Vastelorde Stories

Chapter 1- Deadman walkin "I was sixteen years old when I died" thinks Sid as he walks down the street with dirt falling out of places dirt shouldn't be. "I feel so much sorrow for I know no one anymore. My life is over. All the things I built destroyed in one single day with one bullet. I should of just went to school like my mom said." He stops in front of an old abandoned house. He waits a minute then decides to sleep here for the night. As he sleeps he dreams of how it all began. The zombie thing to truthful. It all started at a high school called "Charles haywood".

A bound collection of my dark and romantic poems that speak to the soul as you can guess. Enjoy. But be prepared to see into my mind when you read this because it mirrors my thoughts. You think of crazy and beautiful stuff when you watch too much anime. This beautiful symphony is for you all so read with ease.

Gone with the wind-1 Shriving in my mid winter parka I pulled the bow back with ease that came from years of practice breathing through my nose and going into a hunting like trance I realized. Five miles away a thud is heard as a doe is struck with the tip of my arrow, silent as a shadow i made my way towards my kill. Arriving at my prize I gut it and throw it in a bag my soft boots padding on the new snow as it falls gently from the sky. Crunch!!! I hear about ten kilometers to my left. I stop my breath halting to a stop. Standing still I pull my bow in a ready position, I hear at least six crunches which means 3 people heavy footed to make such a racket. Before i can pull my bow to attack i fell i slight pain to the right side of my skull. Falling to the floor I lose conscious and fall to a deep sleep. Ugh!!! I moan as I hit my head on what fells like a trunk top, rubbing my head I feel a big gash running from my temple to my lower lip. Putting my ear to the back of the trunk I listened to what sounded like male voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it sounded like they were arguing. The car screeched to a halt making me jerk foward into an even awkwarder position then before.

What would you do to escape the infinite loneliness of hell? Would you make a deal with the devil himself? Would you give into madness itself to be corrupted by its influence? Well Drake gave into this life of hell for a much brighter future on the surface. One more shine of light would be heaven for Drake who was condemned to hell for his sins as a living being. Now he has awakened to realize his true purpose in the world. To be the messagener of hell, the beckoner of chaos to the good to be set free of internal damnation. He will bring down the very core of good itself. Heaven will fall before the claws of Drake Underwood with a loud demonic roar of joy.