Christopher has a lot of things to deal with these days. He just added ghosts to the list. |
“Endless Ashes” Written by Sleep Remedy Original ~Prologue~ Once upon a time There were two boys Who were without guilt. However, there was also Their large and terrifying father Whom was filled with guilt. Upon those who were without impurity Rained blows of immeasurable hostility From the one who could not measure his cruelty. Finally, the blows were to much And the one who hated could not see The was infinite crimson pooling on the floor. In haste and secrecy, Once the deed was done, This father full of guilt did what no one would see. In the lake behind the house With the weighting of some rocks He tossed the two boys in and watched them as they sunk. Dead, one boy most surely was But the other not so surely. As the darkness pressed in closely his eyes opened slowly. His heart now filled with malice His eyes clouded with hate He could see no other option but to terminate that which he hated. Dragging a useless limb and carrying a rock He approached his pompous father Without a single knock. Advancing extremely silently Raising the weapon high He brought it down with authority. The father fell flat on his Parisian carpet But his son followed closely The water had been sitting very heavy in his lungs. Finding what had happened and realizing what had been done The grandmother quickly thought up A way to stop it all from coming undone. Mixing up fine concrete Using plaster as a mold Encased in eternal stone the tired son did go. When the muck clogged up his airways And breathing was far harder then He struggled all he was worth, but no quarter was given him. While her grandson strangled, The grandmother feigned tears No one would ever see the shame laying here. -Archives of the All-Seeing Eye- -October 25, 1666- October 25, 2006 Wednesday, Nightmare Christopher Schlatten- What a strange nightmare I had tonight. Very frightening, indeed. I dreamed that I had killed someone. That I had killed my father, of all people. Then, I had passed out. When I woke up, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I couldn't even open my eyes! I was terrified and it felt like my head was going to explode from the pressure. It was horrible. And now, I have a headache. I already hate today. Quote of the Day: Wisdom always chooses black eyes and bruises Over the heartache that never completely goes away. * * * -Authoress Note: Okay, the storyline has been outlined. I fairly like the opening. I know that the format is really screwy, but that's because everything is all scrunched together. The next chapter should make more sense. Oh, and don't even try to complain about the opening poem, I don't even give a crap. It's really bad, but I just didn't want to have to write in a really cryptic fashion, just to keep the finer details of the murders in the shadows. Much love, Sleepy- |