved or upset; I greet them with a hug.
So tempting to clutch harder… I halt….
A warm feeling inside… but this is something I hated, something I resented so much.
The children’s questions are answered with my silence, but they do not appear shocked or dazed. It was just a dream, a dream I had always hoped to be reality. The dream I have every night, but altered only in the way I choose to destroy. Sinister? Me? No…
I love my children.
I poured the milk for the children, as the door creaked open. In awe once again, as I drop the glass onto the stone ground. Crushing into pieces, the glass, as my mother enters. The children greet her, but they know… they know… my mother had died two years ago. Was it a dream again? I test my senses desperately. “Sam” she says. I look up, in recognition. “What happened?” She questions… I look to the ground in shame…
The final piece of the jigsaw was in place, “Oh, Sam” she exclaims;
As we are reunited in Death…
Liked the last paragraph + last 2 sentences, everything else was just too confusing and unclear for me to enjoy.
Hey, let's popty
*popties*
*popties*
Thanks
Confusion may have been caused easily.
"It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell."
After this sentence the previous day begins.
"Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty. "
And the rest after this sentence is back to the present day.
Hope it clears any confusion under the sofa.
Confusion may have been caused easily.
"It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell."
After this sentence the previous day begins.
"Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty. "
And the rest after this sentence is back to the present day.
Hope it clears any confusion under the sofa.
Peculiar and perplexing. I'm a little confused as to what was actually happening, but sometimes that's a good thing.
That was strange but excellent.
:-)
:-)
I watch in awe as the viscous water seeps through the mesh of hair and dirt casing the plughole, what mysteries did the previous night behold, head as empty as the air, confused. I continue to stare as the liquid continues to ooze through the mesh. I wash myself further, almost automatically. As I stare, the liquid turns to a darker colour; a deep scarlet shade fills the tub. As I process the sights in my head, a shiver runs down my spine, a shiver so cold, I am awakened to the motions of the preceding evening.
The cherry colour is removed from my face. Now colourless I stare into my reflection. The gleaming whiteness of my eyes appears sinister, despite being in a deep state of shock…
It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell.
The children lay restful,
In the soft sheet lays gently over their surface
So peaceful,
Breathing in and out
In, and out.
The same repeated sequel
However the irritation of the howl
From the son of the sinister creature I see before me
Muscles pump with adrenaline
As I holster the most naïve objects
Pulse beats harder
Thumping against the side of my skull
I press the pillow gently against his face
In a moment of passionate embrace, he jolts
Un-nervily he scrawls into a ball
As he takes his final look at this world he sees me, laughing, screaming, in hilarity I fumble to the floor.
She wakes up
And starts for the exit, unknowing of the events prior to her wake
I slide across the floorboards
And frantically try to trip her sprint
She hits the ground with a satisfying thud
I scamper ravenously and tread on her hair
Half asleep, she slips into a deeper sleep where she shall not wake.
The pillow of justice, again the murderer as I stroll back to my chamber.
Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty.
I walk back to hide the children, somewhere they shall never dare to look. Expectance of pale childs, and remembrance of the preceding evening, as I open the creaky door. The pure unadulterated look of horror, as the children lay asleep in their beds. Unscathed. Uncertain of whether I was relieved or upset; I greet them with a hug.
So tempting to clutch harder… I halt….
A warm feeling inside… but this is something I hated, something I resented so much.
The children’s questions are answered with my silence, but they do not appear shocked or dazed. It was just a dream, a dream I had always hoped to be reality. The dream I have every night, but altered only in the way I choose to destroy. Sinister? Me? No…
I love my children.
I poured the milk for the children, as the door creaked open. In awe once again, as I drop the glass onto the stone ground. Crushing into pieces, the glass, as my mother enters. The children greet her, but they know… they know… my mother had died two years ago. Was it a dream again? I test my senses desperately. “Sam” she says. I look up, in recognition. “What happened?” She questions… I look to the ground in shame…
The final piece of the jigsaw was in place, “Oh, Sam” she exclaims;
As we are reunited in Death…
The cherry colour is removed from my face. Now colourless I stare into my reflection. The gleaming whiteness of my eyes appears sinister, despite being in a deep state of shock…
It was a long night, darker than the darkest shade of blackness, from the deepest pits of hell.
The children lay restful,
In the soft sheet lays gently over their surface
So peaceful,
Breathing in and out
In, and out.
The same repeated sequel
However the irritation of the howl
From the son of the sinister creature I see before me
Muscles pump with adrenaline
As I holster the most naïve objects
Pulse beats harder
Thumping against the side of my skull
I press the pillow gently against his face
In a moment of passionate embrace, he jolts
Un-nervily he scrawls into a ball
As he takes his final look at this world he sees me, laughing, screaming, in hilarity I fumble to the floor.
She wakes up
And starts for the exit, unknowing of the events prior to her wake
I slide across the floorboards
And frantically try to trip her sprint
She hits the ground with a satisfying thud
I scamper ravenously and tread on her hair
Half asleep, she slips into a deeper sleep where she shall not wake.
The pillow of justice, again the murderer as I stroll back to my chamber.
Waken by reality I reach for the pillow. The remainder of the evening. Bleak. Empty.
I walk back to hide the children, somewhere they shall never dare to look. Expectance of pale childs, and remembrance of the preceding evening, as I open the creaky door. The pure unadulterated look of horror, as the children lay asleep in their beds. Unscathed. Uncertain of whether I was relieved or upset; I greet them with a hug.
So tempting to clutch harder… I halt….
A warm feeling inside… but this is something I hated, something I resented so much.
The children’s questions are answered with my silence, but they do not appear shocked or dazed. It was just a dream, a dream I had always hoped to be reality. The dream I have every night, but altered only in the way I choose to destroy. Sinister? Me? No…
I love my children.
I poured the milk for the children, as the door creaked open. In awe once again, as I drop the glass onto the stone ground. Crushing into pieces, the glass, as my mother enters. The children greet her, but they know… they know… my mother had died two years ago. Was it a dream again? I test my senses desperately. “Sam” she says. I look up, in recognition. “What happened?” She questions… I look to the ground in shame…
The final piece of the jigsaw was in place, “Oh, Sam” she exclaims;
As we are reunited in Death…