Stories tagged “mask”
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Masochist and the Masquerade Ball
I’ve always wanted to spit venom. When it came time, I found myself dry-mouthed. I knew it would happen by the end of the night, but I was in a rush to prove it to myself. The goal was potency. I left you and your company to meander around the ma...
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The Man Behind The Mask
You are just another tattoo Staining the arm of God There is no justice, no future. When you’ve walked alone and blind. Forget about what you think you know. Forget about what you think I know. Because what we know.. Is that one thing we can neve...
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The Robot and the Mute
“I don’t suppose you’ve ever been to Konnekt before.” I just shook my head. “Shame,” said the man with the mask. “You’d like it there. A place for people of all kinds to hang out. You really connect with ...
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The game
It wasn’t the enormity of the house that had me speechless, but the lighting. Brilliant halogen spotlights accentuated each of the distinct characteristics of the palatial dwelling, from the gothic archways to the flowered tresses. I stepped insi...
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Halloween Domination
Sitting here, quivering in excitement. Waiting for the big day. I can barely breath. But I know my time will come. And I will get everything that I want. When I am set free, I’ll be lovingly prepared for my journey and my power will grow. I will...
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Her Broken Mask
As she said this she looked up at me, the mask she wore was cracking. She wasn’t afraid of getting caught again, she was afraid of breaking. I moved a moldy pizza box and sat beside her, “Hannah," I didn’t know what to say, “I know...
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Remember?
Here I am again. Remember me? The one you used to love? Has it really faded away? Or have you masked it, Not wanting to face Any hurt or pain. Only time will tell What you have done. Why you heart is so cold, And why you seem to have forgotten me. He...
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Masked Ecstasy
It’s always the same, day after day. Go to school, get shoved into lockers during passing period because I’m different, because I dare to be my own person, and get picked on by teachers before going home to a house I hate, with parents I ca...
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The Stanley House
Alice didn’t believe in ghosts. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself as she followed her giggling group of friends down the dark back alley that led to The Stanley House, their town’s one reputed haunted house. As they appro...
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Broken Half
There was light – that meant they were near an exit. She reaches a trembling hand, held back by the barrier of her own terror. The blood is no longer pulsing, rather it seeps from his face, his eyes, out of his ear. “He’s dead.”...
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Oh well...
Woah my face is cold! If I could start this again I would definitely wear a balaclava or something. Actually thinking about it, I would probably wear a comical mask of some description, a gorilla mask maybe. NO! Elvis! Yeah, that would be pretty funny....