In the bustling metropolis,
Where dreams and nightmares collide,
A symphony of chaos,
Where life flows with the tide.
Skyscrapers pierce the clouds,
Their shadows dance on the street.
Cars honk and buses rumble,
A cacophony of urban beat.
People rush from place to place,
Faces etched with determination.
The city never sleeps,
Its energy in constant motion.
Amidst the chaos, beauty blooms,
In unexpected corners and hidden gems.
A street artist paints a masterpiece,
A child laughs as a pigeon lands on his head.
The chaotic urban landscape,
A melting pot of cultures and dreams.
Where the ordinary and extraordinary coexist,
And life is lived in between.
So let us embrace the urban chaos,
And find beauty in the unexpected.
For in this vibrant tapestry,
Our stories are woven and connected.
Tag: horror
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Chaotic Urban
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Nocturnal Strife
In the dead of night, a young boy takes flight, A vampiric visage, a sinister sight. When the world’s asleep, and darkness reigns, He haunts the streets, igniting his pains.
His parents’ slumber, a veil to his crime, Their child transformed, a creature of time. A thirst for chaos, a hunger profound, In the cover of night, his victims are found.
At clubs and parties, where merriment chimes, He slashes and carves, in the name of his crimes. A twisted desire, a heart turned to coal, Leaving behind a trail of horror untold.
But within his soul, a conflict doth brew, Between light and darkness, the false and the true. A vampire slasher, a creature of strife, Trapped in the chaos of his double-edged life.
And like Peter Tosh, the rebel of old, A story untold, a truth to be bold. A struggle within, a fight to be free, From the darkness that binds, and the path he can’t see.
For the vampire slasher, in shadows he roams, A young boy lost in his twisted psychone. But redemption’s embrace, a glimmer of hope, May guide him back to the light on his scope.
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The Faceless Fear
The darkness creeps, the shadows loom,
A fear so deep, like impending doom.
No face to see, no eyes to meet,
Just icy grip and pounding beat.Paralyzed with dread, can’t move a limb,
Heart pounds so hard, it’s deafening.
The faceless fear, the unknown fright,
Grips you tight, all through the night.
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Echoes of Fear
Echoes of Fear
In darkness, whispers stir the night,
Echoes of fear, a chilling sight,
The unknown looms, a haunting dread,
Shrouded figures, fill with dread,
Cold fingers grip, a heart beats fast,
Echoes of fear, forever last.
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Shadows Lurking
Shadows Lurking
In the darkness, shadows creep
A chilling presence, you cannot sleep
Their eyes aglow, a haunting stare
You feel their presence everywhereWhispers echo through the halls
The sound of footsteps, someone calls
Lock your doors and turn out the light
Shadows lurking in the dead of night
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Bloodcurdling Visions
Bloodcurdling Visions
Screams pierce the silence of the night,
Visions of horror, a ghastly sight,
Bloodcurdling fear grips the heart,
Terror reigns, tearing apart,
Nightmares haunt, sleepless nights,
Bloodcurdling visions, chilling sights.
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Whispering Terrors
Whispering Terrors
Whispers in the night, I hear them loud and clear
Terrors in my mind, they fill me up with fear
Shadows dancing in the dark, their movements undefined
Haunting my every thought, I cannot leave them behindMy heart is racing fast, my breaths are shallow and quick
I close my eyes and pray that it’s just a twisted trick
But when I open them again, the terror still persists
Whispering terrors, haunting me like a ghostly mist
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The Phantom’s Call
The Phantom’s Call
Echoes through the halls, a haunting voice calls,
Beckoning me towards the unseen, unknown,
Shadows dance, and fear grips me in thralls,
My feet frozen in place, I’m all alone,
The phantom’s call, relentless and enthralled,
A ghostly presence, chilling to the bone.
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The Unseen Menace
The Unseen Menace
In the shadows they hide,
A horror that chills from inside,
With each step, they draw near,
And whispers fill the air with fear,
The unseen menace, lurking and sly,
Waiting for its chance to terrify.
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The Dark Within
The Dark Within
The darkness hides a secret place,
Where horrors lurk without a face,
In shadows deep, they bide their time,
And creep into the light to chime.The fear within will grow and thrive,
As terror reigns and hopes contrive,
To find a way to break the spell,
And banish all that darkness fell.
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Night of Dread
Night of Dread
The moon hides behind the clouds
As I walk through the silent town
Shadows whisper secrets of dread
I hear footsteps but no one’s around
My heart races, my breathing is shallow
I fear what horrors the night may allow.
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The Dark Prophecy #Story
The Dark Prophecy tells a chilling tale of a mysterious prophecy that foretells of a sinister force lurking in the shadows, threatening to consume the world in darkness. As the prophecy unfolds, the characters must find a way to confront and defeat the evil before it is too late. With intense suspense and horror, The Dark Prophecy will leave readers on the edge of their seats until the end.
The Dark Prophecy
The sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving the night sky shrouded in a deep, impenetrable darkness. An oppressive stillness hung in the air, and the chill of the night was soon replaced by a sinister feeling of dread. The shadows seemed to be closing in, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees was like a faint whisper of a warning. The stars in the sky had been extinguished, leaving nothing but a faint glimmer of hope that was quickly fading. I felt a chill run down my spine as I looked around, feeling as though I were being watched by an unseen force. I could almost sense an invisible presence in the darkness, as if something was lurking just beyond my vision, waiting to pounce. I knew something bad was coming, and I could feel the foreboding of a dire fate closing in.
The wind was howling, the trees were shaking, and the sky was darkening. I had a feeling something was wrong. I felt like something was coming; something that was going to change my life forever. I could feel it in my bones, a chill that ran down my spine. I wanted to run, to get away from this feeling, but I couldn’t. I was rooted in place, unable to move. I was filled with dread and fear, but I couldn’t explain why. I was gripped by an unsettling premonition that I couldn’t shake. I felt like something terrible was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it. I stood there, waiting for the inevitable, but I had no idea what it was. Whatever it was, I knew it would be life-changing, and I was terrified.
The sinister mystery begins with a phone call on a dark and stormy night. When a young woman answers the phone, the voice on the other end of the line is that of a stranger, telling her she must solve a mysterious puzzle. She is given clues to help her in her quest, but must also rely on her wits and her knowledge of the world around her to solve the mystery. As she follows the clues, she finds herself in increasingly dangerous and mysterious situations, encountering strange people and unfamiliar places. With each step, she is closer to unraveling the sinister mystery and uncovering the truth behind the puzzle. Along the way, she discovers secrets about her own past and her family’s history that had been kept hidden from her. Finally, she unravels the mystery and solves the puzzle, revealing a shocking truth that changes her life forever.
The world has become a much darker place in recent years. With the rise of authoritarian governments, rising inequality, environmental destruction, and the threat of nuclear war, it is easy to become overwhelmed with despair. Yet, despite the chilly revelations of a dark future, there is still hope. People are standing up to authoritarian governments, challenging inequality, and fighting for a better future. We are seeing the emergence of new forms of activism, such as the wave of protests against climate change, and more people are recognizing the need to take action to protect our planet. As well, more people are recognizing the need to address the underlying causes of inequality, such as poverty, racism, and sexism. We must continue to work together and fight for a better future, one that is based on justice and equality, and one that is sustainable. In the face of these chilling revelations of a dark future, we must remain optimistic, and never forget that we have the power to create a brighter future.
The prophecy has been whispered in secret circles for many years, its messages of doom and destruction kept hidden from the public. It speaks of a dark future for the world, a time where the forces of evil will overrun the land and bring about a new age of terror. It is said that those who are brave enough to uncover the secrets of the prophecy will be rewarded with great power, but the risks are great as the prophecy is filled with powerful forces that seek to keep its secrets hidden. It is a challenge for those brave enough to venture forth and discover the truth behind the prophecy and the consequences of uncovering it. Along the way, they must face unimaginable terrors and challenges, but if they are successful, they will be granted the power to bring about a new and better world.
Terror Lurking in the Shadows is a feeling that has been experienced by many people throughout the world. It is a fear of the unknown that creeps up on us when we are alone in a dark space. The fear of something lurking in the shadows can be so strong that it causes a person to become paralyzed with fear and unable to move. This fear can be so intense that it can cause a person to have an anxiety attack. It can also trigger feelings of panic and a sense of dread. Terror Lurking in the Shadows is something that can be hard to shake when it is experienced. The mind can get stuck in a loop of worry and fear and it can become very difficult to escape from this cycle. It is important to be aware of this fear and take steps to try and overcome it. Taking deep breaths, talking to a friend, or seeking professional help are all ways to help cope with this fear.The night was dark and oppressive, the air thick with anticipation. I could barely contain my anxiousness as I made my way through the old graveyard, stepping cautiously over the tombstones and mausoleums, feeling the chill of the evening air. As I reached the center of the graveyard, I noticed a strange, ethereal light emanating from behind a nearby mausoleum. As I drew closer, I realized the light was coming from within. I pushed open the heavy stone door, and was greeted by a dank and musty smell. I cautiously stepped inside, and the light revealed the skeletal remains of a man slumped against the wall. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized what I was looking at–a person who had been left to die here, alone in the darkness. I felt a deep sadness at the thought of such a tragic fate. As I stood there, I realized that this could be the fate of anyone who ventured out alone into the night, and that an ominous fate awaits us all.
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Lock Your Door
Lock Your Door
As the night falls, darkness looms
Horrors lurk outside, beneath the moon
A creak, a groan, a faint whisper
Unknown dangers, will they slither?Lock your door, and bar the windows tight
For what’s out there, is not of the light
Heart racing, fear gripping, hold on tight
Until the dawn breaks, and brings back the light
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Horror
Horror is
It screams to some
It whispers to others
Have you ever felt her?
Her fingers close around your heart
Darkness is her companion
Has he ever engulfed you in the night?
Their child is fear and she wanders the halls
Do you hear her creeping on your floor?
Death is their son
And he is often just around the door.
These are not my friends
But they have visited before.
They come knocking at the door
But then enter even if one denies them.
Have you seen their pale faces?
Look into the dark
For that is where they usually leave their mark
Before you go to bed
Lift up your head
Are they near you
On the floor
In your door
Crawling under your bed
Or is this all in your head?
Awake from sleep
It was all a dream
But why does that seem
Like things are rearranged
Is someone their?
You can sense the air
Oh do take care!
Horror is there!
Oh, calm down
No need be bound
By some thought
Or imagination
If that is what it was?
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Living In The Horror
Living In The Horror
Life we took for granted
The Sun will rise tomorrow
But now the clouds of darkness has
The world in the threshold of its sorrowEven the addicted, with so many
Attempts of suicide they try
Are clinging to life because they
Really don’t want to dieIt feels like we should all paint with
The lambs blood above our door
So that the death cloud passes over
And swear to sin no moreFor now we face a real pandemic
And life seems to be an uncertainty
And we are a world facing a new
Challenge and a new realityIt is now we must all realize, precious
Yes life is and we must hold on
And instead of taking learn to give
For a day soon we may be goneAs the world is playing out a most
Enormous powerful scene
The scariest one ever anyone has
Witnessed upon its screenFor it seems there is no end to this
Coronavirus as it continues to devourer
And we will all play our parts
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Gore
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
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She’s a witch #Poetry
Candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowersfall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefootedshe’s one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon
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TOILET GHOST POEM
When clocks strike twelve and trainings end
— lurk not, they say, in school at night.
Age–old stories tell of how there’re
things that throng in fluorescent light.
In toilets silence screeches loud,
for when school’s empty, they arise:
Ghosts of pregnant girls lie wailing,
with cleaner–uncle poltergeists.
For now I sit on chilling white,
resounding prayers in my mind;
my heart racing with dire wish
a friend of Casper’s I won’t find —
Then eeeeeeek!
Is that a door creaking?
Perhaps it stemmed from my own mind,
Hinges sing as they fly open!
Thou who entered, oh be my kind!
A thud thud thud as shoes traverse
across the glinting marble floor;
and louder,
louder as they get
much nearer to my sacred door!
THEN SILENCE
or so I wish!
But a loud knock takes my breath away.
The unlatched bolt lies there lazing
HOW’D I FORGET TO LOCK TODAY?
A hand thrusts in so hard and swift,
door’s open ‘fore I can react!
I’m facing now a girl my age,
She bawls at me with little tact —
Eyes bloodshot and tummy bloated,
“YOU DISGUSTING PIG! HOW DARE YE?!”
I dash out of the girls’ toilet
before she tries to castrate me.
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From the Cave’s Mouth.. #Poetry
I heard the ghostly cannons roar
Beyond the world’s edge to the south;
Across the night black sea and shore
It echoed there behind, before,
Into a deep cave’s blackened mouth.One caravan of ghosts displayed
Their ashen forms about the lea.
They shambled there, an odd parade,
Up toward the hillside’s sloping grade
Above that witch cursed haunted sea.Tall harpies, iridescent, cold,
Would circle there around the lake.
Their wings all edged in gleaming gold,
Most stealthily they there patrolled
Those waters and each reedy brake.One sorceress now, whole, entire,
Rose from that fen in gems arrayed.
I marked her wan chest there suspire,
Her huge eyes raged with roaring fire,
As I would tremble sore afraid.Now from that fen, out of the mire,
She rose on wings of burnished brass,
Up, up a pale and glowing gyre,
She rose the quicker, fiercer, higher,
To then alight upon the grass.
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As kids we looked up.. #Poetry
As kids we looked up
lifted our chins
cricked our necks
dreamed of flyingfrom bedroom window
to Hobrow hill
with its antenna of leggy pines
atop its grassy bulge.Time slips across my thoughts
like something in a rush
a sudden snow storm
I turned my back on.In this field
we flew kites.
This gate sang
with a five barred shovefrom the oldest boy
boy who led the way
through fox tunnel
to black burnt stubbleof unshaved ground
a working mans cheek
and all afternoon
you were asleepsaving up for a shift
while we left our shadows
among the creaky pines
and swaying fescue stems.I picture us walking
our shadows merging then parting
until the light darkens
and we’ve walked too far.But the past is a crowded place
where memories congregate
searching for their shadows
as if finding them
would bring you back to life.
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