The Silence.

This is a short story I wrote a little while ago.

The Silence.

It creeps closer to me, the silent dream. In it my eyes are open but I am asleep. I watch hazily as the monster slivers closer, it’s muted cries stirring the sleeping me, It’s dark fur, like prickly thorns move back and forth as it creeps closer. It’s big wide and open mouth a black hole ready to engulf me. The only noticeable thing in it’s mouth is the razor sharp, glass like teeth that glint in the moon light seeping through my open window. The cold air carelessly ruffles my long black hair. My eyes blink but I am still asleep. Is this real? No it’s too hazy too sleepy it’s just a silent movie in my head. The monster inhales a long painful wiff of my skin, my scent. It’s mouth – if that’s what you could call it – grins a sharp grin. It’s claws move towards my face, the yellow nails eek and puss drips in slobbery droplets, it’s claws head towards my ears. It takes hold, swiffly ripping the flappy flesh from my head. I scream but nothing comes out. Pain blinds my wide and terrified eyes. The monster licks the wounds and swallows my ears hole as if they were a delicious treat. It looks pleasantly pleased with itself. It’s hollow white eyes glow with pleasure. It carries on devouring me, next it snaps off my petite nose and chews at my evenly full lips. Savouring the taste of my A negative blood. The pain and despair of it all stops my breath from coming. All I can do now is hope, pray for death or hope that it stops and I live a disfigured corpse of a girl. But it doesn’t stop and I don’t die it goes on for what seems like forever, the pain. Untill theres is nothing left but my terrified eyes and the sound of silence. But yet it still eats away at the nothingness of me. Is it a dream?

I hope you like it I realise that It’s quite dark. Please let me know what you think.

Thanks

Peace and Love

From

Paige

The Whisper In My Head.

This is just a short story, it’s not really a story I’m actually not sure what it is. It was just supposed to be something about mental illness, but I have no idea what it really is anymore haha, decided that for yourself.

The Whisper In My Head.

The whisper in my head knows who it is, it knows what it is, who it wants to be, how its going to get there and so on and so forth. The whisper in my head holds no secrets. I wish I could hear what the whisper has to say, but it is too muffled to understand. The whisper in my head loves it’s keeper, it doesn’t wish to ever understand why it can’t be a louder mumble for it knows that it’s an important whisper. The whisper in my head hates no thought,  It knows just what it knows and it likes to keep it that way. The whisper in my head has a deadly past, its way to becoming a whisper wasn’t pleasant. It took out the lights on many plans and forced its broken friends into my mind. But the whisper in my head is my keeper, it is my friend and loves me no matter what. The whisper in my head is looking out for me, it just wants to keep me under its protection. But the whisper in my head has become a problem, it keeps me prisoner from the other side. The whisper in my head is a liar, its slowly killing my hopes and dreams. For the whisper in my head forces me to say things, things that confuse me and torment my words. Help me from the whisper in my head.

It’s strange I know but I hope you like it anyway. Please let me know what you think.

Thanks.

Peace and Love

From.

Paige.