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Words cannot express,
The anger I’ve bottled up inside.
A smile will not confess,
The truth hidden behind.

Water cannot subdue,
The fire that rages in my heart.
A hammer will not renew,
The soul once it has fallen apart.

A thousand years of rain,
Will never wash the memories away.
Understand that all the pain,
Will not forever be kept at bay.

A hand will not mend,
The empty space left behind.
I will not twist and bend,
To the will of your own mind.

The darkest heart will not fade,
With the passing of day and night.
Neither can we trade,
Our disregarded wrongs and rights.

Time will be lost in the days,
Of dwelling in the past.
I will listen to what you say,
But the sympathy won’t always last.

Always I will go back,
To the moment when you let go.
Nothing did we lack,
But you still left me here alone.

Yet forever I will go on,
With my head help up high.
I have faced many dawns,
And not a tear have I cried.

A light will always shine,
Through the darkness and the mist.
And you’ll see that you fare just fine,
In the days that time will list.

I have already moved on,
Though I’ll forgive but never forget.
My road is still quite long,
But my life’s end remains unset.

Prince Tobias Scarrow sat in his suite in the castle. He was sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, shaking. You see, earlier that day, Tobias’ father, King William Scarrow, had been found dead in the Caraway Wood.
The King had been found with claw marks across his chest. The royal medics said that he had been killed in a wild dragon attack, but Tobias didn’t believe that for a second. He knew his father as a fearless warrior, who would’ve been able to defend himself. But still, that didn’t change the fact that his father had died.
The prince looked up as his door creaked open. His uncle, Isaac, entered carrying a small cup. He noticed his nephews red eyes and judged correctly that he had been crying. Isaac sat down next to Tobias and put his hand on his back.
“Drink this.” Isaac told Tobias, handing him the liquid, “I had the alchemist prepare to soothe your nerves.”
Tobias looked up at his uncle through strands of chestnut brown hair. Isaac could feel his light blue eyes piercing him as he got up and left the drink on the nearby table.
“It will help.” he assured the young boy, then left, closing the door behind him.
Once he’d left, the prince walked to the table. He picked up the glass and stared into the swirling, clear liquid. He brought the small cup to his lips and closed his eyes. He lowered his hand, saying to himself he should take it later, otherwise he’d have nightmares for sure.
Tobias opened his glass double doors to outside and stepped onto the small ledge overhanging the ocean. He felt the wind rustle through his hair and he could smell the salt spray from the ocean below him. He glanced down and looked at the waves, lapping at the cliff as if trying to climb it. Tobias then looked up at the sky, expecting to see some wild dragons. But there were none. Closing his eyes and hanging his head, Tobias thought of how empathetic dragons are. They must’ve sensed the sadness over the kingdom and been effected themselves.
A familiar whooshing was heard from below, and the boy smiled and opened his eyes just in time to see a pure black shape fly up and over his head. He stepped back, giving her space to land, then embraced his dragon. She snuffled in his arms, wriggling a little, feeling restrained. A jerk sent one of the boy’s arms flying backward.
“Xanthe!” He exclaimed, stepping back, “Sorry, I know you don’t like being hugged.”
Tobias smiled at Xanthe but was curious as what she was looking at. Her head was angled down, staring past Tobias. The prince turned around and was horrified by what he saw. He stepped forward to look closer at the hole burned into one of his ornate rugs.
Tobias couldn’t say he was sorry about the rug, he didn’t like them. Given the choice, he would’ve happily slept in the woods. But of course, he was a prince, so he had to have the best. He picked up the cup and a single drop fell out onto the carpet, sizzling as soon as it made contact.
Tobias stepped back, scared. The drink his uncle had given him was poison. He stood there for what seemed like forever, processing the information. As far as Tobias knew poison meant either something went wrong with making his drink, which he knew would never happen, or someone had tired to kill him.
He looked up as he heard voices outside his room.
“He should’ve drunken it by now.” one person said, turning the handle slightly.
“But what if he ‘asn’t?” A second voice asked, as Tobias turned to usher Xanthe out the room.
“Then load your crossbow, ‘cause he would’ve heard this entire chat!” the first one snapped.
Tobias turned as Xanthe dived off the balcony. The guards entered the room to see him outside, facing them, his eyes wide open and mouth set in a straight line. One smiled at him, then raised his crossbow and fired. Tobias cried out in pain as he felt the sharp bolt pierce his shoulder. The force spun him round, knocking him out the room and sending him falling down, towards the ocean.
While he was falling, Tobias could feel blood staining his tunic a deep crimson. He could hear the waves below him, lapping at the cliff, and then a whooshing sound. The boy landed on Xanthe’s back hard, getting the wind knocked out of him.
“Get me away from here.” He whispered to her, feeling the wind rushing through his hair. He laid on his dragons back, weakly attempting to staunch the flow of blood.

ivan braginski ☭ wrote:

"It was near midnight. I crept out of my bedroom wearily, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. I carefully made my way to the bathroom and screamed. On the mirror, someone or something wrote in red...."

blood. It was hard to tell if it was actual blood or not but there were worse things. The mirror had a scary message ask "What's your favorite scary movie?" Whoever wrote it was a psychopath because then there was some noises coming from downstairs. I run down to see what the problem is but I cant find anyone or anything. I am so scared and call, "Is anyone there?"

A creepy voice replies, "Is anyone there?"

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Who are you?" the voice mocks.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

"I mean it! I have a gun!" I lie in hopes of scaring the intruder.

"No you dont." the voice laughs.

"How do you know for sure?" I question him/her.

"Because I'm watching you right now." cackles the voice.

I run for the front door and open it. Dead bodies lay on the porch and I run to the back door. I pull it open only to see Ghoast Face , Freddy Crugar, Jason, and Micheal Myers. I scream loudly and slam the door shut. I lock it before running for the phone. I try to call but I get no service on the house phone. I cry and hide in a closet. Im not paying attention when the closet door opens and all the creepy villans from all sorts of horror films stand before. I scream loudly as I'm yaked out of the closet. Suddenly I hear the one set of word's ill forever hate.

"Happy Birthday!"