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Sometimes
Sometimes people care enough to love, But don't love enough to care
Literature
Halloween Poem (1)
I hear him running through the basement Up and down the stairs But every time I go to look there’s never anybody there The sound of a child's footsteps awakens me haunts me The closet door slams I have no children and no child lives next door In fact, my closest neighbor is nearly a mile away or more Every night the child is running through the house and seems to be afraid One night I hear a knock upon my bedroom door Although, I’m mortified I open the door just the same No one is there but I sense a presence near I walk into the living room and turning on a light I see a shadow suddenly appear It’s of a small child I think, although, I'm not quite sure There’s a storm outside and a strange mist fills the air I sit down to read the paper but the article is one written many years before It’s about the death in this very house of a tiny little boy The murderer chased him up and down the stairs The child was so young and didn’t know what to do So. he locked himself inside
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In The Pines (Devilman FtM TFTG)
(Content Warning for themes involving cults, brainwashing, violent revenge and such. If these types of plot elements make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution) As the bus, every bit as old and rattly as many of its inhabitants trundled along, Danielle Seabach’s leg bounced with the rhythm of her heartbeat, lost in thought. After years overseas, working, seeking education, she was coming home. To the small, sleepy town of Pinesbrook. Danielle, or Dani as she preferred, had spent her whole life there and while she had all a matter of pleasant memories and treasured friendships, that was the entire reason she had left. Dani didn’t want to spend her whole life in one spot, one sleepy little town. One that was warm, inviting and familiar if a little old and worn, but still all too limiting. Thus her decision to spend three years overseas, pursuing her degree and otherwise finding her path. Now, however, it was time to come home. Time to catch up with old faces and maybe even meet
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Herself on the run
Miss Meli-Mieux dreaming
old Mule writes haiku
[that's fun, too!]
Miss Meli-Mieux dreaming
old Mule writes haiku
[that's fun, too!]