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Brass frame dulled

By years of neglect

Holds a shattered glass

Doorway I've come to inspect

It's a mystery to me

It just seems to reflect

My face back again

With tiny black flecks

Of aged silver poured

Thick to protect

A passage it holds

Where worlds will connect

But its glass doesn't waver

It shows no suspect

It's just another mirror

No difference to detect

But upon looking closer

At this tarnished object

I've come to realize

The door works perfect

From another angle

I can see its effect

The mirror has captured

And begun to collect

The faces it's seen

And the ones it reflects

They swim in the glass

While the mirror infects

Turning them inward

And they start to reject

The face that it shows

And they start to expect

The mirror to fix them

Replace incorrect

But the mirror just stays

It will not resurrect

What it has taken

Or fix what it wrecked

This mirror is dangerous

It steals self respect

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Written by StephanieMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Brass frame dulled
By years of neglect
Holds a shattered glass
Doorway I've come to inspect
It's a mystery to me
It just seems to reflect
My face back again
With tiny black flecks
Of aged silver poured
Thick to protect
A passage it holds
Where worlds will connect
But its glass doesn't waver
It shows no suspect
It's just another mirror
No difference to detect
But upon looking closer
At this tarnished object
I've come to realize
The door works perfect
From another angle
I can see its effect
The mirror has captured
And begun to collect
The faces it's seen
And the ones it reflects
They swim in the glass
While the mirror infects
Turning them inward
And they start to reject
The face that it shows
And they start to expect
The mirror to fix them
Replace incorrect
But the mirror just stays
It will not resurrect
What it has taken
Or fix what it wrecked
This mirror is dangerous
It steals self respect
#fantasy  #horror  #poetry  #freeverse  #mirror 
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Written by StephanieMarie in portal Fiction

My Time Underneath

The worst thing was the earth.

It was suffocating. The heavy smell of clay and soil mixed with floral hints was too thick to breath.

I tried to filter each breath through my mouth, but the dirt left a grit on my teeth. With the pain burning between my legs and the earth, each inhale was agonizing. If I wasn't already dying the ground sure would do the trick.

I could put myself in a place where the pain didn't exist.

But I still had to breath.

I had no idea when it was day or night.

The earth took care of that too.

So I started to imagine that the roots blooming across the makeshift ceiling were star formations. I took an astronomy course once, and I always loved the way the stars formed something but nothing at all. The roots did the same thing.

The way they twisted and twined through each other. They were like beautiful dancers, but they weren't.

Dancing is probably what got me down there in the first place. That and the man I had danced with. The moment you realize that you've made a mistake is odd. It's like time slows down just enough to show you where it went wrong, but not slow enough for you to do anything about it.

But I guess what's important is I got out.

Usually what's been given to the ground stays in the ground, but I wasn't really anyone's to give.

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My Time Underneath
The worst thing was the earth.
It was suffocating. The heavy smell of clay and soil mixed with floral hints was too thick to breath.
I tried to filter each breath through my mouth, but the dirt left a grit on my teeth. With the pain burning between my legs and the earth, each inhale was agonizing. If I wasn't already dying the ground sure would do the trick.
I could put myself in a place where the pain didn't exist.
But I still had to breath.
I had no idea when it was day or night.
The earth took care of that too.
So I started to imagine that the roots blooming across the makeshift ceiling were star formations. I took an astronomy course once, and I always loved the way the stars formed something but nothing at all. The roots did the same thing.
The way they twisted and twined through each other. They were like beautiful dancers, but they weren't.
Dancing is probably what got me down there in the first place. That and the man I had danced with. The moment you realize that you've made a mistake is odd. It's like time slows down just enough to show you where it went wrong, but not slow enough for you to do anything about it.
But I guess what's important is I got out.
Usually what's been given to the ground stays in the ground, but I wasn't really anyone's to give.
#fiction  #horror  #freestyle 
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Written by Winterreign

Crumbling

Look around you

The world as we know it

is crumbling

And everything is falling apart

Houses were flooded in water

And everything around us

Is getting destroyed

People are dying

And children

Are getting sick

Everything that

Livened the earth

Is now slowly dying

And if you listened

Close enough

You can hear gunshots

From far away

gas filled the air

Like poison

Entering this decaying world

And there was nothing

We could do

to save this world

The world is crumbling

And soon

We will all die..

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Written by Winterreign
Crumbling
Look around you
The world as we know it
is crumbling
And everything is falling apart
Houses were flooded in water
And everything around us
Is getting destroyed
People are dying
And children
Are getting sick
Everything that
Livened the earth
Is now slowly dying
And if you listened
Close enough
You can hear gunshots
From far away
gas filled the air
Like poison
Entering this decaying world
And there was nothing
We could do
to save this world
The world is crumbling
And soon
We will all die..
#horror  #mystery 
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Written by OnyxCity in portal Flash Fiction

The Bad Son

Billy stood over his sister’s crib where the infant lay crying in wet, choked sobs, the ugly red bruises on her face and arms darkening before his very eyes. He slowly reached down and wiped the tears glistening on the baby’s swollen face with the tip of his finger.

“Billy!” His mother grabbed the boy by the arms and whirled him around, sending him stumbling into the dresser on the other side of the room. Billy fell to his hands and knees, stunned, as he noticed his little brother, John, watching from the corner, wide-eyed and silent.

His mother stared down at the baby in horror as the full import of what she was seeing dawned on her. “Not again, Billy…,” she cried. “Not again!” Angry, sorrowful tears stung her eyes as she gently bundled the little girl into her arms. “Billy,” she said, careful to keep her voice even, “this was your last chance. It’s over, Billy. This is going to end now.”

As a trembling, speechless Billy and his mother left the room, John stepped out from the shadows and peered around the doorjamb into the hall.

“Billy…,” John whispered as his mother and brother disappeared down the stairs.

That night, John lay in bed listening to his parents’ whispers that floated down the hall from the baby’s room. He closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

“Hey there, kiddo.” John’s father entered the room and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “How’re you doing?”

The boy shrugged from beneath the covers.

His father sighed. “I know you were a little scared by what you saw today, son. But you remember what Mom told you earlier, right? Billy’s just not feeling well. He needed to go away for a while to get better.” He patted John lightly on the shoulder. “But it’s only for a few years. He’ll be back before you know it.”

As his father left the room, John lay for a while staring at the ceiling. The corner of his mouth trembled. Only for a few years. That was a very long time. But the important thing was that Billy would be coming back.

The tremble subsided as John’s lips curled up in a smile. He settled himself deeper into the pillow and sighed contentedly.

Billy would be coming back. John could play with the baby again when his brother returned.

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The Bad Son
Billy stood over his sister’s crib where the infant lay crying in wet, choked sobs, the ugly red bruises on her face and arms darkening before his very eyes. He slowly reached down and wiped the tears glistening on the baby’s swollen face with the tip of his finger.

“Billy!” His mother grabbed the boy by the arms and whirled him around, sending him stumbling into the dresser on the other side of the room. Billy fell to his hands and knees, stunned, as he noticed his little brother, John, watching from the corner, wide-eyed and silent.

His mother stared down at the baby in horror as the full import of what she was seeing dawned on her. “Not again, Billy…,” she cried. “Not again!” Angry, sorrowful tears stung her eyes as she gently bundled the little girl into her arms. “Billy,” she said, careful to keep her voice even, “this was your last chance. It’s over, Billy. This is going to end now.”

As a trembling, speechless Billy and his mother left the room, John stepped out from the shadows and peered around the doorjamb into the hall.

“Billy…,” John whispered as his mother and brother disappeared down the stairs.

That night, John lay in bed listening to his parents’ whispers that floated down the hall from the baby’s room. He closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

“Hey there, kiddo.” John’s father entered the room and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “How’re you doing?”

The boy shrugged from beneath the covers.

His father sighed. “I know you were a little scared by what you saw today, son. But you remember what Mom told you earlier, right? Billy’s just not feeling well. He needed to go away for a while to get better.” He patted John lightly on the shoulder. “But it’s only for a few years. He’ll be back before you know it.”

As his father left the room, John lay for a while staring at the ceiling. The corner of his mouth trembled. Only for a few years. That was a very long time. But the important thing was that Billy would be coming back.

The tremble subsided as John’s lips curled up in a smile. He settled himself deeper into the pillow and sighed contentedly.

Billy would be coming back. John could play with the baby again when his brother returned.
#horror  #flashfiction  #creepykids 
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Written by Winterreign

Inside my mind

I'm going crazy in this hell hole

My mind is stuck in the shadows

My thoughts are running crazy

And the voices in my head

Are getting louder and my body

Is stuck in the darkness, stress is occupying my entire body and my mind

Kissing and interacting with each other is forbidden

Everything is turning into disaster

And there was no escaping ,my demons and my fears are taking

control of my body, it's like my head

Is shaking uncontrollably like a mad man and my brain and my mouth

Want to scream like a crazy lunatic

Nothing is the same, Nothing is normal ,Nobody can be trusted

Something doesn't feel right in this world, There was no happiness in this earth

It's too quiet, utterly quiet, Children are not laughing, Teens are not gossiping

And adults are not conversing, And most of all animals are not playing

I'm not in control of myself

I'm not in control of my mind, of my life or my choices

The only thing i can hear are the screams of torture and of loneliness

In this world, there is so happiness

There is only sadness and the days are filled with nothing but rain and gloomy thoughts , In times like this death , the voices and the darkness were my only friends

I'm just a lonely psychotic girl who doesn't feel like herself

So be warned..

Do not enter my world..

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Written by Winterreign
Inside my mind
I'm going crazy in this hell hole
My mind is stuck in the shadows
My thoughts are running crazy
And the voices in my head
Are getting louder and my body
Is stuck in the darkness, stress is occupying my entire body and my mind
Kissing and interacting with each other is forbidden
Everything is turning into disaster
And there was no escaping ,my demons and my fears are taking
control of my body, it's like my head
Is shaking uncontrollably like a mad man and my brain and my mouth
Want to scream like a crazy lunatic
Nothing is the same, Nothing is normal ,Nobody can be trusted
Something doesn't feel right in this world, There was no happiness in this earth
It's too quiet, utterly quiet, Children are not laughing, Teens are not gossiping
And adults are not conversing, And most of all animals are not playing
I'm not in control of myself
I'm not in control of my mind, of my life or my choices
The only thing i can hear are the screams of torture and of loneliness
In this world, there is so happiness
There is only sadness and the days are filled with nothing but rain and gloomy thoughts , In times like this death , the voices and the darkness were my only friends
I'm just a lonely psychotic girl who doesn't feel like herself
So be warned..
Do not enter my world..
#horror  #mystery  #gloomy 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Micropoetry

tear off this fragile skin

and let your contaminated blood flow out

perhaps then you will be beautiful

after all pain is your existence

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Micropoetry
tear off this fragile skin
and let your contaminated blood flow out
perhaps then you will be beautiful
after all pain is your existence
#horror  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture 
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bones

gnawed pallid

by the c

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                n

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                    l

                     e

                       s

                         s

worrying teeth

of the monstrous cogitations 

which invade my mind

still rattle

within my empty heart...

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bones
gnawed pallid
by the c
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              u
                n
                  t
                    l
                     e
                       s
                         s
worrying teeth
of the monstrous cogitations 
which invade my mind


still rattle
within my empty heart...
#horror  #poetry  #spirituality  #opinion  #mind 
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spook

there are black-dark 

and dripping shadows

in the moonless corners of my eyes

momentary, melting ink blots

a makeshift mind whispering 

tiny tricks of mourning silks

i am only a tired surgical experiment

with one foot in the curdling soil 

of the churchyard after nightfall and

these nights there's a tall man

with a heavy brown hat and 

gull-eyes i swear are real

rising from white mist like

sea-spray gone awry

a spectral souffle of dead flesh

he might stare from doorways while i sleep

he might grip my white throat until i wake

(pale and voiceless and water-eyed)

there's one hundred tiny ants 

seanced and swarming 

in a rotting black boil

on the closet floor 

with the wormy pine 

shall i feed him my terror

piece by piece 

to appease his crooked smile,

that crusty vigil?

then in dawn's derisive, jaundiced glow 

just wet and murky footprints

on the swollen hardwood

muffled moonshine and oil drips

two hundred drowned mice 

and black teeth beneath me

but this is no sumpter to dredge

and that old man will find no gold here

all muck and sand and spoiled snails so

mama sparkles holy water

six ways til sunday

(pour it in a glass mama, 

let me drink it up)

her mouth swirling psalms

she slips rosary beads 

beneath my pillow

to help me dream 

of something lighter

but the weight 

of three hundred locusts 

on my rooting chest 

spins my breaths shallow

and no one's arms, 

not the lord's

not the ghost's

not even his

can lift it 

this is ouija-sins 

and sweeping second hands

this is 3ams 

and army barracks

this is me seeing things 

that are not there

(i wish you would unearth me like 

the graverobbers do -- steal all my gold

then leave me to rot)

light the sage daddy, please light the cedar

and let the smoke carry me to sleep this time

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Written by KatherineMartha in portal Poetry & Free Verse
spook
there are black-dark 
and dripping shadows
in the moonless corners of my eyes
momentary, melting ink blots
a makeshift mind whispering 
tiny tricks of mourning silks
i am only a tired surgical experiment
with one foot in the curdling soil 
of the churchyard after nightfall and

these nights there's a tall man
with a heavy brown hat and 
gull-eyes i swear are real
rising from white mist like
sea-spray gone awry
a spectral souffle of dead flesh
he might stare from doorways while i sleep
he might grip my white throat until i wake
(pale and voiceless and water-eyed)

there's one hundred tiny ants 
seanced and swarming 
in a rotting black boil
on the closet floor 
with the wormy pine 
shall i feed him my terror
piece by piece 
to appease his crooked smile,
that crusty vigil?

then in dawn's derisive, jaundiced glow 
just wet and murky footprints
on the swollen hardwood
muffled moonshine and oil drips
two hundred drowned mice 
and black teeth beneath me
but this is no sumpter to dredge
and that old man will find no gold here
all muck and sand and spoiled snails so

mama sparkles holy water
six ways til sunday
(pour it in a glass mama, 
let me drink it up)

her mouth swirling psalms
she slips rosary beads 
beneath my pillow
to help me dream 
of something lighter

but the weight 
of three hundred locusts 
on my rooting chest 
spins my breaths shallow
and no one's arms, 
not the lord's
not the ghost's
not even his
can lift it 

this is ouija-sins 
and sweeping second hands
this is 3ams 
and army barracks
this is me seeing things 
that are not there
(i wish you would unearth me like 
the graverobbers do -- steal all my gold
then leave me to rot)


light the sage daddy, please light the cedar
and let the smoke carry me to sleep this time
#horror  #poetry  #spirituality 
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Written by JessicaJohnson in portal Romance & Erotica

Falling For Darkness

Delicious and deadly

Corroded with craving

Each illustrious lie

Renders morality fading.

Drowning in desire,

I dream of your plague.

You're revoking affection

To teach me to beg.

The Devil incarnate

This love a taboo

I'm selling my soul

Crawling back to you...

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Written by JessicaJohnson in portal Romance & Erotica
Falling For Darkness
Delicious and deadly
Corroded with craving
Each illustrious lie
Renders morality fading.

Drowning in desire,
I dream of your plague.
You're revoking affection
To teach me to beg.

The Devil incarnate
This love a taboo
I'm selling my soul
Crawling back to you...
#romance  #horror  #poetry  #darknessfalling 
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God's Little Princess Part 4

A couple of days have passed by since Gabriel, the archangel and older sister of Lucifer, made herself comfortable at the Gravely residence and inside the town of Brimstone. She partook in much of the family's usual activities such as shopping with the girls, wrestling with her unwilling brother, and even joined them during karaoke night at the local bar Dante's Inferno. She found herself enjoying the company of her new human family and the company of her fallen brother. Lu didn't want to admit it but he too was starting to warm up to his sister's presence after a long millennia of not seeing or speaking to each other. To him is was nice to have a sister in his life, despite her having a little too much fun with some alcoholic beverages. 

What Gabi really enjoyed the most on earth was spending time with her new nieces. She could see why her other brother Mike liked them so much. They each reminded her of herself when she was young once. Together they hung out at the local arcade, explored the small shops in the mall, and even checked out a movie. Now the three of them are roaming the clean sidewalks and are off to their next destination. Both Rosemary and Regan asked plenty of questions for their wild aunt, to which Aunt Gabriel was more than happy to answer.

"What was your girlfriend like?" Asked Regan, only to be nudged by her older sister as a warning.

"Hey no worries. It's cool to ask." Gabi assured her new nieces. "She was pretty great. She was into meditation and anime. Heck, her and I spent the best few hundred years together. Actually I'm kinda surprised that you two haven't asked why I like girls to begin with."

"Why? It's nothing new to us or anything." Rosemary said. "Our mom's coworker is married to a man, and their daughter is a friend of mine."

"And our mommy told us to be kind and respectful to how everybody lives their lives." Regan added. 

"Kind and respectful? I like that policy." Gabi beamed with a grin. "And besides, I figured that there's more crazy, religious zealots burning in the lake of fire than there are gay people."

"Our mom said that too." Rosemary chuckled. "Okay, I got a question for you. So if Mike is the captain of the guard, what do you do?"

"I'm kinda like a private investigator. Weird, cosmic stuff happens and the Council sends me to check it out. Sometimes I get to beat up bad guys and rescue the damsel-in-distress too. Keep them coming. I like answering your questions."

"How come you don't like demons?" Regan asked.

"More personnel stuff, huh? Alright, think of angels and demons like the Jedi and Sith from Star Wars. One represents the light, the other the dark. Angels are meant to protect the innocent while demons are meant to corrupt them. Demons are also violent, selfish, and live off sin. I mean seriously, is there such thing as a nice demon?"

"Lilith is nice." Regan spoke up.

"Yeah, and so's our friend Dominic." Rosie also added.

"Scrugs is nice too. Legion is a little scary but he's nice too."

"Some of Lu's workers are actually pretty nice once you get to know them. Balthazar, Ghuul, and Moloch are cool. Even Lu can be nice. Do you think he's anything like the demons you described?"

Gabi fell silent with her smile fading from her face. She remembered how well she and her brother got along, before his eventual fall. His fall from grace, his betrayal hurt their family severely, especially her and Michael.

"Are you okay, Gabi?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." The archangel assured them, snapping out of her moment of depression and back into her upbeat attitude. "Hey, I got a question for everyone. Anyone hungry?"

Both Rosemary and Regan nodded and followed their aunt into a building that was all to familiar to them. Gabi held open the door and the girls walked inside the popular tavern Dante's Inferno.

"So why were you and your girlfriend fighting?"

"I don't know. She mentioned something about a drinking problem. Can you believe that?"

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God's Little Princess Part 4
A couple of days have passed by since Gabriel, the archangel and older sister of Lucifer, made herself comfortable at the Gravely residence and inside the town of Brimstone. She partook in much of the family's usual activities such as shopping with the girls, wrestling with her unwilling brother, and even joined them during karaoke night at the local bar Dante's Inferno. She found herself enjoying the company of her new human family and the company of her fallen brother. Lu didn't want to admit it but he too was starting to warm up to his sister's presence after a long millennia of not seeing or speaking to each other. To him is was nice to have a sister in his life, despite her having a little too much fun with some alcoholic beverages. 

What Gabi really enjoyed the most on earth was spending time with her new nieces. She could see why her other brother Mike liked them so much. They each reminded her of herself when she was young once. Together they hung out at the local arcade, explored the small shops in the mall, and even checked out a movie. Now the three of them are roaming the clean sidewalks and are off to their next destination. Both Rosemary and Regan asked plenty of questions for their wild aunt, to which Aunt Gabriel was more than happy to answer.

"What was your girlfriend like?" Asked Regan, only to be nudged by her older sister as a warning.

"Hey no worries. It's cool to ask." Gabi assured her new nieces. "She was pretty great. She was into meditation and anime. Heck, her and I spent the best few hundred years together. Actually I'm kinda surprised that you two haven't asked why I like girls to begin with."

"Why? It's nothing new to us or anything." Rosemary said. "Our mom's coworker is married to a man, and their daughter is a friend of mine."

"And our mommy told us to be kind and respectful to how everybody lives their lives." Regan added. 

"Kind and respectful? I like that policy." Gabi beamed with a grin. "And besides, I figured that there's more crazy, religious zealots burning in the lake of fire than there are gay people."

"Our mom said that too." Rosemary chuckled. "Okay, I got a question for you. So if Mike is the captain of the guard, what do you do?"

"I'm kinda like a private investigator. Weird, cosmic stuff happens and the Council sends me to check it out. Sometimes I get to beat up bad guys and rescue the damsel-in-distress too. Keep them coming. I like answering your questions."

"How come you don't like demons?" Regan asked.

"More personnel stuff, huh? Alright, think of angels and demons like the Jedi and Sith from Star Wars. One represents the light, the other the dark. Angels are meant to protect the innocent while demons are meant to corrupt them. Demons are also violent, selfish, and live off sin. I mean seriously, is there such thing as a nice demon?"

"Lilith is nice." Regan spoke up.

"Yeah, and so's our friend Dominic." Rosie also added.

"Scrugs is nice too. Legion is a little scary but he's nice too."

"Some of Lu's workers are actually pretty nice once you get to know them. Balthazar, Ghuul, and Moloch are cool. Even Lu can be nice. Do you think he's anything like the demons you described?"

Gabi fell silent with her smile fading from her face. She remembered how well she and her brother got along, before his eventual fall. His fall from grace, his betrayal hurt their family severely, especially her and Michael.

"Are you okay, Gabi?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." The archangel assured them, snapping out of her moment of depression and back into her upbeat attitude. "Hey, I got a question for everyone. Anyone hungry?"

Both Rosemary and Regan nodded and followed their aunt into a building that was all to familiar to them. Gabi held open the door and the girls walked inside the popular tavern Dante's Inferno.

"So why were you and your girlfriend fighting?"

"I don't know. She mentioned something about a drinking problem. Can you believe that?"
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