As darkness envelops the long and winding streets within the walls of castle Azelran, I hold my breath as I duck into one of the many alleyways running between the streets. The whole city is deserted, and even the inns are dead silent. Houses loom above me from all sides, as I trip over bins and stray pieces of rubbish. What has he done? Has he put everyone to sleep so I am alone? So that he can get me? As if. I won't go down without a fight. The cobbles fly beneath my feet. My tunic flutters in the wind, my long hair unfurling behind me in a chocolate brown mass. With my boots pounding on the paved stones, I skid around another corner, shivers running down my spine. I must get away. I don't care if it's never been done before. I have to leave. …show more content…
I have to get away. It's running around in my head, dancing in front of me before moving backwards, out of my grasp.
It won't leave me alone. The nursery that rhyme everyone knows. The one about him. He seemed like a fairy tale, but no. He’s real, and he’s coming for me. Him, of all. Him. The song won't leave me alone, it's haunting melody ringing out clear in my head no matter what noise I hear. It sounds just like it did when I was a little girl. I can hear all the different voices meshing into one. They’re all taunting me. The tormenting song drives me on. I can't get caught by him. Yet, the strange thing is, I can only hear the first verse. The first four lines. I still remember them even after all this time. No one forgets something that gives even the bravest of souls nightmares for …show more content…
eternity. Cling clang… I push onwards, rounding another corner, but not before quickly glancing back. He doesn't seem to be there. I still haven't seen him. No one has seen him. I almost feel silly, running from a ghostly illusion, something I haven't even seen. But I know he’s there. I can feel it. I can hear it. …Go the chains… I don't want to find out what happens when, or even if, the song reaches the fourth line. I'm still running. Running from him. What will happen when I tire? I don’t want to know. I only know that I can't stop. Someone's out to find you… The voices won't go away.
They keep singing me their eerie song. They won't stop. I try to run but I feel like I’m only going in circles. I'm alone. I've been left to die. It's almost too quiet. Even the birds are silent. The winding streets take me everywhere and nowhere. I swear that, at times, I pass the exact same place twice. But I can’t stand still. If I do, he'll get me. I can't let him get me. …Cling clang… I've tried calling out for help with no results. Everyone is gone. Not even the normal patrols are around. The guards are all gone. I've glanced up at least three of the different guard towers placed periodically around the main walls. Nothing. No one. Even the wind is blowing in lazy bouts. The clouds are suspended, hanging ominously still in the dark starry sky. It’s a full moon tonight. How fitting for such a grisly task. …Go the chains… I fall. My feet slip from under me, as if I were a delicate glass ornament, sitting on a tablecloth, just as someone rips it from underneath. The ground rushes towards me, eager to meet me. I cry out in pain as the rough gravel digs into my palms. The Warden's… I freeze, hearing the last line uttered slowly, hanging sinisterly after each word. …Right… A lump rises in my throat, as I slowly turn to look behind. …Behind… I gasp at what I glimpse, and begin dragging myself forward, scrambling to get away.
…You… He stands there, motionless, head down, chains dangling from his body. I see now what had tripped me earlier. His glowing scythe lays a meter or so away from where I lay, sprawled, across the ground. In his right hand he holds the chain which connects to the odd weapon. In his left hand, he holds the lantern. The old lantern they say he used to carry on his rounds. Its sickly green-blue glow casts a horrid, ghastly light over the ground. His thick, heavy coat seems sealed around him. Chains wrap around his body, with odd keys and locks hanging off here and there. His empty eyes are like an endless abyss, reflecting only my own dread. The essence of his soul swirls around his head, somehow keeping the floating fragments of his skull in the air. Then I hear a voice whispering to me. Have you… ever seen your soul…? Thresh, the chain warden, had come for me.
Which was no strange feeling to me since I turned to music to cope with whatever ailed me, because no matter what, a song, some headphones, and volume turned way too loud was always there. Returning to the supple age of ten, was a disconnect, mainly between the receptors in my brain that determine whether or not I get enough of the happy chemicals, but between what I am, and what I thought I was. I thought I was a kid like everyone else, I would be sad for no reason often, but moving many times, and having to be on my own for a large portion of my early to late teens, I thought it was how life was for most people in my situation. My situation was dreary at best, people bullied me extensively in middle school to high school, in the first string of serious relationships I had they all left because of some arbitrary meaning of what being happy should have been; coming to a peak on Valentines day of 2012, the first time I attempted suicide. Suicide is the focus of the song, how abandonment can lead to hopelessness and desperation to the point of the ultimate act of despair, death. “I guess I finally had the courage to go away. The promises we made were made hollowly. Sometimes you'd reassure me we'd be okay. But you'd always leave” (A Lot Like Birds. Kuroi Ledge. Equal Vision Records, 2013.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
The Sun is slowly sinking. Birds are ceasing to sing. You should be asleep, but instead, you’re wondering if you will. There’s no way to earn money, you are going to have to find another way to help yourself. Forget about sleeping in a house, the cold ground is your bed. All of your “friends” have vanished, your canteen is dry, and if you go into town, you will surely be shot. Once you go wrong, you can’t go back, because you’re wanted. Dead or alive.
At night, footsteps paced the ceiling. Over and over, an impatient march, forever in step to the silent drum. If only this had been my only encounter, I could dismiss it.
I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
“He was singing that song. If a body catch a body a body coming through the Rye. He had a pretty little voice too. He was just singing for the hell of it, you could tell. The cars zoomed by, brakes screeched all over the place; his parents paid no attention to him. It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
I see the white fur thing of a rabbit baiting me to follow him daily. His anxiety for time startles me day and night. He screams and screams until I follow him to unknown places. And when I do go with him, I rarely ever come back. It’s like a dream I never wake up from. I’m still learning how to wake up.
“On the Run” is almost all instrumental. The only voice we hear in the background is the listing of flights by an announcer. This song brings out another theme of the passing of time. One might say that adventurous people “Live for today” (Floyd, On the Run), however there is a laugh at the end, which some might think of a patient with schizophrenia has if the only information a person had was from a movie with a patient in this crazed like state. As the song comes to a closing all we hear are footsteps running. When I hear the footsteps I think of the move Snow White. As Snow White is in the forest she runs because of the terrifying sounds, and the stressful environment; those similar sounds that cause anxiety are present during the song.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I don't know here to go. I can't believe I am lost in the forest that the serial killers met. Trying to have ATM signal, I can only pray and hope it work .The cold weather and the darkness is killing me. Right now all that I wish for is to go home and to be around people that makes me feel safe and protect. Never experiencing this before, I do not know what to expect. I have to maintain myself calm, but the worst thoughts do not leave my head. My mouth is dry and my heart racing because I heard steps coming on my direction. Right now my eyes are full of tears and my soul is overwhelmed. Waking to the tree, I hope to find a place to hide; However I now that I will not be safe. I see a men, my eyes are freeze, I am
I just left the party for preppy rich kids, which to my dismay I was a part of, my father is an owner of a super successful oilrig. Thinking about what had happened, the douchebag who was my boyfriend hooking up with some girl from our college, shaking my head in disgust. I look up and notice that I’m in the rougher part of town, I stop a moment and think about the path I took to get here but I can’t remember, then I start to think about what ways I can get back to my house. While I’m racking my brain this shadow of a person appears out of Will’s Market, from this distance I can’t tell if they are looking at me. Then I come to the painful realization that one I’m standing under the only street light and two I’m wearing a nice bright pink shirt and bright white pants. After this thought runs through my head I whisper “f*****g h*ll whats my luck”. I decide that it’s no use trying to run or hide if they come they come.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.