Battered and bruised, the moonlight reflects her injuries unknown to the beholder. Her whereabouts unknown, destination not yet discovered. How she became of all this no one knows.
Forgotten.
* * * * * *
A smack to the face and she was down. Before she blacked out a man injected something into her arm and her heart was immediately racing. The drug was adrenalin. They wanted her to be awake for this.
Her injuries were brutal, one eye swollen so badly she could hardly see out of it. But what the other saw were the shadows slowly closing in on her body which was now completely numb. She could hear them laughing, a horrific sound that she would rather rip her ears off than listen to this sound. In her mind she knew what was going to happen and her mind spun wildly out of control.
Rape.
Her mind repeated this over and over until she wet herself, and the laughing was louder. She looked up only to succumb to another blow to the face. They didn’t want her looking at them, and if she would agree on one thing during the night she would on this. She didn’t want to look at the most disgusting people who could do such things to such an innocent woman.
As her clothes were ripped off she concentrated on something other than the sheer pain coming from between her. She replayed the events that lead up to this moment. She thought if one little event were to have changed, one delay or being ahead of schedule, if she didn’t answer her phone, or maybe if she had called back, run into someone, something other than what she didn’t do this wouldn’t be her tonight. The thought made a tear trickle down her cheek. The men must have seen this as one lavished up the tear with his grotesque tongue and with such a voice fitting to his nature said “Yum”. She then told her body not to cry anymore but her body was no longer listening to her. She was bleeding, crying and wetting herself. There was no dignity in this act. She thought she would just wait for this to be over.
Time seemed to have slowed down. Seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days. There was no hope for her. She was going to die and she knew it. This thought made her weep but she did not know if it was the pain or the thought that made her do this.
Suddenly, a knock on the door. A glimmer of hope maybe? Did the men forget to tie up every loose end? She remembered reading a police article and it said ‘In every crime there is always one thing forgotten. It’s what we pick up on and isn’t realized until the very last minute. Its called human resilience.’
The knock on the door confused and startled the men, and this was her chance. She flung one of her back legs up wildly knocking one of the men to the ground. She knew she was not powerful enough to overcome the other two men, and the third shall soon have gotten back to his feet, but if she can make any sort of noise, a call for help, the person at the door would be her savior.
To her dismay there was no voice within her any longer. No matter how hard she tried she could not muster what she thought was courage, but her vocals have been so badly ruptured from her earlier screams there was nothing left to scream out. Terror took hold of her body once more and thought once again this was her end. She had made them angrier and more violent. She stared one of the men in the face and saw ugly brown eyes and a weak frame, no larger than hers. The man quickly hid his face from identification and she knew the other man was still focused on the door. Mind games were a treat in these situations and she thought of a plan, but her body was already reacting to its primal instincts. Her leg was already between the other mans and he fell with a loud cry, loud enough so the person on the other side of the door could hear. She got up and banged on the door forgetting about the knob for a while, and then turned it. It was slippery with her own blood and she must have thought one of her arms were broken because it wouldn’t listen to her. An angelic sound came from the other side of the door as it slowly opened,
“Is everything ok in there?” And as quickly as this sound came out of the angels mouth, he was dead. Shot. No doubt others heard this but there would be no witnesses. Not for the man who she had earlier knocked down. He quickly grabbed her arm and injected something into her arm. Blackness immediately fell.
As she walked across the streets, bloody and ugly, she has no idea how she became of this. She reached a puddle and saw herself for the first time tonight, not able to recognize who stood in her shoes.
Tears fell once again, and a soft noise came from her mouth, “What happened”
The three men, with a dead body in their room laughed as they watched her from their window. “She never knew what hit her”
2. Skullreken
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The Pursuit Kyle ran through the underbrush, thorns and brambles lashed his face and tore his clothes but he ignored them a smarting cheek and a cut across his nose were the least of his worries, mere nuisances compared to what would happen if he took a moment to care. He dared not look over his shoulder in case it slowed him down but it wasn’t necessary it would only confirm what he already knew, the glowing red eyes were still following and drawing ever closer. He was starting to tire he could feel his muscles ach his heart pounded in his ears and his breath grew shorter no matter how deep he inhaled it just wasn’t enough . “I can’t run forever “he thought, his minds voice losing all composure and shrieking hysterically. He panicked and looked over his shoulder the eyes glowed brighter when he did “It knows!” his minds voice shrieked. He turned his attention back to where he was running just in time to see a gnarled root in his path without thinking he jumped over it only to hit a low branch
There was a sickening crack and a burst of stars filled his eyes as he collided with it he landed heavily on his back and the only thing he could distinguish in the confusion was the whoosh as air left his lungs. He struggled to his feet but lost his footing and ended up rolling down into a ditch and there he lay breathless and bleeding in a woozy stupor staring at the stars peeping in and out of the holes in the spinning canopy. It was so tempting to just give in and let the gentle spinning carry him away but a loud thud and the scrape of a sword being drawn brought him back. He desperately willed himself to get up and run but his aching body refused to comply paralysed by the sight of the red glowing eyes stepping into the moon light to reveal the deaths head that housed them. “Impossible” He gasped staring at the grinning skull “you can’t exist” he shrieked knowing all too well the monstrosity was real.
The creature levelled the tip of its jagged sword in his direction and approached slowly it’s eyes burning brightly it revelling in the terror it inflicted on its prey before making the final blow. Finally his body listened to reason and sat up but the creature was upon him at once driving it’s blade through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground. A burning cold spread slowly from the swords tip numbing his body as it went. After a moment or two it removed its sword and stepped back. It was now or never, he tried to wrap his legs around the creatures and take it down but found that he couldn’t move, his body wouldn’t respond. Panic spread like wild fire in his mind and no matter what he tried he just couldn’t move but he could still feel the burning cold in his shoulder continue to creep down his arm up his neck and across his chest. "It has to be some sort of poison" he realized his thoughts becoming more frantic He tried to yell “What have you done to me” but all that came out was a strained wheeze.
The creature leaned over him leering in triumph. It’s eyes burned brighter as Kyle realized what was happening to him, the glow made its fixed grin even more sinister .“It’s laughing at me this sick monster is laughing at me” he thought. It placed the tip of its blade lightly on his cheek drawing blood as it bit into his skin. He stared impassively wishing he could close his eyes but that wasn’t possible gentle wheezes rattled in his throat as he tried in vain to plead for mercy from the beast. The fixed grin seemed to widen somehow and with a flick of its wrist the sight left Kyle’s eye forever. He would have screamed if it had been possible but this time not even a wheeze came out, the creature seemed put off by the lack of reaction and losing interest set about making slow shallow cuts across his chest for the sake of it. The cold burning grew more intense and spread further with every cut but he didn’t notice it so much he was more aware of a growing sense of tiredness coming over him soothing him and promising release if he were to just give in and let it carry him away.
“So this is it I’m going to die I always thought it would be worse than this it actually feels peaceful nothing matters now to think of all the worrying and fretting I did and for what? Nothing it seems so ridiculous now that I think about it” he thought starting to laugh the creature stopped cutting him and cocked its head and that’s when he realized he was laughing! The poison must have been a weak does it must be wearing off! The creature realized this also and raised the sword above its head ready to drive it through his heart. There was a flash of steel the creature went rigid a line appeared diagonally across its skull running from its left temple to its right cheek. The skull cap slid smoothly away the eye sockets blazed brilliantly then the light inside shot straight into the sky, its body and sword sublimed into a cloud of wispy smoke and the skull landed somewhere beside his head. It was over that thing was dead it couldn’t hurt him any more. He was just starting to realise that something else had killed the monster but before any thoughts could form the tiredness came over him like a massive wave and he slipped away into the soothing darkness.
3. Lustre
Spoiler
Imagine: Just imagine it: an impermeable grey haze clouding your sight; the stench of a thousand cigarettes raping your senses; the very ground beneath you trembling with every beat. Imagine: my home.
I do not know what keeps dragging me back to this bar. Perhaps it’s the way the – and I feel guilty for saying this – terrible band drown out my thoughts. Or maybe it’s the cheap, tasteless beer which has been infused with just enough alcohol to ensure you couldn’t care less about the flavour – or indeed, lack of. Either way, every Friday evening, without fail, I find myself sat in this very same seat drowning the past week in a sea of – basically – dirty water.
The old Barman pities me though. He gives me certain privileges which many of my fellow drinkers despise me for. For example, every now-and-then he will sneakily attempt to pass me a free drink. Quite frequently however, he is spotted by one of the other attendees and a small argument ensues – at which time my financial and social troubles surface once more.
The reaction to this enlightenment is always the same. They turn to me with pity quite clearly present in their eyes – unaware of course, that I can see them. Then our eyes meet and they try – though it’s always futile – to appear like they’re looking elsewhere at something much more interesting behind my shoulder, or they snap their head away and begin feverishly conversing with their companion whose bemused face at their friends’ sudden desire to talk quite hurriedly with them always amuses me.
I will not deign to enlighten you about the details of my financial and social troubles – as doing so would pain me too much – but suffice to say that I think it is time for a change. My list of “Things-to-change” is really quite simple:
- Get a job. - Get fit. - STOP DRINKING!
(The last point, although when considering my own health is probably the most important, is the one which I believe will simply slip into place when the first two are completed.)
Don’t misjudge me; it’s not that I don’t work, it’s just that the work I do right now isn’t a job. There is an acute difference between working and having a job. A job pays well, is stable and allows you to enjoy some luxuries. Working merely pays me enough for the basics, not to mention I only actually work if my boss calls me up – which unfortunately is quite rare. Therefore, although I work, I fear much of my income comes from the government, and they only give me enough to keep me alive – I’m sure a dead person, killed through lack of basic human rights, would not slide well in their next election.
As for getting fit... let’s just say I have a larger stomach than most. It’s probably the reason why members of the opposite gender won’t look twice at me. I suppose my face is pretty, but I fear it’s the weight which turns them off. It depresses me most of the time but that depression just makes me eat more. It’s a vicious cycle which I find near impossible to break free of. Perhaps, whilst I am dieting, I should try one of those new internet dating sites. Apparently they’re all the range now! Technology has never been my forte though, in life, I find that the simple things are what matter most – computers and technology are just too advanced for me. Perhaps I will call my brother and ask him for some directions using one – and indeed, which would be the best to buy! I suppose I’ll also need an Internet Producer... Provider... Proclaimer? Whatever they’re called.
As for the bar, I suppose I should make this my last night here. To return would only drag me back into the lifestyle which I’m so struggling to break free of. With a heavy heart I bade farewell to the barman – who seemed somewhat confused with my sudden and almost emotional farewell. I guess over my years here I had not been kind to the man who had listened to my insistent moaning on a number of occasions, and who never once turned me away. I suppose he was actually one of my closest friends and I trusted him explicitly.
It then occurred to me – quite suddenly I might add – that despite my referring to this lovely old man as a friend, I did not actually know his name, or anything about him. To me he was just The Barman. Deciding that now was not the time for such sentiments, I left. I knew I would probably never see this man again – as I never wished to return to this bar – and so learning his name would just be pointless and probably forgotten by morning.
With one last look around the gloom I walked out of the Recess’ Bar to – hopefully – never return.
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Last edited by skullreken; 10-14-2009 at 02:51 AM.
This has been one of the hardest ones to pick winners for yet, Thank you everyone for participating and congratulations to the winners.
3rd Contest Freestyle Poetry Winners:Artistic Talent Contest Freestyle Poetry
The Winners Were:
1. BohrGnosis Amime:
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some say it's gay.
I say "only yaoi mate".
I watched 20 episodes today.
The subtitles, they said "Hooray!"
but, "sugoi" the girl did say...
"Sugoi" is "great"
when i translate
so could it be a small mistake?
I think not, I speculate.
Artistic licence, abominate!
There is no "f**k"
in japanese
so could you not include that please,
in you subs for animes
like in Genesis of Evangelise?
His nose does bleed
whe he can see
her accidently exposed boobies.
Uppercut! then stuck in a tree.
He learned his lesson, next time, FLEE!
She does blush
when he does touch
but it wasnt really very much.
More like a gentle brush.
Dirty girl, thinks with her crotch.
How much they babble
in the heat of battle.
What is with the constant prattle?
If it was me, I'd run and tackle
that stupid wind bag then his face I'd pummel.
Dubbing or subbing
which is better when viewing?
With subs I read 'n don't see what their doing.
With dubs, lip sync's strange and timing's confusing.
Subs for the win! Dubs for the booing.
2. DemonGod My secret
Spoiler
No one will know
No one will ever know
My secret
It's my burden
It's my battle
This load.. I have to carry on my shoulders
I will share it with no one
This secret
I can't let anyone know
I can't let them find out
For my own sake..
And also for theirs
My secret
Will always be my secret
Only my secret
And I'll carry it with me
All the way..
Straight to my grave
3. Erroneous Forever
Spoiler
Through the looking glass, the dark abyss of eternity awaits me
Forever stretching into the world of darkness, calling me.
Shadows grow, extend, and form vast memories.
Sitting here in my desolate room I wait for Thee
For Thee to pass through the looking glass
So I may once again know that feeling
Lost to the void for eternity
I shall forever be here
Waiting for thee
Here, alone
Forever
Thanks again to everyone who submitted an entry, there is also a photo contest that is ending in a week, so feel free to enter that one, there have been no submissions yet so any photo may be able to win. Have fun
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The problem with people is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
The problem with people is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
Last edited by RighteousRob; 09-11-2009 at 08:00 PM.
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.
Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I
don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."
I said " What???!!!! What was that?!
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to
hear...."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a
woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
"Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in
the bedroom?"
Realising that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to
sleep.
The very next day, I opted to take the day off work and spend time
with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a
big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while
she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't
decide which one to
take so I told her we'll just buy them all.
She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said let's
get a pair for each outfit.
We went onto the jewellery department where she picked out a pair
of diamond earrings.
Let me tell you....she was so excited.
She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I
started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis
bracelet when she
doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a
loop when I said, "That's fine honey."
She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this
is all dear, let's go the to the cashier".
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I
don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a
baffled "What????!!!!" I then said, "Really honey! I just want you
to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my
financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping
needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I
added.
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I
buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either!
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