Gothic

Always Darkest For Dawn

“Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she’s back again.” “Huh, what’s that Louella? Who’s back? What are you going on about?” “It’s poor Miss Johnson. She’s walking back and forth in front of the bus station and she’s carrying that suitcase again. Oh dear me, the poor thing.” Mr. McCoy put down the merchandise he was marking with the price gun and walked over to the large plate glass window to look out. Sure enough there she was, pacing back and forth while looking around in all directions. Sighing to himself he headed back behind the glass and wood counter and picked up the telephone. “I’m going to call her daddy and let him know that she’s there. It’s the least that I can do.” “You do that Mr. McCoy. I’m going to see if I …

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Her….

I remember seeing her, it was after the football game. I have been sitting on the sidelines, back up receiver for the team behind the star, Malcolm. He was pretty much the king of our high school. You know, loved by all and has all the talent and is going places. Girls love, and guys want to be part of the party while it lasts. And here I am sitting on the bench, the coach usually puts me in for fakes or to give Malcolm a break. This game, he was on fire so I was riding the pine. I was drinking some water and just felt a wind hit be from behind, just urging me to look behind. So I turned around, and there she was. A tall, long red haired, dark eyes goddess …

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The Night With a Demon

Over the next few days, my life went up and up and never came down. My parents stopped fighting, I made more friends, did better in school. My life was perfect. But I still dreamed of and longed for Joshua. His lips, hands. His scent. Everything about him made me want him more and more. So while I felt so happy in my life, I still felt a little empty inside. But I had no choice but to carry on. Then, HE came. It was a Friday. I was sitting in my English class. And despite my new found friends, I still liked sitting alone. I could focus and work better. Then the door opened and our vice principal came in with a boy walking behind him. This boy…wow. Dark black (darker than Joshua’s, the …

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The Family- Pt.1

Some days, I wish I could take it back. I love my family, of course. But I don’t think anyone would have guessed what happened next. I was 23 and had just gotten out an emotionally-abusive relationship when I met Elizabeth. I was at a gay bar and decided to advance my bi-sexuality some more. This woman was beautiful, hair black as a raven, lips the color of blood, eyes as green as emeralds with a brush of freckles on her cheeks. I was sitting alone, feeling like an idiot, when she came to talk to me. “You lost?” She asked me as I listened to her beautiful French accent. “What?” I asked her with one eyebrow raised. She giggled cutely before continuing her jest with a teasing grin. “You’re at a gay bar and …

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Darkest Greetings my Dear.

Darkest greetings my Dear. There you are, sat at the computer, tis late at night and the darkness outside is occasionally lit up by a distant, approaching storm. It is quiet, you’re alone in the house and just looking online to see how your friends are before you go to bed, when the hairs on the back of your neck raise as you hear a noise in the house. ‘It was nothing’ you assure yourself, ‘merely a household pet’ but still you remain on edge, nervous until a distant rumble of thunder makes you start, then laugh nervously. You sit and read, until you feel a presence enter the room behind you, fearing to confront them you sit still in terror as you hear the slight brush of cloth. A chill of ice runs down …

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Beastly passion ch1

Ok, I have never wrote before, all constructive criticism is very welcome just don’t ass rape me with it. I chose Werewolves because of the sheer carnal passion I associate with the myth. This is just the opening and first chapter. If I get positive feed back on it I will keep writing. Thanks everyone Dallas, Texas….Date –Today (opening) Hungry, Ivory, teeth watches her with coal black eyes. Her trek from work to home always has its perils. Gang members, robbers and rapists prowl these late night streets. But tonight only he stirs. No hookers on the streets on a night like tonight. They all believe in what she is about to know first hand. Its not just an urban legend it is reality. He moves with silence and determination. He can smell her. Not …

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Gothic Amy and Me

First and foremost the true author of this is King Of Rejects. It is his story and I have not altered it in anyway. I do have his permission to repost these. Enjoy -M It’s fucked up. It’s fucked up. I was 15. Sitting on my friend’s front steps having two officers in front of me and my friends hand on my shoulder. Even though it was winter and I was wearing baggy jeans and a white shirt I wasn’t cold. I was in disbelief. I was at my friend Trevor’s waiting for my mom and dad to come get me. My mom said she would be there in 5 minutes. That was an hour and a half ago. And now two cops are telling me that my dad hit a patch of black Ice …

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Shocking True Confessions of the World’s Last Horror Writer!

“Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No. What ticks in their head? The worm. What hears with their ear? The abyss. They sift the human storm for souls, eat the flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. Such are the autumn people.” -Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes” *** In the midst of the 20th century most learned and responsible parties in America came to agree that the country was in need of an established Authority to Police the Moral Climate, to ensure that dangerous and potentially subversive ideas did not pollute impressionable minds. It started small: In 1954 they outlawed the horror comics. No more “Tales from the Crypt” or “Haunt of Fear” or even “Weird Fantasy” for the kiddies. That …

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My Lover, My Master, My Vampire Part 2

I awoke suddenly and sat up. I’d had a terrible nightmare that I’d been kidnapped. But when I moved to get out of bed and I felt an ache in my groin, my heart sank into my stomach. My nightmare had come true. All the memories of last night came flooding back to me. I looked next to me to see that “Master” was gone. But there was a note on the bedside table yet. I picked it up and read it. It was from him. “My darling Rachel, As is my nature I’ve moved to the coffin. I did you the kindness of unchaining you. To betray this trust would be a most unwise move. I have attendants all over the castle that can help you however need be. By your bed is a …

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Vampire Lust_(1)

It was cold out and I was just sitting there waiting for the bus for school. I was a freshman, only 15. I had stayed back a year. I wish I lived closer to the school so I didn’t have to go on that bus and see those assholes. I say those assholes because I don’t know their names. It’s just a gang of guys that bother me on the bus. Pulling my hair, asking me things like, “do I suck dick?” and such. I hated the bus. As I shivered there at the bus stop I thought about skipping today and going to the bowling alley like last week. I looked down the road up and down and then back at my mom’s house. “Fuck it!” I exclaimed. I walked away from the bus …

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