Half the world is settling down
And the other half is waking up.
When the moon has yet to rise
And the sun has already fallen
I leave the house and walk
And watch the stars come out at night.
I’ve come to prefer their soft glow
Over the blue sky and daylight.
The darkness is helpful
Blinding me to most everything
So I can remember this feeling
Of comfort in what I can’t see.
The silence is overpowering
As it quickly sinks in.
So I begin to sing quietly
Not just for myself
But the invisible as well.
I can feel the calming presence
Sweet and assuring
One, two, threeI think of your eyes
My heart beats once.
I think of your smile
My heart beats twice.
I remember your laugh
My heart beats three times.
Then before I know it
My eyes soften
I smile myself
And I laugh along too.
Today is suddenly brighter
All because I thought of you.
The Source of Fear (Slenderman Fanfic) - Chapter 1Newly fallen leaves lay on the muddy ground. There was no wind to disturb them, so they stayed dormant for the time being. The sodden bark of the trees peeled slightly from yesterday’s rain, revealing the shiny light-colored wood beneath. A light mist hung in the air while the warm, smoky scent of a distant fireplace tainted it. And the cold of early autumn kept the birds and other wildlife tucked in their nests, quiet and calm. Everything seemed so peaceful. But…I know…the world is still a cruel place.
On account of the events that took place earlier this year, about mid spring, I now live in a big house, alone at seventeen. I shouldn’t have needed to worry about living on my own for another full year, but that decision was stolen from me by the man I used to call ‘Dad’. He didn’t kick me out, oh no, that’s something I actually would have preferred over what he really did. A little thing the police like to call a
Gillan chpt. 3A heavy object fell on the captain’s head, tightly jamming the helmet he wore and causing enough of a jolt to bring him out of his unconscious state. Though he couldn’t see clearly, he fought to get out from what he guessed to be between the control board and equipment that had fallen on top of him in the crash. Unsuccessful and worn out hardly a few seconds later, he just lay where he was and glanced around with what little visibility was available to him. The ship was almost entirely upside down and buried in the ground. Containers, tools, and shreds of metal and glass were everywhere and sparks flew from controls and broken lights. Burned and melted beyond most, if not all recognition, it was a mess beyond repair.
In a second effort to free himself Gillan dug his claws into what used to be the ceiling and used his feet for leverage to push a six hundred pound container out of the away. Curses!