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The Beard of intrigueHis beard was fascinating.
It was a loom, woven with intricate detail and so long it would put any wizard to shame. Each pattern in the coarse mound of hair seemed to share a secret. Perhaps they were memories- I’d heard others collect memories in such ways- etchings on their bodies, collecting objects and even journal writing. Maybe this man was his own journal.
The rest of him seemed positively ordinary. He rested in his chair in a blue business suit- albeit a little outdated for fashion, but suited the character I had begun to form in my head for him. His sorrowful eyes narrowed on a frustrated brow of greying features, illuminating a sense of tiredness. Perhaps the beard in all its might was weighting down. His skin was as rough as sandpaper, blotches and scars etching his hands and face with no revelation to the puzzle of his beard.
I wanted to move closer, debating whether it was rude to ask. The very notion excited me as I built up theories as to why his beard had the
Shopping and Wizards.A thousand bags
shuffle down the high street between
clasped hands, scrunched with new purchase.
They’re buggy-dodging the determined mothers,
the rushed businessmen-- a pinball
machine shopping centre.
A green-robed man, tall with wand and hood
must be a wizard. He’s happily
procuring sushi and sparkling water
whilst his companion;
short with her piercings and jeans treats him
as if he wore the same.
Down the high street,
two track-suited parents
zoom past on their children’s scooters—
half-smoked fags between fingers yell
how fucking amazing this is.
spotted teen raps
his love for Jesus on a muffled
He raps for the Father,
He raps for the Son
and Holy Spirit.
He raps for peace, for hope, for you.
In a corner,
Brown eyes, hefty tears,
a snot-ridden face--
four years old.
A train runs through the mall toot-tooting
as grumpy shoppers move out of the way.
Napo 8- SusanWhy did you lock her out of heaven
and throw the key
into the lions land?
A beautiful girl enjoying
a new fantasy to live.
She'd stopped believing, but
faith stays in a heart longer
than a head.
"She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now,
and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age"
Napo 7- Teen of the 90'sI wanted to be Posh Spice because my
hair was brown bobbed and she dated David
Beckham; I wanted to marry him. I
had no internet and recorded songs
on the radio to tape, daring to
pause and knock out the DJ’s droll. I sang
to S Club and thought I was the coolest
in my smiley faced top and my yingyang
friendship necklaces. You had to know the
Macarena not just for weddings but
school discos too and then every steps routine
to fit in. Slow dances with boys made me
wish again that they were David Beckham
and not greasy teens with bad curtains for
hair. They pressed themselves against you before
travelling to the next girl in leopard
print skirt. Viva forever was merely
a fantasy ; one I’d dream the whole of
the nineties, hoping my teenage self could
find her inner strength, her true girl power.
Napo 6- IreneShe left you a letter
outwitting at last the greatest.
A photograph, filched;
a King’s humiliation.
In your eyes she
holds the highest.
Napo 4- Warrior with painted faceThere’s a warrior with a painted face
and streaks of black across his chest; he stands
wild with pride. His merciless eyes ignited by the
echoes of fallen enemies. He slew
two hundred men and just scars mark their defence.
There’s a warrior with a painted face
who prays to gods mightier than he; he kneels
arms open to implore. He calls upon his army
to pray with him; equals once more. He watches
embers burn before retiring to his tent.
There’s a warrior with a painted face
and inside his heart rests a son and daughter
sleeping. There is a reason he is
Napo 3- Leaving the Train Station
Leaving the train station
alone I watch strangers head home.
The waves for yellow cabs and
stench of fresh-lit cigarettes, I let
the cold cloud white breath.
Even at midnight, a long-coated businessman
hurries past with laptop bag bulging and blackberry to ear. Behind me,
a clip-clack of heels and giggles-
their night hasn’t ended.
Across the road, three youths in hooded
tops kick a can whilst eating chips only stopping
as clip-clacks pass them and swoon
immaturity. Swear words exchange.
In the ice-wind rubbish travels as if taking
a commute, tapa-tapping the concrete.
Exhausted I can only wait with
white breath etching blue hands desperate to be
warmed. Eyes fight; tired and
Napo 2- Zombie ApocolypseTurn, turn, slow turn. Twist bones
broke but drag drag behind, pull
tug flesh ripped. Shuffle, groan desire
only for blood brains.
Undead, unliving, unknown.
To survive a zombie apocalypse don’t be
a hero. Do not fight marauders without
necessity. Attrition; gnawing for bare
minimal (lest you be gnawed upon!). To
survive ravenous army equip your
your wits and an axe.
Moan as much as they moan- both sides are hungry.
FuzzballYou stumble into the darkness of your home after a horrid day at work, grateful to feel your cat's tongue slobbering over your hand affectionately. Then you remember that you don't have a cat.
Faery CirclesI watch the modern world pass me by, stretching bark-hardened arms--broken at the elbows, ligaments torn, fingers splayed in all directions--in a balmy breeze. Centuries ago, I stumbled into a faery circle; I wonder how many lost souls, like me, are still screaming.
Outside My Bedroom DoorI heard scratching and whimpering outside my bedroom door every night. The dog was chained in the yard; I lived alone.
Double Tap HU EditionDouble Tap: HU Special Addition
Clockwork: "Apologize" -Hollywood Undead
The girl once known as Natalie walked down the dimly lit street, her fur lined hoodie pulled up to conceal her face. A red liquid soaked the pockets of her jeans, the bloodied blades of her knives dripping the fluid into her pockets. The teenage woman heard sirens behind her, the reflections of the red and blue lights flashing in front of her. Her grin widened as she turned around, the lights echoing off of the small clock that replaced her left eye. "Miss, we're gonna have to ask you some questions back at the station." One of the officers stated, grabbing Clockwork's shoulder. With a lightning fast motion, the murderess shoved her knives into his chest, pulling the blades down and carving through his body. His friend raised his nine millimeter, but he was far too close for comfort. One of the serrated weapons landed in his wrist, and she used the handle to aim the weapon at the officer's head. She slammed her ot
Wild Vampire Chase I was twenty-two when I started chasing her. I'm thirty-two now, but still a few days shy of the ten year anniversary. She was my friend, the only one I had. She begged, pleaded to become one of them only to turn on the one who made her, killing him with one swift blow that tore his head from his neck. I, by her, was offered the gift of immortality, but saw that it might corrupt the mind, and tried to kill her, much as I didn't want to. She gave me something to remember her by before escaping. A small, curved scar on the side of my neck that was not intended to kill. A souvenir to always have with me. In the back of my mind, I'm glad she got away. I'm glad I didn't have to kill my friend.
Throughout the years, I followed her narrow path of blood. She was careful, but left me clues. On purpose, it turns out. She left me some friends to play with sometimes. They weren't nearly as strong as her, so my playmates easily became fertilizer. At least they decay fast e
Silence is GoldenJackson's eyes opened wide, awakening after a nightmare. He bolted straight up in his bed, a cold sweat broken over his body. The memory of that girl, that ghostly, terrifying girl began to fade from his mind. The football player breathed a sigh of relief, swinging his feet out of the bed and onto the cold, wooden floor of his bedroom. Pulling a white tank top on over his brown haired head, the highschooler stepped out of his room, walking down the stairs to the refridgerator to get a drink. As Jackson pulled a glass out and began filling it from the dispenser, his nose picked up a strange, alien aroma. Turning his head slightly, he noticed something sitting on the couch in his living room. Though it didn't look like either of his parents' figures, it seemed somehow... familiar. "Hello?" The feminine figure turned her head, and Jackson gasped at the demonic red orbs that looked back at him. "Good, I see you're awake Jackson. I needed you to see something I did for you." The figure stoo
CP ONE SHOT: I can't remember...Wesley never liked the forest, it always creeped him out. The run down barn, the leafless trees, the broken silos, it was all scary as fuck. And now he was stuck out here, forced to stay outside by his 'friends' to prove he wasn't a coward. It started when they pointed at a hanging canvas bag, dripping red fluid. Wesley had been confused by it, as he stood underneath it and watched the liquid drip down the trunk. He wasn't scared, just weirded out. That all changed when he felt breathing on the back of his neck. He turned around as fast as he could but whatever had been behind him disappeared. It startled him, and the young teen contemplated it as he walked through the trees and foliage. A white blur rushed in front of him, catching him off guard. "Who's there?! Show yourself!" The frightened teen turned on his flashlight and glanced around, panting in fear. The boy ran forward, the beam of light bouncing around wildly across the trees. Another tree, a bloodstained canvas bag hanging f
Double Tap Proxy EditionAlly the Slender Doll and Paranoia: "Last Resort" -Papa Roach
Ally faced her opponent, blood oozing out of several gashes in her side. Her vision blurred a bit as Paranoia was thrown away from the Rake, her muzzle shredded by the beast's sharp claws. The small brunette tried to pick herself up off the factory floor, but collapsed because of blood loss. The Slender Doll felt something beckoning from the shadows, pulling her into the dark embrace. Darkness shrouded from the area, covering Paranoia's body as well. A stirring from the epicenter of the blackest corner of the room caught the Rake's attention, the beast turning to face the creature inside of the shadow. Ally re-emerged, her mouth torn in a sadistic fashion, her eyes black and soulless. The Rake's eyes shifted down to her hands, taking in the cleavers in the claws of his enemy. A second being rose from the oozing penumbra, letting the darkness roll off of her figure. Her eyes were revealed first, thin, angry cat-like slits gla
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