tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89884324282198703652012-03-06T09:51:57.404ZGothica, horror, fairy tales, fables, stories and Novels.Christian Zajdekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04496198862046274953noreply@blogger.comBlogger1491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988432428219870365.post-54543082645400890722011-02-05T17:26:00.002Z2011-02-05T17:44:18.491Z

Finally, I finished and sent off the letter I had been writing my mother. It felt amazing when I finished due to all the stress writing it caused, but it felt absolutely nauseating when I posted it. I lingered for an age at the post box till I found the strength to part with the letter. The thought that I may not have written the right thing now haunts me, and I probably will not find peace till

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When I looked in the broken bathroom mirror this morning, I was taken aback slightly by how ill I appeared. My work colleagues have not commented on the matter. Really I should change my lifestyle if that is what the effects are, after all, it is better to look good than it is to feel good. Recently, I have been drinking less and have been more stable. It is not just due to my activities after

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In a stark contrast to how I had felt while in my unwelcome mental state, I was eager to get back to college. I was itching to have the conversations that I quite simply cannot have with others in my life. Understandably, I felt the need to tell as many people as I could about my bloody encounter, however few were willing to believe me. I would have had blood coated clothes to back up my story,

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Owing to the amount of time Johnson had spent combing over the words of the diary, he felt comfortable making speculations he was not at liberty to. Many of which mildly angered the journalist for some unknown reason. To avert the more personal and slightly cutting questions that followed, Johnson asked some of his own questions. He was mainly interested in how she had information that she should

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After almost a week having had passed, Johnson was not even half way through his assignment, and he developed an unhealthy mind as a result. This was exacerbated by how he lacked confidants, which he could turn to for escapism. His state of mind was not the only reason he had want to escape, for the cockroach infestation in his flat had worsened. Because of which, the place was kept clinically

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While surrounded by so many beautiful and youthful people, it was only a matter of time before I started to long to sample what flowed in their veins. I know that it is wrong, but it is just so divine. There were so very many that took my fancy, but as I knew I would only set myself up for disappointment if I were to lust for a select few, I settled for looking for an easy target. Frustratingly,

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I had yet another full night sleep, but it was not what I wanted for I had some work to catch up on. Gin, which was only taken in the hope of exorcizing my procrastination, was to blame. Once awake, it did not take me long to find evidence that the previous night had been an eventful one. Each of my knuckles on my right hand were split open, and every one of my mirrors and various other things,

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I feel that I have grown already, at least to some degree, due to having attended the therapy sessions. It is deathly frustrating though, knowing that the change I want for will take time to materialise. I envy those from a future existence where there is a pill for every affliction. Although, the journey is almost always more valuable than the end result. Christopher is very accommodating, I do

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A glisten of light drew my attention to a subtle silhouette down the lane. As I slowly made my way forward, a broken security light came on and lit up what was before me with a dull flickering. I saw two figures interlocked. They could have simply been a couple looking for some privacy, but something did not seem quite right. When I again saw the glisten of light that caught my attention, I found

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I was entranced, for though I am reluctant to let it be known, I have longed to find someone I could honestly relate to. My night thus then consisted of trying to make an apt introduction. Eventually, I approached the girl when she was sitting on her own at the bar on the second floor. Judging by her reaction, she did not recognise me as I had recognised her. We slowly but surely fumbled our way

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I spent ages getting ready to go out, not because I am vain, because I am not. The friction burns around my neck, were merely proving difficult to cover up. If those that hang around me knew that I tried to commit suicide, I would be mocked for weeks. I had a polo neck shirt, but it made me look like a French poet, and no one wants that. So I went and brought a silk scarf. Admittedly, it makes me

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Never shall I forget yesterday, even if I develop Alzheimer's and forget almost everything else. My state of mind is so far removed from what it was a sun set ago, no longer do I feel the need to write this journal, at least not in the way that was originally intended. I have broken free from the crippled defective shell of a person that I once was and have been reborn, so to speak, into what I

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There must scarcely be a person in London that has not heard of the character who is being popularly referred to as the Kiss Cutter. Many see him as harmless, and it is easy, to see him as simply being an urban oddity. However, those that have themselves, or know someone that has, experienced one of his perverse attacks, know well that there is harm had. The resultant trauma of an attack, the

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The first person that moved me, was a slender girl in her mid twenties. She had parted ways with a friend a way away, so was ready for the taking. As I made way toward her, I could not help but think that there were onlooking eyes that knew well my intentions. After I managed to get a better look at her, I felt sure that if we were to have met under normal circumstances, I could have got her to

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For too long the drudgery of life has been depleting me, both physically and spiritually, but finally, after much searching I think I have finally found a way for that to change. It seems somewhat hard to believe that I had ignored what I believe to be my true nature for so long. I feel I have just lived the first day of the rest of my life. As I write this I still remain intoxicated by the

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I went to group therapy today. Ms. Cotton suggested, or rather, instructed me to go. It was not quite as bad as I had thought it would be, but then it was not really a proper session, it was barely even an introduction. There were fifteen of us in total, many of the others were social wrecks. So, for one of the few times in my life, I felt as though I was, or at least not far off from being, the

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I arrived some forty minutes late, dishevelled and surprised to find eyes on me. My expectation of the persons being pitiful individuals, turned out wrong. I made apologies for being tardy and then spent some time getting acquainted with the depleted group. After assurances that I would be punctual for the next meeting, I gave advice on how to best make use of our time together, and then we went

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I was annoyed that my carefully crafted morning routine had been grossly altered. I got up at the usual time, then after getting things together, showering and shaving, I was left with some four hours to kill. The window of time was so restraining that I did not get much of anything done. I merely shifted from one half finished act to another. More than once I eyed an unopened bottle of gin, but

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I was left lying bruised and near crippled. I should have gone to accident and emergency, or at least reported the incident, but I could not bear the human contact involved. I simply wished to be home alone in my room. I wanted to avoid judgmental eyes, so I struggled and endured the walk back to my flat.Like everyone in the modern world, I abhor waiting. I tried various quick fixes to get rid of

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I have found myself with a need to write a journal, of sorts, for the first time in five years, and it shames me. Last night started out as any other in prelude to the weekend. I made way to some nightclub or other, headlined by some DJ or other, and sort the pleasurable company of someone or other. My night died a little after I invested a fair amount of time in this one girl and got nowhere.

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My colleagues and I had been informed about a month ago that we were to be doing some pro bono publico work in the local area. I was obviously overwhelmed with excitement. What is the point in having to listen and analyse the problems of others without the prospect of receiving money. Money buys gin and similar sins. However, I will welcome the different clientele. I am so very bored of the rich

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I did not have much hope for the day ahead when it dawned, but I have not really had all that much hope for any of my days recently. I was still considerably drunk from the night before, but was confident that I could mask it with eye drops and mental discipline. I think I actually got some sleep last night, but I cannot be sure if it was naturally induced or not. Either way, I found myself

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04:49 24/11 Broken Win95, wrote: There was but one human in the house with a virgin neck, but she was in such a deplorable state that no one was keen to touch her. Rightly so, for she was eventually violently sick in the sitting room. Afterwards, dozens of hurtful eyes of disdain locked on to her. The sight of which was evidently very sobering. For the girl then saw us for what we were, and so

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04:36 24/11 Vin rouge, wrote: As we walked through the dimly lit city with our new acquaintances, I could sense the authority and power that they had over us. Even though it had as of then not been fully revealed. It did not scare me. I was warmed by the thought that the, all too often overwhelming, choices and decisions that one meets in life were to be removed. My friend was far too drunk to be

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Following is an excerpt of Dr. Antoine’s activity in internet role playing chat rooms. He always seems to take on the same domineering role. It is only the scenarios that change. On several occasions, disputes have appeared to have arisen with other contributors, owing to his style not being to their taste, and or his apparent disregard for the guidelines. It is worth noting that the person using

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Antoine’s mother, Miss. F. Gardner died in 1989. The coroner report wasn’t wholly conclusive. It simply states that the probable cause of death as being liver failure, resulting from alcoholism. Her death was by no means a quick and painless one, and regardless of whether speculation is to be entertained, this event was no doubt of significant importance. For Antoine’s story gets ever more

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Once the identity of the person who committed the string of perverse crimes, which plagued London, came to be known, a mass of insightful information came to notice. Persons from various districts, who claimed to have had known or have had contact with him in his early life, vied to have their stories heard. Once the truthful had been separated from the fictitious, it was relatively easy to map

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The next day, Johnson called in at Paddington green police station to collect some extra information, and give his initial assessment of his task, which was why he had worked so hard through the night. He did not want to make his zeal known to others, and so with the use of some cover up makeup which he owned for questionable reasons, he hid the bags around his eyes. Unfortunately, Johnson was to

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Johnson snuck his way into the conference room, where Thomson was already a good way into making one of his overly worded briefs."...We now know the female is, was, one Lucinda Swain. She was a twenty three year old student at the Royal College of art, and was apparently some sort of artistic prodigy. She made pansy Jewellery or something. With that aside, we know that she was in some way linked

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"If not the doing of this Gabriel fellow, I’d say it was probably that of a jealous lover. The woman seems to have died a merciful death, well, in comparison to her neighbor. They were probably drugged first. If there was a struggle or an unexpected attack, it probably would have inhibited the bleed out. Also there doesn’t seem to be any signs of a disturbance. Nor does there seem to be any kind

Christian Zajdekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04496198862046274953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988432428219870365.post-756994771443357152010-11-29T19:53:00.002Z2010-11-30T14:34:45.146Z

"Rich parents, it has to be...This place is a hell of a lot nicer than where I live. My place isn't a dump or anything, but I saw a cockroach crawling about in the sink the other day...I bet there are no cockroaches here. The turquoise house next door is a tad nauseating though," said Johnson. "Rich parents, yeah probably, I mean either that, or it might have something to do with the Meth lab

Christian Zajdekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04496198862046274953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988432428219870365.post-43575114267912505492010-11-28T18:05:00.001Z2010-11-28T18:08:55.746Z

"Seriously, with no ring on your finger and that much excitement directed towards a murder scene, people around here are going to start to have their doubts about you." said McCarthy. "It’s my first big case. You cannot possibly say that you did not have a similar level of excitement when you got yours." said Johnson. "Maybe so, but back then I was already married." "This sort of thing is rare

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With grittiness that is but a slight exaggeration of what is encountered in contemporary urban life, and dark humour that will make you feel dirty for simply absorbing it, Renfield's Craving is a vampire story with a difference. Not just stylistically but for the fact that it is lacking a vampire. Renfield's syndrome is a tag used in psychology to refer to individuals who have a delusion, which

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Completed 2009, and about 40,000 words. This collection of stories includes 25 nonsensical playful short tales and limericks that are squashed into rigid rhyme schemes. They cover topics ranging from English superstitions to various bizarre misadventures. The rhymes are split up by 5 short stories, which although aimed at children still have resonance with adults, due to being heavily laden with

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In a backward forgotten land,Where magic was yielded by man,Lived a princess who wasn't bland,Yet she was ignored by her clan,She often craved to hear a rant,She tried everything that one can,But soon learned she'd no confidant,With which to talk and gallivant,Had she had someone she'd have been,Less adventurous and caprice,And ready for dangers unseen,So she could live her life in peace,A wizard

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Bizarrely the moon fell pregnant and swelled in size,She gave birth to a boy that grew up to be wise,Although the child achieved much and gained great acclaim,He felt too overshadowed by his mother's fame,He'd always be asked about her by passersby,As they admired how she lit up the night sky,The boy struggled to light things that he looked upon,And he was fed up of always being outshone,So he

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There once lived a man who was notably unique,He had a hole in his side from which things would leak,An organ fell out and caused a woman to shriek,She was beautiful and had a stunning physique,The man could not stop thinking of his words unsaid,And foolishly obsessed over it in his head,Ms. Fortune was the name of the woman he met,He sought her out so as to erase his regret,After some time he

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I looked for a place I could call home in the United Kingdom,I searched from Glasgow to Bristol but didn't accomplish my goal,At first I was concerned that my failure would become a problem,But then I managed to bring my anxieties under control,I scoured for a place to call my own in the French empire,I explored from Paris to Nice but my search sadly did not cease,I thought that that which I

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They talk of the puzzle that has the missing piece,But none mention the piece with the missing puzzle,It's hard when there is nowhere to turn for release,And searches for acceptance lead to refusal,It pains me to hear puzzles constantly complain,For the piece with a missing puzzle cries in vain,They try to fit in places that they never can,And end up with a life like that of a cursed man,They can

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No sooner had day dawned on the world that had been created, peculiar looking creatures began inhabiting it. They walked on their hind legs, and had a strange habit of trying to create order where there was previously none. These strange beings created a language and decided to call themselves man. They were content and lived a simple life in which conflicts rarely arose, and on those rare

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My shadow's always been timid,But now he's yet more secluded,He always seems to hide at night,And tries to keep out of my sight,I thus thought that I'd let him know,About all that he does forego,Sadly his resistance was strong,And so I gave up before long,Then one day while in lands unknown,I felt quite scared to be alone,My shadow felt the same as well,For we both rued that which befell,We

Christian Zajdekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04496198862046274953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988432428219870365.post-4532023827066717022010-10-18T21:45:00.003+01:002011-04-26T11:05:20.612+01:00

There was once a young mouse called Paul,And though he'd no prowess at all,He felt he could do anything,So on him danger would befall,The things that one shouldn't go near,Failed to invoke in him a fear,Which led to him imitating,A remarkably skilful peer,He saw the prize on a mousetrap,Somehow retrieved without mishap,When Paul tried it out for himself,A squish was heard after a snap,He's now

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Fortune tellers rarely deal with persons of stature, and in more ways than one it is for the best. For while someone of the working class may have to simply accept the fate that they are made aware of, a person with influence stands a fair chance of altering it. There was an earl who tried doing just that. He had visited a wise woman since he was a young adult, waiting for when he would be told

Christian Zajdekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04496198862046274953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988432428219870365.post-48455313873735038172010-10-01T19:46:00.002+01:002011-04-26T10:47:56.384+01:00

There was once a boy that was brave as can be,There was but one thing he found to be frightly,However that one thing caused much misery,For it would haunt him in his bedroom nightly,When a lack of sleep took toll on his welfare,He was prompted to attempt to sleep elsewhere,The boy went downstairs to sleep in an armchair,Hopeful that a peaceful night could be found there,And he prayed that from

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There was once a fish that was dear friends with a vole,The means that they sought entertainment was quite droll,They'd scare the sheepish and dare cats to go up trees,But soon their escapades were unable to please,They reasoned amusement was to be found elsewhere,And agreed to leave in search of it as a pair,The fish faced a journey that he felt was unfair,Since it and the one made by land did

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London and all that's within,Is brimming with grime and grim,To many it seems quite vile,But to others appealing.All are welcome to cram in,The rich, poor, wise and the dim,Bar the corrupt and hostile,Lest there's more dodgy dealing.

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A maiden learnt that her mother was growing frail,And while visiting her she got lost in a vale,There she was foolish enough to try to be heard,Even though finding an audience was absurd,Surprisingly a woman replied from ahead,However she only repeated what was said,And since the girl failed to find out the stranger's name,She likened her to a Greek nymph that obtained fame,The girl asked what

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Excuse yourself and I'll do so too,For a slack use of please and thank-you.Manners help with the plights we go through,Though now this seems ever more untrue.

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To ever be eleven and a half is my one prayer,For I feel it's an age with which few others do compare,I'd laugh and play my days away without a single care, I'd do what I willed even if it wasn't just or fair,Although eternal youth seems like something we'll never see,I tried to claim it as you can't say for sure what can't be,I prayed so long and hard that the gods took note of my plea,And

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Many people regard the robin as an innocent and sweet creature, but sadly this is far from the truth. It has a rather fiendish nature, and if you do not have the time to discover it for yourself, then take the red on its chest as proof. For the bird's real home is one of the circles of hell, and it only comes to earth to feed and rear its young. Every time it makes the journey, it inadvertently

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There was once a woman who lived on her own,Who had no time for rules but plenty for fun,She made friends with everyone she'd ever known,But after sometime they would all turn and run,She did not seem to have a serious bone,Someone like that never gets anything done,She was untrustworthy and accident prone,All in all she was a chore second to none,She seemed set to be alone without support,Which

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There was once a girl that had a scream,Which was unbelievably extreme,She caused many neighbours to blaspheme,For when she'd see a spider she'd scream,By chance she heard something a bird said,It claimed that it had been underfed,For it lived where spiders rarely tread,The girl believed the words that were said,She upped sticks and moved to the city,Which left her neighbours far from teary,

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People warn you not to run with scissors,But there's risks to be had with glue also,There's tales without happy ever afters,And it's even caused me personal woe,As a child I foolishly ran with glue,I'll tell you about that day which I rue,Hopeful that the story will prevent you,Enduring the ordeal that I went through,I was running with the vile substance,When I tripped on a broken flooring tile,

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I saw a black cat but then it died,I saw a magpie and thus I cried,I found a penny but passed it by, I found a dead bird and gave a sigh,I wore my shirt the wrong way around,But fixed it once the mistake was found,I wore my opal ring on this day,But then recalled I was born in May,I dropped a teaspoon but had no guest,I dropped a dishcloth and feared unrest,I heard a cuckoo but was cashless,I

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In a provincial town of no particular importance lived a girl who went through a rather remarkable ordeal. Unfortunately her story starts off somewhat solemnly. The girl was called Malli, and I can say with some confidence that she was the most delightful girl you could ever hope to meet, because of which, it is all the sadder that she was to lose her loving doting father. The day that she last

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There was once a boy who loved tales,He took in all of the details,And saw that lords often made claim,Of the very much adored dame,With this in mind he formed a plan,By which to be a wealthy man,He knew there were hardships to face,But he craved a loving embrace,Hoping for fame he went to war,And made more contacts than before,He drove on when he was forlorn,True to the oath which he had sworn,

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Are you tired of the same old boring meal?Let me tell you I know just how you feel,Some days I feel urged to get up and shriek,As I find my meals to be oh so bleak,There's experience in the words I speak,Which I wish I were able to conceal,Let me warn against a path you may seek,One shouldn't act on a rash thought with zeal,I thought skilled cooking was not a big deal,For my meal I just used what

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Whenever I lie I seem to get tongue tied,On the face of it you may well think it's fine,But it makes me sigh and I have even cried,As it leads one to a life of poor design,I hate when people say that lying is bad,Sometimes it's the best option that is at hand,For telling the truth can make people feel sad,Or lead you to enduring things you can't stand,Like assessing the appearance of a friend,

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Some curious sight caused a feud,Since it had no sense or value,Sounds of chaos soon filled the air,Signalling the start of despair,Stomach turning sorrow arose,Sicker than what sadists can boast, Scars that would be seen clear by none,Shaped due to the shameful things done,Any worthy advantage gained,Always emerged assured to fade,Animus looked as though it'd stay,And so spirits ailed every day,

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On this particular day with which we are concerned, El was not her usual lively and carefree self. Her uncharacteristic state had arisen after her two elder sisters went out without her. Their excuse was that they did not want their friends to know she was their sister as they thought that her ways were weird.El was feeling miserable, and as such made the decision to pass much of the day alone in

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If you see things in black and white,You should know that it is not right,First check to see that it's not night,Then begin to question your sight,You may find that you're colour blind,There's nothing else that comes to mind,Lest the blight's of another kind,Ask your doctor what he can find,If it's lasting you should despair,For you will find things hard to bear,As you'll meet dangers everywhere,

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There was a girl in misery,Undecided what she should be,She stalked a man with mastery,Hoping to learn from what she'd see,She made the choices he did make,Hoping that she could claim his fate,It turned out it was a mistake,But she realised this too late,She went in a new direction,But got lost once she had begun,Following an introspection,She saw her aim could not be done,So chose to follow a

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I received an assignment,I didn't think I'd complete,I was to be persistent,Which in itself was a feat,I was not too confident,The deadline was hard to meet,My work schedule's assessment,Saw that there was no deceit,I found a hidden week day,It's something I can't explain,I chose the name Fristaday,For this day that is arcane,It relieved me from dismay,Due to the time I did gain,Now I've finished

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A skeleton thought it time for his wake,He was in fact a hundred years too late,Since he was unaware of his mistake,He went off in search of his old flatmate,When he found his way to the right address,The occupant sadly abhorred her guest,She gave out a scream to show her distress,And people came to inspect the unrest,They deemed that they did not quite like his kind,And then schemed to bring

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"Wait a minute...what the hell is this? What the hell went wrong? I should be...snuff...My shoulder is messed up...Surgery, snuff. If I swan dived off of a building clearly I wanted to die. Couldn't these surgeons get their ego trip by finding a third world hobby patient like the others do?...I can stand, well, sort of. How on earth did I manage to mess up an urban swan dive? Tis time to get

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The sun was barely above the horizon, and the only signs of life that could be seen came from the nearby road. There was not even birdsong, although urbanisation was mainly to blame for that. Jarath was alone in the truest sense of the word, but he was not truly alone for he was accompanied, or rather pestered by the unrelenting murmurings of his mind. Even though the multi storey car park was

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"I didn't realise you two were here already...So, who is accompanying us tonight?" said Jarath."One, Lucy Blomfield, who died March 13th 1832, aged 83." said Imogen."Damn.""I know. She must be one of the oldest here.""She was probably excessively rich so..." said Fea."The nights are definitely getting colder. Soon we won't be able to meet up like this." said Jarath."Have you got your research

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"Whose grave are we sitting by tonight?" said Fea."One John Hide, who died 26th May 1781 Aged 61 years." said Imogen."I wonder how long it will be till they start building houses on this land?" said Jarath."That will never happen." said Fea."Course it will.""Who is going to want to live somewhere built on a burial ground." said Imogen."Speaking hypothetically, I don't think people will have to be

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"I really don't think I should have come. Nobody is going to want me here." said Fea."It'll be fine. You may even enjoy yourself tonight, just don't be quite so paranoid." said Jarath."I go to school with most of these people, so I know they're not going to want me here.""She speaks sense." said Imogen."Ignore her. You need to have more faith in people Fea, not everyone is a jerk like you make

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"What were you doing over there Jarath?" said Fea."You often loiter about there." said Imogen."What is over there?""Nothing, I was just..." said Jarath."How was your day?" said Imogen."How much did you get?""Four pints." said Fea, as she opened up her bag to reveal its contents."Icky...what is it?"Pig's blood.""Is that not a bit weird, you being a vegan and all?""I find nothing wrong with eating

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"There he is." said Fea."You missed out. You should have been here an hour ago." said Imogen."It’s all right though.""We've got a recording.""What did you do?" said Jarath."It is nothing bad." said Fea."There is a new priest at saint Mary's church, so we thought we'd have some fun. Well, Fea had the fun." said Imogen."Is this your confession dare rubbish? I thought better of you Fea. I didn't say

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Dear mother, I wish that there was some way you could read these words I write, listen to those I say or look in on the thoughts I have. I pray to always retain the hope that there is a way, but what I wish for more than anything else is that I have become who you hoped me to be. My desire to read your writings spurred me to master the English language, so in spite of the travesty that prevented

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Moments before Mrs. Dessery Lontine's death, she denounced her damnable sorcery, and appeared remorseful for her prior lewd and abominable endeavours. Let this be a warning to any persons weak enough to be seduced by the devil. His promises to provide one with means of seeking revenge and or worldly commodities, are hollow. Such persons who are swayed by these temptations should know that this

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Alice does not interact with me as she once did, which is a clear and sorrowful sign that she has started to forget me. It breaks my heart but it is the way it has to be. It is best for her if we part, for she would be denied a normal life otherwise. I once made many promises, regarding all that I would do to ensure Alice had the best life possible, but it now seems I have broken near to every

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Even though Alice had been considerate enough to let the night pass peacefully, I barely slept. It had nothing to do with sleeping in a bed that was not my own, I was merely annoyed that yesterday things had not gone as desired. I was sickened that Welbeck was not yet set to endure an excruciating death. Part of me felt that I had not done all that I could have, and out of that thought was born a

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Though we should have been wise enough to know that it was in vain, Mercy Cylvia and I methodically mapped out the day’s events. Since Mercy was feeling tired it was agreed that she should remain at home to watch over Alice and Avery. It was planned that in the morning I would go to Shire Hall, speak with James May about what had happened, and hand over Avery's signed account of events. Then if

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I had a relatively privileged upbringing as my father owned some land, but it was the cause of his wealth rather than a product of it. My father was a hard working man who bread horses for a living. His horses were once regarded as being amongst the best bred in East Anglia, but that matters not now. As was the case with so many other families when the black death hit, ruin came in tow. When my

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Once we tired of having repetitive conversations about last night's incident, the morning passed rather slowly. Cylvia took to standing guard by the wounded stranger, which was typical of her overcautious manner. However, no one was by his side when he woke at around midday. He started to cry out and struggle in his restraints, and only became subdued when he heard my voice and had the situation

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Mercy and Cylvia were both confused and amazed by the extent of the stranger's injuries. They unanimously came to the pessimistic conclusion that he would not make a recovery, and made wagers on when he would pass away. They bleakly predicted he would live no longer than a day or two. I should have been offended, for their predictions showed little faith in my abilities as a healer, but part of

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Today a large search took place which involved near enough the whole of the town. It was planned and led by the clergymen, in the hope that some information regarding the recent string of disappearances, would be unearthed. Thickets were scoured, people questioned and alcohol drunk. In what proved to be my saviour, father Harkwrite mysteriously went missing a fortnight ago. More recently so too

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Alice smiled for the first time today, it was a truly beautiful sight. As I now recall and hold close fragments of the experience, I find it in a way terribly taunting, for it acts to amplify the shame I feel due to my foolish actions. My heart is in a wretched state, and sadly it is unavoidably set to worsen, since I have not yet been parted from Alice for even a day. My emotions plead me to

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In the morning I went with Mercy to saint James's church for the Baptism. I had Alice strapped up in a sling, which proved both convenient and comforting, at least when she was in an agreeable mood. It was just the three of us, for Cylvia had a prior engagement, or rather that was what she claimed. I think she simply did not want to go, which I can sympathise with. I felt uncomfortable being in

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Her beauty is astounding. It is remarkable that such a thing could have come from me. Since the birth my life has been but hers, and it looks set to be that way for several years to come. I have slept at every available moment, but I presently find I am wide awake. Everyone else is asleep, which is nice for it gives me some much needed alone time. Cylvia and Mercy are clumped up in uncomfortable

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It feels as though I am due to go into labour any day now, for the muscle spasms are coming and going with more frequency. I am filled with an excitement far greater than that which I could ever hope to describe, but am also filled with a fear, which sadly is likewise. The thought of what could happen if there is a complication brings a taste of sick to my tongue. If I was to survive and my child

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Prov. 17.15 "He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, even they both are abomination to the lord."Query 1: Is there really any need for your work, is witchery not but a superstition?Answer: The scriptures prove that witches and wizards exist, and to dispute the word of god is the work of the devil and his followers. The scriptures also clearly detail the dangers of their

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Yesterday was both eventful and tiring, but I make no complaint for I received invaluable insight. I know that it is unwise to travel so late in my pregnancy, but my mind would not give me peace. For whenever a notable thought is spawned, it harasses me until I am enslaved by it.In the morning I managed to catch a lift up town, from a young farmer who had got lost and had driven his father's

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Only a fool would think that this small town would not stand for any more death, sadly I was one such fool. Clearly the decision to take control of Jonathan Corwin's fate was ill-conceived. Clearly a revenge seventy sevenfold, reminiscent of biblical times is now in swing. Welbeck almost certainly deserves an untimely demise more than Corwin did. However, he has created a state of fear and

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Initially I was opposed to what had been planned, for I saw it as barbaric and unjust. So it is somewhat ironic that after all avenues had been explored, it turned out to be the most favourable course of action for all.I only learnt of what had been planned this morning, and it was quite by accident. I saw Cylvia walking past the house and felt an urge to go outside, say hello and question her. I

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As much as I dislike going to market, due to that ghastly tree which seems to continuously swell in grotesqueness, I was running desperately low on provisions. When I arrived the horse trading was only just starting. People were shouting over one another to place bids on the horses on display. I felt anger toward them for acting so normally, when but a short distance away there were twelve

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It is their war not our war, it is their war, their war. The only title that those who forced Jonas to fight, should be able to be self-appointed with, is blackguard. Will men never be content with life enough, so as not to feel the need to create purpose and goals via the act of waging war? Knowledge is the only thing that is worth dying for, as only through knowledge can security and peace be

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This morning, the east of the sky sported a blood red hue, as though it was purposely striving to set a tone fitting for the unjust deaths that were to later occur. Ever since I first learnt of the fate that was to beseech my friends nothing has felt truly real. As it would appear, Welbeck has indeed turned out to be the devil. Has he no shame? Is he really so devoid of humanity to be able to let

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I had intended to sleep in till late, as I am still to fully recuperate from the ordeal I was put through. I was refused my will by a restlessness inducing sickness. I was at first doubtful, but today I am certain that I am pregnant, for the quickening occurred. All my attempts to take note of the concoction of new and potent emotions that I felt were futile. Nothing that I know of is capable of

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After only having been down there for a few minutes, I had already become crippled by the chilled air. I was by no means dressed scantily, but I felt as though I was wearing little more than a nightgown. My body repeatedly suffered spasms as it desperately strove to keep warm. Before my escorts left, they bound my feet and hands, and waited for the arrival of a spindly elderly man. I felt that

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For two whole days I was denied penning my thoughts, and it felt as though someone had butchered out my innards. For I actually had a tale to tell, as opposed to just wanting to scrawl pointless ramblings.My brethren and I came to the consensus that a meeting was called for to discuss what, if anything should be done about our town's newest arrival. It is said that if you speak of the devil then

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When Circe awoke this morning she was somewhat morose, but with good reason, for her night's sleep had resulted in neck, arm and back complaints. Even so, it was clear to see that she had relished the chance to have a much needed undisturbed rest. For about an hour or so, we talked while I massaged her neck and back. The result of which was not only a lessening of her sores, but a decision that

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Cylvia came around in the morning, but it was not a social visit. She had suffered a bite on her ankle from an adder. I did the best I could for her. I dressed the wound and prepared a remedy, which took the form of a herbal tea. It consisted of grated dragoon root, honey, old vinegar, sea salt and water for boiling. Note to self, I need more dragoon root. Since Cylvia's partner was stationed in

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Once a month, for several years now, I have performed augury for my close friends whenever the moon is in my star sign. Today I duly expected to unearth the vague subjective messages that I am used to, but that was far from what happened. I do not think that I will ever take a reading again. I have never really liked reading people's fates, and never wanted to do it in the first place. I never

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All Hallows eve played host to the Abyssus-flam Ball at Hengrave hall, which I had been looking forward to for near a month. The event always proves to be, how can I put it, eventful. I was quite surprised that it was to go ahead. Due to the prevailing tensions, I thought that the event would surely be cancelled or at least downgraded. Just like the previous year, I was mistaken. Be it due to

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It has been almost a week since I performed the evocation that brought forward the spirit of Meklock in the form of a crow. During the time that has passed it has become clear he holds great power, and so today a linking ceremony was performed to consolidate our bond. Meklock's wings were clipped and he fed from me for the first time. What would have normally been a moderately large celebration

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The day after the hex was cast an ominous notice was pinned on the Norman tower, which I, and I suspect the others, were deeply troubled by. It is so cruel how only after the damage has been done, do you see the possible repercussions to your actions. I have heard vile stories concerning the public inquisitions that occur on the continent, but not to my knowledge has there ever been one held in

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