Let's rockAll along the watchtower I waitFor your betrayalAnd to be left where the streets have no nameThat'll be when we're back in blackand When doves cry
Human kaiju Chapter 1: human GodzillaSome scientists were huddled around a machine that they built. They were discussing what it would do. "We need to test this thing!" Said one of the scientists, others disagreed."We don't even know what it is, it could be a bomb, it could be a toothpaste dispenser."As they were arguing a familiar sound came from outside, it was the roar of the infamous godzilla as he was stomping around Tokyo again. As everybody was running, the scientists agreed that they now had nothing to lose, so they took the machine to where Godzilla was and aimed at him. Just then godzilla fired his atomic breath and destroyed the building the scientists worked in. That blast of radiation however activated the machine, and the thing fired a laser that engulfed Godzilla in red, he tried to shake it off, but instead he tripped into a tall building, as he fell to the ground he started to shrink. Four of the ramaining scientists rushed to see the outcome of their experiment, as they lifted the rubble, they could not
the emptiness of insanityI hear something snapI jumpI lookNothingI see something out of my eyeI shakeI lookNothingI smileOnly half with reliefThe other halfThe emptiness of my insanity
the tunnel that goes nowhereAcross the street from where I drive lies a tunnel at my feetI walk inside and in my mind I think "why is it so deep?"I see two lights one red and one white, I exit the tunnel and fall in sleepI awake with two figures at my armsone begged mercy another begged harmI look left and right, my hopes so barefor I entered a tunnel going nowhereA white clad woman and black clad spawnAroused my fear and showed me my wrongI closed my eyes with shattered hopeWhen I opened them again I was homeAcross the street from where I layLies the tunnel I saw that dayNow I'm free from it's harm, and away...
daystone prologue"I remember when I first saw the stone, I was only eight at the time, it was sitting on my mom's dresser, it started to slowly turns from yellow to black, the voices, dear god the voices, they still scare me today. They were whispering voices, but they sounded like they were screaming, they were saying things that stuck in my head. That is when my mother came home and pulled me away from the stone., she told me to never witness it changing colour again. I was scared, it was different from anything else that scared me, those usually scared me for a week at the most this scared me for a month. I remmeber seeing the stone the next morning, mom was putting it in a case, but she left the lid open. It never occured to me it needed daylight.""I saw the stone again when I was twelve, that's when my mother died, before she died she left me the stone. It was one of the few possessions she gave me before she died. When she died I was sent to live with my father, it would've been bearable if my b
A princess named Tanya ch. 1Tanya lived in a kingdom of mangle and broken. Her father was a servant who died along with the queen, the king raised her as if she was his own. She grew up looking through her window seeing the broken streets and houses that lay beyond them, not that the palace was any different, in fact the only thing different about the palace was it's size, it was the largest building in the kingdom, of course it too was rotting and breaking, the forest they got lumber from was full of dead trees. "It is the dragon's curse" said an old lady with a sack on her back. "It took the land and it took the queen, it will soon take you too." The people of the kingdom however were productive, each one had a certain job, clothiers , metalsmiths, farmers, merchants, bards, woodsmiths, escorts and the kitchens were filled with butchers, bakers, brewers and all sorts of chefs.The people of the kingdom were happy, despite living in a rotting home, they had nice clothes, a productive culture, active children and
like a fear worse than macbethI left into a dark room to sit for a while, for I felt no consequence from doing such.How I learned, a fear like that worse of macbeth. The only light I had was from my MP3, aside from my breath, it was the only sound too. First it was fine, relaxing and even sort of fun. That however was until I saw the casted shadows, every shadow looked like whatever casted it would've killed me. I feared the first person to open the door would be casting said shade. As the song I played went on, it grew less and less cheery, like it would be the last thing I'd hear. I looked around, such a small room, not much space for me to lie down in, and it felt like everything was moving closer, closer, closer. I would shine what little light I had on an object. My mind played tricks on me, for the things the kepts the doors open, looked to me like mangle and broken. When i opened the door, just a little crack, the room sort of got darker, not lighter. This was getting worse and worse, the little light I had