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The Face in the Window
There's a face in the window,
Her pretty eyes wide,
Her hair dark and flowing;
She's after my life.
It's a mirror, they tell me,
The face is just you.
Do they think I'm stupid,
That I don't know it too?
A mirror's a window,
They're one and the same.
And the face in the window
Won't let me escape.
Featured
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Literature
Drown
Blackness at three AM
Dead stars
Mason jars
Books of hymns
Ribbons, wreathes, smoke
Phone calls from the dead
These things I know
And
Think
Of
As
I
Drown
How Depressing
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Literature
Dance In Broad Daylight
He was knifed in broad daylight.
3pm Tuesday afternoon
classic stabbing;
while crows watched
from their cars and
so did the birds.
Ha, clever.
I bet his blood seeped
into the pavement.
I bet his hand left a
stain,
like a print in wet cement.
We know it's there, but
nobody mentions it.
Bastards, every
single
one
of them.
Including him.
Same with you,
same with me.
And if someone
ever says
otherwise...
Ha, never.
They better get
gutted
in broad daylight
too.
Poetry
243 deviations
Literature
Love In London
"Happy Anniversary!" she said.
"And to you, dear."
This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for all day. The moment I'd travelled to London for, on a packed commuter train and a busy line, simply to experience it. It was more than worth it – it was always more than worth it – but that day in particular it was everything I'd hoped it would be. Seeing her approach me from her own train, that beautiful smile on her face, dark hair fluttering around her on the light breeze in stark, perfect contrast to her porcelain complexion, her cheerful wave, and then the feel of those slender arms around my waist as she embraced me…I lived f
Short Stories
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Literature
Always
"Because sometimes...we both lose our minds to find a better road."
The words tossed in her head. Words. They didn't deserve to be called words. The whispers of Satan, tossed savagely toward every Maudit girl for generations, centuries...a thousand lost loves and broken hearts.
It was the curse of the Maudit family. Love was lost to those twelve simple, sinister words... (It was always the same words, you see, always the same situation. Always no way to stop it.)
Sanity was lost to those men who said those simple, sinister words too. The men crazy enough to fall in love with a Maudit girl, cra
Contests
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Literature
O snowflake
O white crystal shiver
O snowflake –
here I find you
on this dark winter night.
follow me
O snowflake,
and I will take you home;
you can ride piggyback
on my purple purple coat.
I will admire
your cold hard beauty
before your death
(melting in the warm warm
fireplace of happy memories)
befalls you.
Random Masterpieces
9 deviations
Literature
The Disappearing Act
{Scene opens inside a darkened theatre (Oxford Playhouse) with a drum roll. There is a full, hushed audience. On stage, in the spotlight, is a young man in a top-hat and waistcoat. With him is a young blonde woman in a sequined, skin tight outfit. The theatre has lush red velvet curtains. There is a large banner over the stage that says “ISSAC THE ILLUSIONIST AND HIS ASSISTANT, THE LOVELY KIM.”}
Issac [to the audience] – For our last act, our grand finale! The gorgeous Kim is going to be sent spiralling through the air from this podium here! {Spotlight moves to a tower some 10 feet high on stage left} through this blazin
Screenplays and Scripts
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Literature
When birds fly
A silken winged bird flies past my window. I anchor my squinting eyes onto him as he flies down in the dark night and lands on a spindly, sickly tree next to my window. Its are wilted and lifeless, with brown crinkles etched into them. I am surprised trees still exist. I would have thought they had cut them all down. They said we needed to start fresh. New. They had to get rid of the unstable ones. The different ones. It was the only way we would survive, the Council told us. We had to start over if we wanted to get better. We were throwing our lives away. No more trees. No more happiness. No mor
Lyrics
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To Be Sorted
14 deviations
Literature
Merry Christmas (Cynical Christmas 2011)
Somewhere distant, somewhere near,
Voices whisper in your ear,
Demand the sacrifice of blood and tree
For their colors red and green
And in the guise of good and right
They keep the children up at night,
And all around, their words are clear—
Merry Christmas.
The voices echo in your head
Telling you no time for bed—
For stores to wander, things to buy,
Gifts to wrap and mummify,
Food to sate your family ravenous,
Gifts to fill your parlor cavernous,
Deck the halls till you fall dead—
Merry Christmas.
Garlands wrapped 'round till they choke you,
Yule logs belching out their smoke fumes,
Snow falls when i
Secret Santa Submissions
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Lyrics11
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
