#original writer
“I guess we expect a lot indeed that we forget the reality of things, we surf in an imaginary realm of fake expectations until the wave fades away and we end up with nothing or just the memory of that rush that once was.” -Raj, Pip
“Solitude comes to visit me
Solitude loves me.”
- Ephemeral, Pip
“I am the painful verses that snakes sing, I am the oppressed heart sobbing the pain of its loves, my words do not have flavour or but they feed the soul, the soul that understands all the incomprehensible, the corner that echoes rumours of nostalgia. Poetry is the dawn awake at night reciting poems to the darkness so it can dream. Poetry is the life we create in letters and sadness without mouth. I am the soul that is mature and keeps echoes of memories and dreams. I am the one whom death awaits at dawn.”
Train back home
“Love is the dock where my life got jammed.”
- Pip The Boy Who Chases Lost Memories
Here’s a little drabble about being scared of the dark, but it sorta goes another direction that I wasn’t expecting when I first set out to write this? So y'know, that’s fun. Includes my OCs!! There’s some phobia of the dark in this! No spoilers, but uh, yeah- Enjoy :D
Everything was too much.
No one was here. It was night. Darius was safe in his room.
Yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the door. So much so that his eyes had begun to water. The horrible, shifting darkness that slipped through the crack in the door was unbearable. It was creeping towards him. It was coming for him.
Though he was already sitting in the dark, the darkness beyond the door was different. It clearly wasn’t, but.. something in his mind was screaming at them to run. Far away. Jump out the window and hide in the bushes out there. Anywhere would be safer than here.
He felt silly for feeling that way. He was a grown man and a Knight, wasn’t he?
The urge to pull his blanket over his head, squeeze his eyes shut and try to forget that it was there until the sun appeared again was overwhelming.
He slowly began to do just that, but then he heard it. A creak-crack of sorts. He thought it was the floor at first, but that had never creaked before. It was new, after all.
Then Darius realised it was the wall just outside of his room. The thin walls felt like they would break when he even slightly leant on them, but the noise he had heard sounded like someone slumping against it for support. It sounded like the wall almost gave out.
“Hello?”
No. No, why had he called out? If there was something there it would know that he was here. Though it probably already knew, right? That’s why it was coming.
“..Darius?”
His mind overrided all fear in that moment. The man in that hallway was so much more important than his silly phobia. It was almost like it had never existed.
“Marcellus! Oh gods, wait just a moment! I’m on my way!”
Darius tripped out of bed, pulling on trousers and dashing out into the hallway. When his eyes laid upon Marcellus, he was overwhelmed with emotion beyond possible description.
He just sort of stood there, breathing urgent as he tried to figure out what to do.
Marcellus was bleeding. He could see that. So, the first thing he decided to do was to help him into his room and to sit him down on the bed.
Opening his bedside drawer, he pulled out a box of matches and lit one. Lifting it to the lamp on the wall, light flooded the room. It was only then that he realised just how badly his enemy was bleeding.
Sucking in air through his teeth, a strange feeling welled up within him. A burning pressure that made him want to tear apart whoever did this.
“I am not trained in medical care, Marcellus. But I do know someone.”
He hurried to the phone in the hallway, dialling the number quickly.
“Hello, Zach? I need your help. Come to my house. It’s urgent.”
