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I lay on the wet grass, contemplating all the ways I could spend my boring summer. Just then, I heard someone calling my name. I looked around and no one was there. Strange, very strange. After a while, I decided I’d better go and check in on my brother. He was always up to some kind of mischief, and halleluiah, I had been assigned to take care of him. I sighed and looked up at the darkening sky. Maybe we would get wet this summer. Chuckling, I stepped inside my worn-out house. Faded childho...

One black butterfly, two, three. Like death they surrounded me; shutting me out from my trivial sanity. They flew around me in morbid circles, trying to land on my living skin, but I pushed away their fluttering wings, and cast aside my fears. I stepped forward, walking past those gray, gray windows with their phantom-ridden drapes. "Come, Grim Reaper, come," I said in my dreamland, "depart me from my torn and bloody soul. Let me be free to walk this world without the weight of life on my sh...

In my hands lie a silver key In its depths I see A key to wisdom A key to my kingdom My kingdom of dreams My cast-out faiths cannot scream They cannot scream for their prince cannot remember Forgotten to wake his beauty from her slumber He lies in the brambles With his eyes torn out he scrambles On bloody hands and knees He finds his way to his love and pleas Pleas for her to believe his tall tale But no he hears the dame wail It is not his love But the witch above She tells him to go away Bu...

I walked silently into the shrink's office, like a criminal awaiting their verdict. I sat down in the hard-backed chair that was reserved for me. At least on Thursdays. Everything was white, from the walls all the way to the shoes that monotonously walked towards me. If they had wanted to keep us out of an insane asylum, then why did they make it look like one? He sat down in his desk and opened his white laptop. He pretended not to notice me and instead draped a nametag over his head that s...

Introduction Silence is beautiful. Or so they say. You never truly know silence until you've been desperately alone. Alone is not a name that you can give despair, it is a name that you give to yourself. Chapter 1 I sat on the window ledge, looking out at my grey world. In my dreams I live in a world where there is love. Its joyous laughter rings in my unaccustomed ears. It fills my body and makes my heart swell. I feel like I'm home. * * * I was walking through paradise. Golden birds hung i...