Jaxin711

    I lay there awake in my bed, like I did most nights anymore. Without my partner by my side I had no reason to live anymore. The knife that sat on my bedside was covered with blood, my blood. The white sheets that I lay on were stained with the tears from my puffy, red eyes, and the blood from the endless cuts on my wrist. The pills couldn't take the pain away, I should know I had tried all of them. Death was not going to come as easily as I wanted it to. The noose in my closet hung limp above a small stool. The revolver in my dresser lay ready to be fired. I looked out the window into the cold night and saw a falling star, a beacon of lig

I held his hand as he lay in the small hospital bed, an IV sticking out of his pale arm. He smiled gently and gave my hand a squeeze, although it was barely much of a squeeze, it was still something to me. I tear slid down my face and landed on the metal railing of the bed. "Don't worry, Dear, I'm going to see whatever created me." The hand that wasn't gripping mine went to the silver cross at his neck. "How often I have thought about where we come from and how we were created. Now I get to know." The fascination in his eyes made me sick. He was my soul-mate, the love of my life, the star in my world of darkness, and he was about to die. I co

The tortured screams echoed out across the damp, dark hallways of the abandoned asylum. The screams of those who suffered before I. Although I was the only one who could here said screams, I knew they existed. I often sit alone, in the dark rooms of the this abandoned building and think about life outside the asylum. Oh how good it must feel to be without to tortured thoughts of one as despicable as me! The screams were getting louder the farther down the hallway I go. The screams of the damned echoing across this living hell like the melodies of birds singing on a warm spring day. This is my life, my little slice of Hell in this crooked worl

"Clean the Porch off, Amelia." My mother had said. She didn't ask for much anymore, she was very sick. Mother had taken ill several months ago, "Something we've never seen before." all the doctors told us, but my the hard hits her body was taking they gave her a few months to live. A tear rolled down my cheek and fell to the cold ground below, sinking in between the wooden planks of the board. Tomorrow was my sixteenth birthday, a joyous occasion, but with father's death, 6 years ago, and mother's illness I no longer have and happiness, none. My brother Joseph should have been there, he promised to come back from serving for her birthday as h

The sun was setting on the horizon as I sat atop a beam overlooking the construction of a new skyscraper. As the day was ending mine was just beginning. I'm a night welder, very low paying for such a dangerous job. I was welding the last of the beams as a firm hand clasped my on the back. It was a man, about five foot tall with a long beard and thick muscular arms. "Hello, Nadia." I flinched away from his hand in confusion. "Who are you?" He laughed, a deep melodious laugh. "My names Jim, Jim Hardy. I'm a day welder here." I gripped the welded beam in front of me to keep my balance. "You're pretty good, well the leader of construction thinks

The wind was blowing on a cool December evening as I locked the door to my apartment. I had planned on going into work to put in some overtime, and maybe work myself towards a promotion, but instead my boss had invited me to a house warming party as her date. It was very out of the ordinary considering she had never showed any romantic interest, or any interest at all. So, thinking that this would help get me a promotion faster I said yes. "Great! I'll pick you up at seven!" She winked flirtatiously and added "Wear something cute." She walked off and left me standing alone in the corridor. I got a call from her a few hours after the encounter

Chapter 3: Staring in the eyes of Death James was whistling as he walked down the worn cobblestone pathway leading to the large garden behind his family's mansion. He spent more time out here than he ever did in the house. The gardener his father had hired when the Vladimir family had first bought the house had died many years ago, leaving James as the only to care for the large garden. The garden was filled with some of the rarest and most beautiful flowers from around the world, something James was very proud of, but often times he couldn't care for it himself so the flowers just died off leaving rotting leaves or wilted pedals where majes

I was walking down the sidewalk that warm summer evening, regretting I had not done this more when I was a younger lad. The street more worn and used than the days of my youth. The comforting smell of lemongrass in the air. It reminded him of his wife, she loved lemongrass. I bringing her clumps of it for her birthday, just so she would feel comforted. A tear slowly dripped down my wrinkled cheek, mixing in with the sweat that covered my face. How many years had it been? How many years since she had been snatched from his arms by the dark claws of death. He had no one. Their children, all grown up and gone, believing him to be a senile old ma

Chapter Two: Different Perspectives Sarah sat stroking the hair out of Jacob's face. "I can't believe we've been together this long." She thought to herself as she kissed his forehead. It would be four years next week. Four years, that's crazy. Jacob was so handsome and popular, and she wasn't popular at all with her glasses and wings and being so small. They had met at Gulliver's Comic Book Store well, Sarah knew who Jacob was, how could she not him being so popular. She actually never knew why Jacob had started dating her in the first place she was such a nerd and he was on the football team at Lexandore Middle School. He said because she w

The Fallen. They're everywhere, watching, listening, waiting. They show no mercy and strike without knowing what will come next. They do not fear death, for he is one of them. They are more wretched than demons and twice as dangerous. They are real, they are powerful, and they are everywhere..... Chapter One: Memories    As Jacob glanced up from the hospital bed and gazed at his arm. How curious. There was an IV hooked up to it. "What happened?" He questioned to himself. Doctor Richards entered the room looking worried and holing his ever present cane. He was an old man, in his late sixties with hair as white as snow and skin as dark as a n