Hi, there!
You've found my story!
Well, our story.
I'm so happy you're here!
I can tell you
ę̶̢̢̡̨̧̛̣̱̫̙̼̹͍̞̬͉͕̲̺̟̬͔͔̪̟͎̭̞̗̮͔̦̲͈͙̰͓͙͉͎̱̱̯̻̙̬̺͍̇͗͛͊̆̔̄̆͒̈͂̓̀͌͐̕̕̚͝ͅv̷̧̢̢̡̢̢̛̛̜̼̝͇̩̻̜͇̖̬͎̙̥͎̮͎̭̬̩̙̼͔͍͍̻͖͚̲̻͓̠̾̇ę̵̡̡̨̡̢̡̛̗̣̱̘͔̳̲̫̻͈̯̫̲̪̬̮͔͍͚̯͎̮̜̗̠̫͕̦͎͓̺̩̺͖͇̠͎̦͎͗͊̆̊̎́͂̋̆̕͜͜ͅͅŗ̸̯̤̥͓̻̮̫͚̼͇̺̠̯̱̮̩͎̰͙̙̬͖̼͍̬̠͔̀̄́͗͐͐̈́̑́̇͋̓͆̏̏̚̕y̶̧̢̛̘̞̪̠̩͇͔̝̐́̿̌̿̏̑́̎̐̑̕͜t̶̡̢̧̮͖̬̲͇̱̜̗̱̩͍͖̤̼̬̠̠͎̤͎̱͉̱̝̤͉͎̮͉̤̟͕̩̮̘͌̎͐͑̏̆͊̽̒́́͐̒͛̀̈́̐̀͌́́̆̋̕̚̕͜͝͝ḩ̸̡̛̯̜̮̩̰̦͙͓͓̾́̓͗̈́̋̑͂͂̓̓̈́̽̓̉͋̽̇̑̋̉͛̌̓̈͌̈́̀̒̊̂̂̈́̚̚̕͘͝i̸̯̳̠͎̇̈́͜ͅn̸̨̢̨̡̻͙̟͇̙͍̥̻̝̟͈̳̭̣͙̹̘͖̞̹͚̞̪͖͉̒̑͂͐̕͜͝g̵̨̧̧̡̛͖̞͈̠͖̻̯͖̞͈̜̞͚̮̗͔̩͈͇̺̺̮̳͔̪̪̱̮͓̖̙͕̉̋̂̎̓̍̓̍̑͐̏̾͊͒̄̔̽̂̂̋̓͛̒̉͊̈̉̑̏̕̚So let's begin!
Hmm... Where to start... and how to begin...
Since we're getting to know eachother, here's a little fun fact about me: I love music!
So... I'll write my beginning in song.
Actually, I think I already have! Now, where is it...
The man took my hand
Beckoned me close
His face was shrouded
In the depths of his cloakI'd begun as a little girl
In a life you now roam
With a kitchen, a bedroom
And the closet I called homeMy blankets were jackets
My pillow, my shoe
How they crept up my neck
The shadows' dark clawsOr was it my father's?
Or mother's
Or both
So here I now stand
'Cause of a kind old policeman
Who carried me out
And into the sewerHe'd tripped and he'd fallen
And now I forgive him
But not so the man
In the depths of his cloakHis eyes they blinked red
In the sewer's foul stench
A mouth opened wide
And here I now resideI walk between stories
Hop over the pages
Flip between chapters
And capture my readersI hope that, one day,
I may find the cloaked man
And bury him deep
In my stomach of wordsOh, it gives me goosebumps!
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
Oh, are you concerned with the ending?
Don't worry!
I woȕ̴̢l̶̡̳͖̜̬̭̀̔͑͝ḑ̸̧̥̲̯͔̃̀̐͗̊̆̎ b̴̛̺̎̆͆̍͝e̶̛̛̛̙͉͍̝̝̫̙͈̟̞͈̦̽̈́͑͋̀̓̏̔̓̏̍͗͂͗̄͋̚̚͜͝ͅ ̧̡̨̢̡̥̮͇̳̭̱̟͉̥̜̻̜̹̦̩̙̙͓̪̱͍͙͙̭̲̩̯̱͚̣͕̟͙̠̠̘͙̤̽̊̔̉͒̌͆́̄̐͌̿̆̈́͆̏͒̕͜͝ͅt̶̨̧͍̘͚͕͚͔̺̺̼̫̦͙̭̊̈͝ơ̵̡̨̳̞̞̩̪̬̮̲̯̟̯̰͚̳͕̱̥̦͍̟̖̹̭̦̯̲̭̯̯͚̫̹̭̪̼̞̜͆̎̄̾̎̍̀̿̀̊͐̐̄͐͑̔̀́̓̎̋̓̅͒́̈́̿́̿̽̐̀̓̌̆̕̚̚̚̚͝ͅͅo̴̡̧̧̠̝̬͓̫̼̳̟͙͎̬̹͆̀͒̉͂͒͒̎͌̏̓̂͒̄̃͌̂̈͂͋͊̊̆̃̑͐̓̕̚͝͝
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...