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Meet me in the Dragons Den 1-3 by morbis, literature

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Meet me in the Dragons Den 1-3

Meet Me In The Dragons Den (Elaboration) By Autumn Simons Chapter 1 They could hear the Decues, coming quickly from every direction. Decues are nasty things that look very much as of chunks of swamp muck have come alive, looking for fresh blood. They have bits of decaying plant mater hanging from them, and slimy ooze dripping off their uneven limbs. And the smell! It was as if pigs had been left to die in the sun for over a week. Even the strongest of stomachs crumbled under that stench. By the confused melody of pounding feet, excited yells, and scraping metal of weapons drawn, there had to be hundreds of them. They were clearly ou

dear mother dear father by morbis, literature

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Here I am once again by morbis, literature

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Here I am once again

Here I am once again Were I once began In the place that caused me pain Eating me away in side With the darkness coming closer And the numbness taking over I sit here knowing that it's true What I want I cannot have Looking blindly at the truth Pretending that I am aloof But sitting here with blood-shot eyes Trying to make it go away Standing here in this big crowd I'm screaming silently out loud Waiting for it to go away Wishing it would stop As I look up at the stars I recollect my old mars Then lay my self down to rest So the wounds may fester Slashing deep within my mind But darkness is all that they will find Withou

Midnight Hunt by morbis, literature

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Midnight Hunt

With Sharpened blades upon the wall The hunt is soon to start So chose your wepon with much care And heed the warning that lie there And with the moon upon our backs We set off in to the deepest black The shadows have been growing thick But just enough to mask our sins For when the demons play their games The fires will burn cold again In the darkness the children laugh And know not what the knowlege brings And though the time has come once more To put away the morbid things And abondon mere amusment The hunt will come again you'll see Its time to clean the abattoir The blood has crusted over Yet once again the time will com

With Blood Stained Hands by morbis, literature

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With Blood Stained Hands

In the darkness it does wait In the darkness it dose wait Sitting there to test your fate With large dark eyes it watches you Plotting morbid things to do Wishing now for you to die While it hides from you its lie With blood stained hands it embrase you Of its thougths you have no clue Of its wounds that it has delt None of which you have felt Bleeding slowing you waste away Though the staines are here to stay With blood stained hands it pats your back And of its love there is a lack With blood stained hands it stragles you Out of nothing beter to do

Welcome To My Nightmare by morbis, literature

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Welcome To My Nightmare

Welcome to the land of mother goose Where the Goblins, they run lose And the Demons come to play To where the children run away Welcome now unto my dreams Where the night is pierced by screams And the darkness consumes it all To where the hatered come to call Welcome once more in to this land Where is home to the severed hand And with cold blood the rivers run To where its all in morbic fun Welcome to my deepest fears Where from the darkness evil peers And the Demons come to play To where the children run away.

Devoid Viens by morbis, literature

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Devoid Viens

With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand I sit here and wait For the lights to go out And the night to awake With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand I take a deep breath To confert my soul And ready my self With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand I test the sharpness And tighten my grip With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand I place the cold metal Upon my warm skin With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand The words of a friend Run through my head With tears in my eyes And blade in my hand I hang my head sadly And curse him under my breath With tears in my eyes And pain in my heart I give up my hope

Living Color by morbis, literature

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Living Color

Sitting here with eyes wide open Clearly seeing all around All the colors flood my mind Seeing them for the first time The brightness of the colored people Mirrored deep with in my eyes All the color fills my thoughts Speaking lighly once again Sitting here with eyes wide open All the color comes alive Sitting here with eyes wide open My stomach starts to churn Wishing it would go away Unable yet to believe Hateing that of which makes me happy Wanting it to go away All the color burns my eyes Stabbing deep with in my mind Haunting all my presures dreams Ignoring all my silenced screams.

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The Truncated Child by arlianparish, literature

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The Truncated Child

She lay there, dying Her body cold and bloody That dark and lonely alley seemed to close And she remembered... In the park, the sun shone brightly Her daddy twirled her and they laughed Then, the man That terrible, dark man He stood hehind her daddy They stepped away and spoke Of what, she could not hear But then her daddy fled And then, the man gave chase They went into an alley And she followed, so afraid... She found her daddy alone and lying down, His body soaked in blood. She ran to him, Lay over him and wept But then, that feeling That horrible feeling It crept over her and she turned As she turned, she saw the ma

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Current Residence: a state of mind
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Goth
Favourite photographer: blink
Favourite style of art: moo
Operating System: ahh that would require knowing something about computers, I just do things on them
MP3 player of choice: again I have no Idea
Shell of choice: the ones Sally Sells by the sea shore
Wallpaper of choice: any one that does not have happy dancing smilly flowers on it
Skin of choice: blink are you asking me if i like black or white? I dont choise ppl by thier skin color
Favourite cartoon character: Happy Noodle Boy!! Woot!
Personal Quote: "PixyStix are not for smelling, except the blue ones, they are ok. ^-^"

Favourite Visual Artist

Shrug

Favourite Movies

The Others, The Ring and Nightmare Before Christmass

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

AFI Cold Korn

Favourite Writers

that one person who wrote that one thing about the person who did that one thing

Favourite Games

poking things with sharp things

Favourite Gaming Platform

black?

Tools of the Trade

sharp pointy things

Other Interests

writing, reading, and just hanging out

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morbis

Nov 5, 2006

life

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well, its been a long time since i wrote in this thing.  i'm not really sure what to say, though i have a feeling only myself is going to read it.  it looks as if none of my friends are on this any more.  so yeah.  i'm joining the air force soon, in just over a month i will be on my way to basic.....now i'm thinking, what the hell was i thinking when i signed up.....lol.....i know i will enjoy it, after i'm done being called a magot and all that bullnish.  lol.....i'm also very close to getting my nolve published.  maybe i'll put a few chapters on here to see what ppl think.  i dont know lol......well i guess thats all......ummm...yeah

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morbis

Jul 10, 2004

runt died today

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one of my birds died today.  I'm not sure quite why.  I held it during its last moments.  It was so hard, just sitting there, while it died in my hands.  There was nothing i could do to help it.  I have never felt so helpless before in my intire life.  I'm going to miss Runt, she was by far my favoit.  There are still 2 left and they are doing unblevablely well.  Lucky and Loner.  They should start to fly soon and then i get to let them out in to the world.  

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morbis

Jul 9, 2004

missing my baby

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i am really missing my timmy right now.  I wish he would come back from camping soon. sigh.  this next week is going to be the hardest week of my life with tim.  I didnt think i would be able to love a man like i do him.  sigh. i wish he would come back.  but i know he wount for a while.  but when he dose i am going to be so happy, i dought that i will stop hugging him for the longest time.  sigh i really do miss my baby