1. “Hey, you in the black!”
2. “Your coffin or mine?”
3. “I never knew hellish demons flew so close to the ground…”
4. “Nice shoes, wanna drink blood?”
5. “Hi, I’m Andrew Eldritch”
6. “Hey baby, wanna put the SEX in Alien Sex Fiend??”
7. “Gene might love Jezebel, but baby, I love you.”
8. “I heard milk does the body good, but DAMN! Blood does too??”
9. “You’re so beautiful, when I look at you my heart starts beating… I think.”
10. “Wanna...

What caused these gory repulsive images in my mind? If only I could trap them on paper or expel them some other way. Demonic forms flood my mental view; making it very difficult to function (normally). I can almost smell the blood and taste the carnage. I feel myself going mad! The flesh of my mind is being ripped and torn from its place. My sanity has been *****! It has been oh, so violently taken from me. My mental stability is hardly existent. It is so hard to fight the temptation to rip my own...

The date today is August 14, 2009. I apologize for missing dinner, but something has come up. The Underground Feline Alliance has been called together to discuss urgent matters. I am afraid that our plans of feline supremacy will be delayed. An agent has informed me that the human race has produced a weapon against us. It is called a 'toilet'. Apparently it is a portal that uses a system of pipes that lead to underground bunkers that are going to be used to protect humans against our attacks. We...

I am exhausted. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally weak. This madness is draining. I wish I could sleep myself to oblivion. How many pills will it take? I don’t want help and I don’t want your annoying face spewing “advise” at me. Please; take your “helping hand” someplace else. I just want it all to end. Well most parts of me want it to end, but another sick portion of me enjoys this torment and wishes it to continue. I wonder how much more I can take before I eventually go completely numb....

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THE TRIBE

Goth Writer

The barbarian invasion came during the summer solstice. Marcus heard the cries of the tribe’s wolves as the marauders leapt over the outer wall of the Romani camp at Ungar Falls. The aspiring warrior was in his early twenties and had studied swordplay to a degree with his father. Like his father, Marcus had dark-brown hair and a muscular physique.
His parents, Theodorus and Ursula, had both gone to the deep...