Last Wed I came home last wed, To find a corpse in my bed. Twas not alarmed that he was dead, But that he'd lost his head. I was staring in "aw" For I stepped upon his jaw. I moved to find a piece of glass, Lodged deep inside his ass. The floor, dark like mud When I stepped I slipped on his blood. I looked to my left to find eyes beneath my bed, I was dragged under, For I too, was now dead.

Snow Chapter 1 Let me tell you a short story, a story that revolves around a young prince. He was not very happy... he was often alone with his thoughts. Every night he would wander about the forest in hopes to find a Peace of Mind.. Or a companion for that matter. Animal or person, he didn't care.. He just didn't want to be alone. The prince had a specific spot, under an old oak tree, that he would sit and write. He write #poems and stories of one day meeting a woman who would change his #life. One Autumn evening he walked into the forest, to his usual spot then stopped. Something wasn't right... There was a young woman siting under his tree, or so he thought. He let out a long sigh and walked over and stared at her, the young woman did nothing but glance up at him. The prince did not enjoy this, this was the one spot he found a perfect air flow. It was neither too hot nor cold, he found it perfect and there was someone there. Determined to reclaim his spot, he crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "What?" The young woman glanced at him again. "You're in my spot..." He replied, hopeful. "I don't see your name on it~" The girl paused and glanced around then smirked at him. The boy sighed and rolled his eyes. "This is my spot.. I sketch and write and just think.. Right here.." He tried to explain to her the importance of his "special spot". "There are trees everywhere.." She gestured, "Why does it have to be this exact spot?" She closed her eyes and relaxed with no intent of moving. The boy rubbed his temples. "Why can't you just move?" He huffed. "Why can't you find a different tree to sit under?" She smirked, finding amusement in the boy's frustration. "Fine.." The boy sighed and rubbed his face. After glaring at her for a moment, he turned and walked over to a somewhat distorted tree. Before sitting, he stopped and examined the tree. 'Interesting..' He thought to himself 'It looks kinda like... A hand..' He tilted his head, trying to figure out what the tree resembled most. "What are you doing?" The girl had somehow walked over completely silent and stood behind him. "Gah!" He whipped around, "What the-- When did you..." The boy shook his had and waved it off. "You know what.. I don't care." "Aw. You're funny.. Talking to yourself and staring at trees.." She giggled. "Yeah. Yeah.." He turned and sat down. Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up. "What?" "Whatcha doing?" She smiled and kneeled in front of him. "Uh.. Going to sketch and write something.." He watched her for a moment then opened his sketchbook. Intrigued, she sat and watched him. The boy glanced up, "Can I help you?" The girl put out her arm and grinned. "I'm Snow~ " she giggled softly. Slight confused, the boy responded in a low voice. "Pierce.." He slowly extended his and shook her hand.

Vampire's Kiss Let me touch you, Sink my teeth deeper. I want to taste your blood, I want to hear your heart beat and taste your fear. I will fill your body with bliss; just a simple, Vampire's Kiss. Allow my hands to guide your body, your mind, your soul.. I wish to hear your delicate breath and soft moans fill the room.

Screams Let the sounds of screams Creep in your deepest dreams May the#moonlight shine through, 'Cause a nightmare entirely new. Speak to the devil, let him hold your hand Or come with me, to a world unplanned.

Moon Rise Chapter I The Separation The Maddisons were a happy, healthy and loving family. They didn't have a lot, just each other and that was more than enough for each other. Denzel, the oldest of two brothers was sitting in the living room, on the tv was the news. Denzel, of course, could care less about the weather and what was happening.. As usual, he blocked it out... This event, this one decision... Would haunt him forever. Iris, the youngest, ran down the stairs and knows onto the couch, "Denzel!" The young boy, excited to see his brother, spoke loudly. "Yes?" Denzel, absorbed in his phone, absently responded. Iris made a face and watched his brother of a moment then spoke, "Let's go outside~" he glanced at the tv and made another face. "Ew. News." Denzel laughed a bit, put his phone away and turned to his brother, "Going outside sounds gre--" he tilted his head, noticing Iris was staring at the tv. "Iris..." Iris, remaining motionless, had become paranoid. He quickly turned to Denzel. "A freak earthquake? A freak earthquake!? Do those even exist?!" All this talk was causing Iris to hyperventilate. Denzel quickly turned Iris to face himself, "Hey.. Looks at me.. Calm down.. Okay?" He stared into Iris' eyes, waiting for a response. Iris slowly looked at Denzel, "Th-That's... Near where we live.." Iris' eyes started to water, the fear in his eyes saddened Denzel. "Hey.. Iris... Look at me," Denzel paused, "You're going to be okay... Even if the earthquake effects us... I won't let anything happen to you.. I promise." He wiped Iris' eyes and smiled. "You mean that?" Iris' voice shook a bit. Denzel looked at him, his voice softened "Have I ever let you down before?" Iris shook his head then looks at Denzel "N-No.." Denzel flashed a confident smile to make Iris feel better... To be honest he was terrified. He didn't really know if the earthquake would affect them... If anything would happen to them. Iris was all he had, what would he do if something were to happen to him..? Just the thought put a lump in Denzel's throat, he took a breath and stood up. "Hey.. Let's go to bed.. It's pretty late.." After a moment, he looked around "Iris!" "I'm upstairs!" Iris called out from his bedroom. Denzel stood and jogged upstairs and into Iris' room. "What time is it?" Denzel asked, glancing around Iris' untidy room. "Uh. 9:45 p.m" Iris blankly glanced at the clock and responded. He was completely absorbed in his manga. "You and your manga, " Denzel chuckled, "It's like you're in a totally different world.." Iris, obviously not paying attention to Denzel, did not respond. "Could you leave.. I'm in the middle of this-- Gah!" Before Iris could finish his sentence, Denzel had pounced on him. "RAWR!" Denzel started tickling Iris, laughing in an "evil" way. Iris tried holding in his laughing, that plan failed.. The laughter burst out of him, in an attempt to block Denzel, Iris curled up into a ball. Iris and Denzel had fallen asleep curled up together, as they do most nights. Iris blinked his eyes open and looked at the clock, "Midnight.." He whispered to himself.. Iris went to lie down when his stomach suddenly growled. "Damn. You have timing..." Iris slowly sat up and looked at his sleeping brother. "I love you.." He whispered then stood and went downstairs in an attempt to find something soothing to his picky stomach. . . . Denzel was woken when the bed suddenly shook. It was no ordinary shaking, it was massive, and violent. The vibration was strong enough to knock him out of bed. In a panic, Denzel looked around for his brother. "Iris!!" He tried to stand but was quickly knocked down and into the book shelf. Denzel quickly grabbed onto the wall, "Iris!! Where are you?!" With one final blow, all Denzel could hear was glass shattering, hissing of wires then sudden silence... The shaking had finally stopped.. When Denzel finally recovered his balance, he ran around the second floor, "Iris! Iris!!" The panic he felt started to like up, Denzel started to choke on his words, "Wh-Where are.... You!?" Deciding his brother was not on the same floor, Denzel jogged down stairs and searched all around. Just when he had given up he heard a cough coming from the living room. Denzel's eyes shot open, he booked into the room then froze. His eyes widened. He walked over and kneeled beside his brother.. "D-Denzel..?" Iris coughed again, "I... I can't feel my legs..." Denzel looked at shattered windows and the glass shards all along Iris' legs, Denzel slipped one of his arms under his brother neck and propped him up. Iris' body shook a bit as he slowly turned to look at Denzel. "H-How do you feel?" Denzel forced the words into a sentence. Iris stared for a moment "I... I feel numb... I don't really feel much.." Denzel's visioned started to blur he quickly wiped his eyes with his free hand and looked at Iris, "I'm glad you didn't g-get.. Too hurt.." Denzel smiled. Iris' shaking worsened. "I'm not going... Get better am I..?" Iris stared into his brothers eyes. Denzel's voice shook, "Y-You're going to be... J-Just fine.. Okay?" He swallowed. "I'm going to call the police... And they're going to make you all better.." Iris watched him, "Denzel..." Iris continued to watch him. Denzel slowly looked at him, "Y-Yes?" Iris' voice softened, "I'm... I'm tired..." Denzel nodded. "Go to sleep.. When you.." He paused. "When you wake up... You'll be all better.. You won't be in any pain anymore.." He smiled at Iris. Iris nodded, slowly closed his eyes, then whispered "Denzel" Denzel watched him, "Y-Yes..?" "I love you.." Iris took his last and final breath before going limp. Denzel froze, he couldn't think straight, what was he to do? His best friend, his brother, his whole world was taken from him in a matter of five minutes. His hands shook, he suddenly leans over, resting his forehead on Iris' stomach. "Iris!!!" He cried out, he couldn't stop himself. The tears kept falling. "Iris! Wh-Why did you have to leave me?" His visioned blurred again as his voice lowered. "I'm alone...I'm all alone now..."