Monday, June 29, 2009
wadda ya think? shud i continue?
hey buds! err can I ask you guys/gals a favor? I created something of what might become a complete story IF you people think it's worth it.....well here it is....enojoy^^
PS: it's not a middle part...read the end...
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Those eyes, they scare me. That’s all I can see. I have no idea why I’m transfixed to those blood-shot eyes. The slit-like pupils are the only thing that are capable to control me at this very moment; I feel pressure…It’s choking me.
I try to make out my surroundings. There is absolutely untainted blackness. Everywhere I look; those transfixed eyes seem to float in the darkness.
I feel something….
I can’t move my body; I feel an ice-piercing touch trickling down my neck. Those slits got me hypnotized.
The feeling is strong now, the sensation is burning me. Whatever it is, it’s trying to penetrate my bare neck, injecting, piercing through.
I feel numb; paralyzed.
Oh God! Please help me!
The slit-like eyes are getting vicious now. Its redness is getting impossibly darker. But….this aura, this entrance—is leaving me helpless. I choke…I can feel it piercing, seeping through my skin now. The pain is coming…
Those eyes turn into a cocky position as they continue glaring at me; as if….it grinned.I can feel –no—I can taste, a very bitter mixture…an acid…I can taste poison. So that’s what they injected.
My throat burns like crazy. The poison is gaining control; an effect that is swimming down my bloodstream. What I fear is my absolute prediction.
Those cynical eyes, the slits are getting thinner and thinner, impossibly thin for a pupil, even for a cat that has those features. They look and glower at me; bloodshot and blood thirsty. What does it want? What is it doing to me?
I’m dying, that’s a definite solution. Suffocating and poison are my autopsies when they find out I’m dead…
Huh.
IF anyone finds out I’m dead.I’m gasping for air now. It’s like the poison is made of rock; trying to block my lungs from breathing.I scream; or at least…I try to. It’s no surprise nothing came out of me. The only consolation I’m getting right now is those slit-like eyes are starting to fade away. The darkness surrounding it seems to try its best to consume it whole; or maybe it’s just me going into unconsciousness.
I feel cold suddenly. It’s ironic of what I’m feeling like Antarctica here, nevertheless I couldn’t feel my whole self.
Oh the pain! It’s unbearable, an addition to my sensations.
A thousand stabbing knives at my back as they always say. But this time, it’s at my throat, my lungs, my chest, my heart…It’s no good functioning them now. Their purposes are over.
As I entered unconsciousness, I feel a bump; and all the air I literally had left was knocked out of me.
Just then, the silence that I disregarded broke….
A gurgling, horrific scream broke the chain of silence….
More to my surprise…..It was me….
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I got up from my bed….okay…or maybe it WAS my bed. I found myself lying on the floor, my blanket practically almost torn in half because of my unbearably strong grip to my once-was-in-one- piece blanket, while experiencing my vision asleep.
Beads of sweat are trickling down my forehead. Weirdly my throat still burned from what I called a déjà vu nightmare; as so to say this dream has been coming and going for a month now.
---
I looked at my mini mirror at the corner of my room, yes; my neck was covered with marks of what looked like punctured holes that were covered up for a nice faked up alibi. What looked like chicken- pock marks now formed a rarely distorted shape; an eye. I squinted closer. It looked like a weak sketch; a faded one. I brushed my fingertip against the puncture, it burned; peculiarly only when it has been touched. The more I stroked the wound, the more the shape became visible. Whatever this sadistic nightmare had in stored for me--of all that I had suffered this month from it--I think I might have gotten myself into a horror labyrinth; and I am convinced things are going to get worse.
Sleep to me now is becoming a suicidal act; but an act I could not ignore each night as I shut my eyes into a fatal slumber.
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so? how's it? hoped you enjoyed it...c ya guys/gals! God bless..
PS: leave comments at c-box...negative statements are fine...^^ (just don't make it too harsh)
PS: it's not a middle part...read the end...
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Those eyes, they scare me. That’s all I can see. I have no idea why I’m transfixed to those blood-shot eyes. The slit-like pupils are the only thing that are capable to control me at this very moment; I feel pressure…It’s choking me.
I try to make out my surroundings. There is absolutely untainted blackness. Everywhere I look; those transfixed eyes seem to float in the darkness.
I feel something….
I can’t move my body; I feel an ice-piercing touch trickling down my neck. Those slits got me hypnotized.
The feeling is strong now, the sensation is burning me. Whatever it is, it’s trying to penetrate my bare neck, injecting, piercing through.
I feel numb; paralyzed.
Oh God! Please help me!
The slit-like eyes are getting vicious now. Its redness is getting impossibly darker. But….this aura, this entrance—is leaving me helpless. I choke…I can feel it piercing, seeping through my skin now. The pain is coming…
Those eyes turn into a cocky position as they continue glaring at me; as if….it grinned.I can feel –no—I can taste, a very bitter mixture…an acid…I can taste poison. So that’s what they injected.
My throat burns like crazy. The poison is gaining control; an effect that is swimming down my bloodstream. What I fear is my absolute prediction.
Those cynical eyes, the slits are getting thinner and thinner, impossibly thin for a pupil, even for a cat that has those features. They look and glower at me; bloodshot and blood thirsty. What does it want? What is it doing to me?
I’m dying, that’s a definite solution. Suffocating and poison are my autopsies when they find out I’m dead…
Huh.
IF anyone finds out I’m dead.I’m gasping for air now. It’s like the poison is made of rock; trying to block my lungs from breathing.I scream; or at least…I try to. It’s no surprise nothing came out of me. The only consolation I’m getting right now is those slit-like eyes are starting to fade away. The darkness surrounding it seems to try its best to consume it whole; or maybe it’s just me going into unconsciousness.
I feel cold suddenly. It’s ironic of what I’m feeling like Antarctica here, nevertheless I couldn’t feel my whole self.
Oh the pain! It’s unbearable, an addition to my sensations.
A thousand stabbing knives at my back as they always say. But this time, it’s at my throat, my lungs, my chest, my heart…It’s no good functioning them now. Their purposes are over.
As I entered unconsciousness, I feel a bump; and all the air I literally had left was knocked out of me.
Just then, the silence that I disregarded broke….
A gurgling, horrific scream broke the chain of silence….
More to my surprise…..It was me….
____________________________________________________________________________________
I got up from my bed….okay…or maybe it WAS my bed. I found myself lying on the floor, my blanket practically almost torn in half because of my unbearably strong grip to my once-was-in-one- piece blanket, while experiencing my vision asleep.
Beads of sweat are trickling down my forehead. Weirdly my throat still burned from what I called a déjà vu nightmare; as so to say this dream has been coming and going for a month now.
---
I looked at my mini mirror at the corner of my room, yes; my neck was covered with marks of what looked like punctured holes that were covered up for a nice faked up alibi. What looked like chicken- pock marks now formed a rarely distorted shape; an eye. I squinted closer. It looked like a weak sketch; a faded one. I brushed my fingertip against the puncture, it burned; peculiarly only when it has been touched. The more I stroked the wound, the more the shape became visible. Whatever this sadistic nightmare had in stored for me--of all that I had suffered this month from it--I think I might have gotten myself into a horror labyrinth; and I am convinced things are going to get worse.
Sleep to me now is becoming a suicidal act; but an act I could not ignore each night as I shut my eyes into a fatal slumber.
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so? how's it? hoped you enjoyed it...c ya guys/gals! God bless..
PS: leave comments at c-box...negative statements are fine...^^ (just don't make it too harsh)
// posted by Candace a.k.a Can dance =.= @ 8:42 AM 
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