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Some say that a spider's revenge is real. My aunt killed a spider that hung above her head on the wall, she had killed it in cold blood. The next day a spider bigger and hairier than the one before stood beside her on the sofa, watching and waiting for the right moment. I have killed many spiders in my time, big ones, tiny ant sized spiders, fat ones and hairy ones. I have killed many spiders over the years, I am probably seen as a serial killer to them by now. The only stran

have a small night light by my bed, but it fails to reach the darkest corners of my room, where the monsters stand and watch. I try to ignore the feeling of something watching me from the corners of the room and by my bed, but it never works, the feeling never goes away. Mum always closes my curtains before tucking me in for the night. I wait till she closes the door and I can hear her footsteps echo down the hall, leaving me alone with the monsters that lurk. Grabbing the po

It felt like a blessing, hearing her beautiful cries of life. I always thought it was a miracle of God, allowing me the chance to hear her blood-curdling screams and to touch her silky, porcelain skin as I hold her fragile body in my large, rough arms. I was wrong. Her blessed screams turned in to one that held a thousand tortured souls as her skin turned from a look-warm temperature to freshly boiled water. My arms shook as I tried not to drop her. The smile, supposedly inno

Trapped in an invisible cage,I am not a mime for you to watch. I am only free and happy when it suits you, when my mouth is sealed together making it the perfect pair of lips to kiss. I paint a smile on my lips every morning before you wake up because I know you would want nothing less than perfect. I am not just a doll for you to show off to your friends, but I only come alive when you are no longer around. when you're gone for weeks and months at a time I take the liberty t

The autumn sun shone brightly while the pavement was decorated with warm yellow and brown leaves. The trees are bare apart from the small amount of leaves that still cling on to the skinny branch. The trees line the edge of the pavement, separating it from the road. The road was quiet and isolated with no cars driving by and no one else walking down the pavement. I was completely alone. No matter how light that afternoon might seem, no matter how lonely the street was, I stil

I promise you I loved him. I loved the way the sun shone in his God like green eyes and on his light pinkish lips. I can’t tell you how much I was addicted to him, sometimes it felt as though my heart and mind would never stop beating and pounding with anxiety and love till he was by my side. As heavenly as he was and the hours we spent together, it was not meant to be. Our homes and families would crumble to the ground, leaving us in the wreckage of it all, leaving no one bu

The old town brought back memories of when I used to live here with my parents. Nothing has changed since I last walked its roads. I walked down the cracked road to the small cafe that me and my friends used to hold our secret club meetings. We would always order various teas instead of coffee. One of our group members always got too hyper whenever they drank coffee so, we made it a rule to only drink tea. The small bell rang above the wooden door as I enter the still, quiet

The Jester dances in fine clothes he prance performing without desire King and queen gazes on unamused by the jester's song he is a ghost to all The royal court laugh and clap while the Jester feels trapped amongst a large crowed, he stands Pulling funny faces people's mocking he embraces a never-ending cycle To the left to the right to the air he takes