Miraquill
Lovesick
I love you so bad it hurts
I'm obsessed with you it's unhealthy
Sweetheart, cherry pie, my whore
I adore you to the core it's gore
~ brutally possessed by you
©sarahrachelea
#gore
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sarahrachelea
19w
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pallavi4
38w
Read MoreHands
I awoke with a scream and saw blood on my hands
Her unmoving form was beside me and a knife was in my hands
Startled and shaken, the knife slipped from my hands
The situation seemed bizarre and out of my hands
How had the knife and blood made their way into my hands?
I stood up unsteadily , placing my weight on my hands
And glanced around and again at my bloody hands
In the middle of nowhere , out of place looked my bloody hands
A rope I thankfully found placed beside her slashed hands
I tied her legs and bound her two fragile and mangled hands
Then dragged her to the nearby lake by her hands
I threw her into the lake using all the strength in my hands
I threw the knife too, flung it with my hands
Then cleaned the blood off carefully off of my hands
The crime scene now didn’t hold a connection to me or my hands
I was bewildered that I had managed a murder with these artistic hands
I walked towards the winding road looking at my hands
Mentally I wouldn’t be able to rid the blood off of my hands
I stumbled and fell down often weighing down on my hands
Yet I continued walking for the sake of these very hands
Only a brush and paint ever had been held by these hands
Now in a mess I was thanks to the wilfulness of my hands
Why did I have to commit a crime using these artist’s hands ?
I looked at the light at the end of the road covering my eyes with my hands
It became brighter till it shone from between my hands
It was then that I woke up from my dream screaming and waving my hands
At the source of the light trying to stop it with my hands
I took my head into my tired and long fingered hands
Then kept staring confused at the paleness of my innocent, bloodless hands
@pallavi4
2nd of September, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Acrylic Hands” by Elle Smallwood
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- heartsease At the beginning I felt like imagining crime patrol XD but the plot is too amazing and loved the twist how it turned to be a terrible nightmare and those hands were innocent and bloodless
- odysseus Awesome...
- fromwitchpen Damn damnnn this is so bizarrely tragedic . Too dark and subtle . Amazing
- lovenotes_from_carolyn An amazing penning and a unique concept!
- lunarwolf Intense and beautifully told. Your storytelling is superb
faceless90
44w
DAWNKerfuffle
As the sun begins to peek through the darkest of nights, I release all feelings of love till sublime emotions come forth and then flutter through my ribbed stomach to bind all the butterflies lies; butterfly fly through this wondrous sky until sunrises die from kerfuffles with night
©faceless905 0
The Lost
Center of the universe
Sparkles in those decaying eyes.
The first breath of life.
Dew laden lilacs above
This rotting temple of meat.
Splintered bones that smell so sweet.
Is that me or you?
My mother or sister,
Perhaps not father or departed brother.
Broken family tree
Whose roots house the lost.
Therein lies the center of the universe.
©deadlittlesongbird56 11 11
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pallavi4
56w
Read MoreDaydream
I was in the kitchen putting away the grocery
When I heard him in come through the main door
The sound of the heels on his shoes made me cringe
As everyday, as he walked on the wooden floor
Wordlessly he bounded up the stairs
It had been several weeks since we last spoke
The final nail in the coffin had been when he
My favourite painting in a fit of rage he broke
Everything now about him seemed to get on my nerves
I didn’t think I could make this last much longer
To stand his perky, overly hyper mannerisms
I suspected he’d require someone much stronger
I’m not sure when it happened exactly
But I couldn’t be around him anymore
He would chew his food noisily and make
Gurgling noises when tea he would pour
His lack of empathy and his sarcasm that he
Thought made him the smartest one in the room
Would make me want to strangle him slowly
Painfully beat him to a pulp with my broom
It was safe to say that I was done with him
Only two options in front of me now lay
Either I could grin, bear and put up with him
Or find a way out to flee and from him get away
I stood holding the chef’s knife from the counter
After a while I stealthily made my way up the stairs
We lived in the country, deep in the woods
I was sure no one would hear a thing from there
He was asleep upstairs quite soundly
When I creaked open the bedroom door
I crept inside like a seasoned thief and quietly
Slit his throat, spilled his guts on the floor
I stood over his unmoving form like an amazon
Feeling relief, freedom and a sense of pride
I’d managed to assuage my anger from the fights
Made myself again feel alive inside
The sight of his blood oozing made me feel
Strangely and amusingly intrigued
I wouldn’t have ever imagined a door mouse like me
Would feel so elated instead of remorseful fatigue
Someone suddenly touched my shoulder
And I jolted from what had been a daydream
He apologised and hugged a very nervous me
While I sat like a unfeeling rock stifling a scream
I’d begun to fantasise in the summer heat
While waiting for him to go upstairs
In my head I’d attained the awaited emancipation
And become irritated when oblivious to reality I was caught unaware
@pallavi4
30th of April, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Bloody Fingers by Dark Mood Art
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karumpiravee
@pallavi4
No
I really amazing in your writing skills on different genres
In each post of yours I learn many
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pallavi4
57w
Read MoreBirds of a feather
Slowly I smirked to myself musing
No longer was I tied to that monster for life
I was a nice and decent man and I definitely
Deserved someone more grateful for a wife
I planned to call the cops come the morn
Report her missing and bring this ordeal to an end
The witch of a wife I’d endured for this long
Had erroneously thought that for her I would always bend
Half an hour back I’d driven from the lake
Just on the outskirts of my city
And sat comfortably in the boat and watched
Her drown without a pinch of pity
On my shoulder I’d carried her form to the car
From the house that I’d cleaned with bleach
After piercing her heart with a blade
With an aloofness that would’ve been difficult to teach
I had picked up the kitchen knife and lurched at her
Surprised to see her eyes in shock widen
And stood over her after I’d stabbed her unceremoniously
Like the great conqueror of the sea - Poseidon
Two years of suffering at her hands
Of the painful and suffocating abuse
The incessant and constant nagging
And the stomping of her high healed shoes
I was naive when we got married
Thought we would be happy and blissful
From the first week on she turned into a nightmare
Making my life on a daily basis miserable
I would have willingly tolerated her for an eternity
I thought I loved her enough for that
But she began messing with my brain
And picking fights at the drop of a hat
As the blood had trickled down my forehead
The splashes had begun to downwardly seep
I had stood over my wife’s dead body
Wondering if I should break down and weep
Now with all that behind me as I lie comfortably in my bed
I know to another I’ll be obliging, loving and able
As long as my buttons aren’t pushed too hard
And people remained gracious, I will be stable
@pallavi4
19th of April, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
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Canvas
A Knife clatters on the floor.....
A scream echoes in the barren halls....as blood splatters on the pale walls......
A life slowly drains out....with gut wrenching finality.....
A murderer savours his masterpiece on the canvas of brutality
©dawn_dreams9 0
Butterfly
Can I grow some wings, fly away from this place?
Can I tear my skin off and get a new face?
Can I ever love myself the way I did before?
Can I even mend my own broken heart anymore?
Would it hurt if I suddenly grew pretty butterfly wings?
Would it even be enjoyable, the freedom that it brings?
Would everything return to normal or just stay the same?
Would I have to stand taller or hang my head in shame?
"Do not worry about a thing, I'll be alright"
At least that's what I would say if this all goes right
Then I'd stand on the edge and become a butterfly
I jump right off the building and look up to the sky
But my wings were damaged before taking flight
I fell to the ground, then everything went white
©kitty8frost5 0
Sunflower
Tearing through the flesh, I can see my bones
Walking through the graveyard, past all the stones
I can see the sunflower sat by my grave
I was too broken for anyone to save
Peeling off my skin, peeking underneath
Poking out my eyes, ripping out my teeth
Snapping every petal off to devour
No one will ever miss this little sunflower
Ignoring the tears that are flowing down my cheeks
Pretending you don't care while hearing all my shrieks
Watching as the blood drips down to my feet
All the time that I lived feels bittersweet
All my torn up clothes remind me what I lost
Finally ended my life but at what cost?
©kitty8frost14 1
Secrets
I lurk inside
Wanting out.
You cannot hide me.
Yearning for freedom
I will do anything to feel fresh air,
To reveal the truth.
My claws dig
Into your muscles, stomach,
Bones and skin.
Your bones crack and splinter,
Your muscles shred,
Blood oozes.
Your organs and blood
Are under my nails.
The feeling is euphoric.
You conceal me behind a smile,
In your body
And in your mind.
You hide me
So people don't know
So people can't see who you really are.
©deadlittlesongbird29 5 2
Bait
When you find me dead,
Strip me bare,
I don't want anyone to know i was there.
I live in a world,
Where maggots eat you rare.
Horrifying stories,
Realization dawns.
Mince me up,
Out for bait,
Fishing for a hook.
Nothings late.4 0
normancrane
92w
I Am Light
Stick your knife into my crown,
Slice down to the chin,
Dig your fingers in,
And unwrap the skull within.
Stretch and dry this facial leather,
Draping it over a conical framework of bone,
Ends glued together or sewn,
Next: sever
The skull from the spine,
Polish to a shine,
And screw into the base of your lamp,
Plug in: electron flow illuminating my mind,
Aglow with ideas
Of a submission radiantly divine13 0
anyelia
93w
Read More#fantasy #fiction #shortstory #short #magic #demon #death #contract #lost #forgotten #monster #gore #horror
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Her sword tore through sinew and bone. Rotting flesh fell to the ground in chunks, splashing blood around her ankles. Around her mindless beasts swarmed her, each pushing forward with no concern for the ones before it. None phased in the slightest by their predecessor, sliced down in a single strike. Each, madly rushing for her beating heart.
When had she arrived in this hell? She didn't ask that question anymore.
A man shaped creature shuffled before her. One leg was twisted. An arm trailed behind it, the tissue connecting it to its socket hung in tattered, stretched strands, ripping further with each jerking movement. What rotting flesh remained was discolored, alternating between putrid green and burned black. Malice and magic alone kept the thing on its feet.
A swift horizontal strike put an end to that. Its torso fell one way, its mangled legs fell the other. A howling female form lurched into the suddenly vacant space, tripping over the fallen legs.
She stabbed down into the fallen creature's head, twisting the blade as it went. It fell still in time for a burning hound to leap from the back lines of the fray.
The hound collided with her, knocking her from her feet, pulling her hand from her great sword's handle.
The two rolled in the muck. It wrestled to bite its ebony teeth into her neck, she clenched top and bottom of its gaping maw, shoving it open and back. The beast's flaming skin scorched her armor and burned her face.
But she'd been here before.
She rolled so she was on top of it, shoving one armored arm down the beast's throat, bearing the rising heat of its flaming body. With her free hand she pulled her dagger from her belt and stabbed directly into the nearest crimson eye. Again and again until it stopped writhing.
Until a clumsy hand grabbed at her hair and clawed at her armored back.
She spun to her feet, kicking back the monster at her heals. A flick of her wrist and she embedded the dagger between another's eyes.
She pulled her sword from its last victim and made a great sweeping strike, again buying herself a bloody circle of deathly peace.
When had she learned how to fight these things? She couldn't remember now.
She cut down another and another.
Where had she been before? Vaguely it seemed to her she'd been somewhere else before.
Another.
Why had she come here?
Three more fell to a diagonal strike, slicing through burning flesh and shattering bone.
Had she been looking for something once?
She spun, knocking those around her from their feet with her extended blade.
Someone maybe?
A head rolled from its shoulders.
She had these thoughts occasionally. A nagging feeling more than thought really. A sense that there had once been more to surviving than slaying these creatures.
Two more.
Was there something more than surviving?
Limbs fell to the ground separate from their bodies.
Screaming joined the howl of beasts and growl of monsters.
She cut another in half, head to toe.
No, maybe not screaming? There was another word for this noise.
Flaming bats shot toward her face. She side stepped them, cutting one down as it flew past her, tossing her dagger after the other.
Crying? Was that what it was?
She frowned as she sunk her sword hilt deep in the next body.
Not the broken crying of the witches or the gulping crying of the bodies whose necks already had holes either. Real, sorrowful crying?
She pulled her sword free, burying the pommel in the gut of the man like creature behind her. It crumpled at her feet, only to be stomped on with one metal boot.
Sorrow. She remembered that one, maybe.
Four more collapsed in a pile of pieces on either side of her.
She'd stood under the night sky once, that same crying coming from her lips. She remembered that now.
She didn't think she could make that noise anymore. Couldn't think of any sound but the grunt she made as she drove her blade through decaying flesh or burning skin.
But she'd held something then, under that dark sky. Hadn't she? Something small. Something warm but growing cold?
She'd fallen to her knees that night. Wailed until there was nothing left.
Another. And another.
The crying continued.
She spared a second, expanding her sight beyond the immediate circle of prey around her. Each direction seemed the same as always. An endless pool of crimson blood. Still corpses sinking into the unknown depths, thrashing creatures, barely more than corpses, crawling back again. A haze of smoke hung over the landscape, oppressive and omnipresent.
Two more crumpled.
Was it above her? She looked up, into the abyss above, frowning.
What was it that had made her cry like that? What had sent her, with the crimson dawn to draw her sword? What had sent her swinging it, never to set it down again?
Above, a single star hung in Hell's firmament. A single star shown through the smoke.
Was that where the crying came from? Did stars cry?
Something beat at her chest plate. She ignored it, her head cocked to one side.
”…lp me…”
Something grabbed her ankle.
The crying grew louder. Was that words there?
“Help me! Someone!” It was a desperate sob to her ears.
What did a star have to cry like that about? Why did anyone cry? She couldn't remember why she had. Would it know?
“Please! Someone.”
It was a child's voice, she realized suddenly. Something fluttered in her chest. Something that had been still for as long as she could remember. What was that?
“Anyone! Please!”
She wanted to go, she realized. She didn't understand why. Maybe because they would be able to answer her questions? Would be able to tell her why she'd once made those sounds, had once been so desperate?
She found herself reaching for the star above her. Found her fingertip brushing it.
It was cold. So cold. She'd forgotten cold. But as she touched the star, cold rushed back into to her, sunk into her bone. It pulled her up, through the smoke, from the iron-scented world. The hands tried to pull her back, tried to hold her down, claw her down.
She found herself in a courtyard, bathed in silver starlight. Behind her, curled in a broken ball was a sobbing child, begging anyone, anything to save her. Before her, a group of twisted men with blood-stained daggers.
They edged back from her at first, fear and hesitation on their faces. They looked between each other, each encouraging the next to be the first to step forward again.
One finally found his courage or lost his reason. He rushed her, the other three, emboldened, followed suite.
Four more.
Blood splattered across the courtyard's stone.
She turned to face the crying child. The girl looked up at her with terror in her eyes. Fine fabrics lay in tatters around her bare shoulders and exposed legs.
Fine fabrics, drenched in blood, covered the woman lying in the girl's lap. Or rather, the corpse of a woman in the child's lap. The child held the woman's hand, desperately clinging to something.
She wanted to ask why. Why did she hold a corpse so desperately? But she found her tongue didn't remember the way to form the word anymore.
She wanted to ask where they were. Why it was so cold? Why the dark sky shone so bright?
“W-who are you?” the girl asked first.
She cocked her head to one side.
“D-did you c-come to hurt me?”
She frowned.
“C-can you save my momma?”
Momma? That resonated somewhere in the depths of her memories. Mother.
She must have had one once. Yes, certainly. Was that why the child was crying? Was that why she had cried then?
“Please,” the child begged. “Please, save my momma!”
“Momma?” she tried the word. Her voice was raspier than she remembered, the girl recoiled in fear. “Your. Mother?”
Hesitantly the girl nodded. “Please. I don't care what happens to me. Just, just save her.”
She frowned. That seemed backward, though how, she couldn't place.
“She was just trying to protect me,” the girl sobbed. “If only I… I just wanted…” Her voice broke into indistinguishable sobs.
“Protect you.” The words seemed right. Natural. “I will protect you.”
A glowing red circle appeared around their feet. A pentagram, she and the child in the center.
The girl's eyes grew wide, from fear or shock, she couldn't say.
A hazy memory swam before her eyes. Another night, cold like this, in a circle of blood like this. With none but the stars as her witness, a man had appeared from the depths.
“Will you make a contract with me?” he had asked, and she found herself asking now, a hand outstretched to the vulnerable heart.
And just as then, once again, the broken girl took the blood-stained hand.
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cherrypauper
115w
Read MoreWho's ready to hear my insomniac bs?
#blood #gore #anatomy #darkimagary #pod #writersnetwork #poetrySkeletal Regression
Fingers tangled within fingers tangled within vines. Crawling beneath my skin, above my veins, echoing silence within my mind. He palms my gaping chest with sweaty hands and is bitten back by ribs that know only the infection in place, and needs no other. Guarding a heart not yet rotting, yet no longer beating against it's cage.
It is free yet guarded, guarded by the one that stays within the cage I birthed within ivory bones. No fear present, no war to wage in time, yet the stillness of catching breathes steel it's resolve to go back. Back. Back into flesh and life and empty words.
Back to how things were
Back home to blight brought upon it.
Questioning not of the open doors littered throughout it's domain.
©cherrypauper2 0
Schizophrenic kid
My son always complains of how his brother insults and laughs at him.
He's our single child.....
©youngsherlock11 0
I Wanna Feel
I wanna be someone you hurt so sweetly ,
I wanna hurt so deeply,
I want you teeth to burn so fiercely.
I want you to take away all my choices,
Replace them all with your sweet voices.
I want your knuckles aching,
Your heart throbbing,
Your soul screaming.
I wanna feel.
I want it farrel.
I wanna scream your name late at night.
Running away;
Legs burning,
I wanna be an animal.
Always on the run.
I wanna bleed your sins,
Cry your lies,
Sweat your demise.
Body aching.
Heart racing.
I wanna die,
I wanna be taken apart.
I don't wanna feel the guilt,
When it all finally quits.
©mighty_are_the_fallen8 0 1
Medieval Love Story
"Celestria, my heart beats for you. You are my life, my Sun!" Odo shouts on bended knee. Celestria pokes her head out of her window gazing down annoyingly at the man she tried her best to avoid. "I have no care for what my father pledges. I refuse to marry you!" "We are meant to be together Celest, my luminescent full moon. I travelled many lands at your father's behest to be by your side for eternity. We are soulmates." Odo replies, his hands clutching his heart. Celestria shakes her head and looks down solemnly at Odo. "I have nothing to give you. I am not ready. I will only bring you pain Odo, you must go." Standing up with pride, Odo extends his hand out towards Celestria. "You needn't give me anything my sweet apricot. I will give you my soul." Celestria smiles affectionately, "You accept me for who I am?" She asks timidly. Odo, nodding his head eagerly, "Yes Celestria. Whatever you want from me I will happily and most lovingly give. Let me lay beside thee and we can plan our future." Celestria agrees and motions for him to come up so Odo can lay beside her.
The following day, the King approaches his daughter in anticipation of officially blessing her soon to be union of love. "Sweet daughter, has Sir Odo claimed your precious heart and vowed to give you everything you desire?" Celestria smiled sweetly and revealed the blood soaked heart of Odo tightly clenched in her hand. "Yes Father. He definitely has."
©darthbuddha925 0
Teeth
I'm missing more than my mind
Gaps in my teeth
Crooked and chipped
I've lost two
I'll soon make it three
It's a bad habit
I just can't kick
Grinding my teeth
Breaking the bones
Making everything wiggly and loose
The squeaky noise of my teeth sliding together
The crunching noise of my jaw popping
Novacaine and saline
Cotton and gauze
Loose teeth feel better with a little pressure
©mighty_are_the_fallen11 0 1
Mayhem
Your breath
Causes a mayhem in my chest
My heart bursts
I feel chills down my spine
Each of your movements
Is etched in my memories.
Your touch
Gives me goosebumps
The way you hold me down
Asserting your dominance
Makes me want to ask
Do I want it to last?
The knife in your hand
Scares me to death before it might happen
But isn't this the same
I'd been praying for?
To die in your arms
Even if those arms are the ones killing me.
©inumrakhan5 0 1
Zombie
You can't burry me forever
I'll escape my grave
Hand's grasping out
Fingers blue from every lie
The earth will birth me again
Roots and rocks force me back
But Hell hath no furry like me
I'll choke on all the dirt
Beetles and larvae eating my flesh
More of a nightmare then ever
I'm coming back
So put a bullet between my eyes
©mighty_are_the_fallen15 2 1
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