I run through the city of ghosts
Not knowing where I am
Not knowing who I am
But I do know I must run
For they are chasing me
I here a howl fly through the air
Ghastly screams about me
Livid chills rush up my spine
As a sickly squelch sounds
For they have caught their next victim
Me
-HM
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This is my horrible atempt at a horror poem and I know its not that long but it seemed like a fitting end. I'm sorry that this is turning into a poetry book but its somthing new and I'm kinda having fun expiramenting with it. But I promise that next time I'll write a short story instead. :-) Please comment vote and fan! Thank You :-D
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Imagination Station
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I will write just to practice my writing skills and try different genres. I'm warning you, they will be short. And by short I mean SHORT. From a paragraph to 3 pages in length ( which will happen rarely) I will try...
