Posted 06-04-2009 at 11:26 PM byGoth Writer (Welcome to Goth Writer's Blog.)
Updated 06-12-2009 at 04:22 PM byGoth Writer(It's a work in progres...)
THE MAGIC CEILING
The alarm came early in Officer Stan Norris’ shift.
“Code 3 alert. Car 31, proceed to the designated location.”
Code 3 meant someone was intoxicated in public. Stan knew that this could be dangerous because of the arcane abilities of many citizens.
“I read you, headquarters. I’m on my way.”
The engine of Stan’s patrol car growled as he pressed the accelerator to the floor.
See? this even has torn clothing. i would so wear those arm thingies (i wonder if i can make them?)
i made a skirt like this
of course, a little longer because i am embarrassed of my legs... and it faded so the...
What caused these gory repulsive images in my mind? If only I could trap them on paper or expel them some other way. Demonic forms flood my mental view; making it very difficult to function (normally). I can almost smell the blood and taste the carnage. I feel myself going mad! The flesh of my mind is being ripped and torn from its place. My sanity has been *****! It has been oh, so violently taken from me. My mental stability is hardly existent. It is so hard to fight the temptation to rip my own...
The date today is August 14, 2009. I apologize for missing dinner, but something has come up. The Underground Feline Alliance has been called together to discuss urgent matters. I am afraid that our plans of feline supremacy will be delayed. An agent has informed me that the human race has produced a weapon against us. It is called a 'toilet'. Apparently it is a portal that uses a system of pipes that lead to underground bunkers that are going to be used to protect humans against our attacks. We...
I am exhausted. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally weak. This madness is draining. I wish I could sleep myself to oblivion. How many pills will it take? I don’t want help and I don’t want your annoying face spewing “advise” at me. Please; take your “helping hand” someplace else. I just want it all to end. Well most parts of me want it to end, but another sick portion of me enjoys this torment and wishes it to continue. I wonder how much more I can take before I eventually go completely numb....