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Fear of Madness I seek to dream, to control my mind, yet when I dream I drift along. I begin to question the reality around me, and wonder if my mind's my own. Am I hallucinating, but unable to tell, because the only confirmations are those around me? Are those I speak with real themselves? Am I just dreaming my whole life? I say I feel helpless because I have no control, but in reality, I fear making all the wrong moves. If life is a dream, why doesn't it do what I wish? Or does it exist because I dream pain, and the pain sews the edges of reality together to keep the madman's mask from revealing his face, and like the mask, becomes the new face. I want toFear of Madness by ~Psychlcyan
Ghost story There was a young man who feared the darkness. Every night, he would look in the darkness, and see horrors in every area he couldn't see: behind doors, beyond the window, inside the closet. The beasts he saw would appear no matter what time of day, it was always where he knew the darkest darkness was. Every day got worse, and it mattered not if he was with others or not. One day, he met a friend, one who could see spirits. What she saw wasn't a simple ghost following him. The thing following him only barely looked human; it was made of blackness, and had red eyes. It was never human though, it was a demon. It had been following him for his enGhost story by ~Psychlcyan
Mind I look out, and see the sky, turning grey as the sun sets, sinking into the perfect black waters in the distance. Below my feet is ice, ranging from midnight blues, to pure white, making up the iceberg in the ocean I am drifting in. I stare at the glossy surface of the water, but it is too dark to even reflect my image. What I do see are shapes, the silhouettes of beasts. They never break the perfect still of the surface, but they continue to rise and fall, teasing the imagination with their enormous frames, inciting fear at the glimpses of their fangs and tentacles before drifting back into the darkness, where the light cannot reach them. IMind by ~Psychlcyan
Midnight I wake in the night, the once colorful walls now a dark grey and shadows of the darkest black looking like holes in reality itself. In this monochrome box that is my room, I feel terrified. I can feel something in the gloom, something that moves freely from shadow to shadow, something horrifying. I am unable to see it, but I know it is there, watching me, smiling at my fear. It stops, a few feet short of my bed; I cannot close my eyes, fearing it will attack the second I look away from the darkness. I know not what it is, or what it wants. I only know it is something that makes beasts scurry away in fear, and monsters slink to their burrows.Midnight by ~Psychlcyan
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