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I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

He stopped scrolling and read the full poem, his skin growing cold with gooseflesh as he did so. Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

Authors pov…… In the deepest, darkest recesses of the room, shadows lurk, ready to pounce. A faint glow from the lone candle illuminates only a fraction of the room, and the corners lie in complete darkness, their secrets hidden away from the naked eye. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, their voice the only sound in the stillness of the night. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay, a reminder of the passage of time and the inevitable march of entropy.

What's the worst that could happen? The bitter chill bites at my skin, my fingers becoming raw red as the rain continues to pile onto my already-soaked clothes. I make my decision and rush through the alley. It's completely dark except for a motion sensor light which comes on as I walk past, and that's when I halt in my tracks. My eyes squint as I try to make out the two figures moving at a safe distance from where I'm standing. Their heads seem to snap in my direction, the motion sensor alerting them to my presence.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.” “Did you know I stabbed Ryden when he was possessed? He almost died. Then I stabbed you, too, and I almost killed you. What’s next? I’m gonna stab myself?” “It won’t come down to that, Amelia. I won’t let that happen. Glad you found a way to ward off wraiths. You’re always this clever.” He turned to me. “You like poets.” “Me?” I laughed. “Really?” “Emily Dickinson is your favorite. You like classics like Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare. Let me show you something.” He got up from bed and went to the walk-in closet. When he came back, he had a small shoebox with me. He brought it to bed and removed the lid.

Someone who understood that disappearing was just another way of admitting you wanted to be found. This is not a story about studying. It’s a story about surrender. About what happens when a quiet town reveals the secrets it’s been keeping, and when a girl who came to vanish instead finds herself exposed. Eldridge Falls may look peaceful from the outside—but its shadows hold the kind of truths that can undo you.

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.