[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav

  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav

    << | >>

    dots Submission Name: Eliza dots

    Author: isis_lenore
    Elite Ratio:    3.78 - 459/207/102
    Words: 476
    Class/Type: Story/Gothic
    Total Views: 1062
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2509

       Taken from a dream.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsEliza dots

    Eliza's Journal:

    Outside, the darkness is coming. I hate when the darkness traps us in its cocoon because there is nowhere safe to run to if hiding is not enough. But inside, Grams is able to help me forget for a moment or two what is coming…what always comes whether we are ready or not.

    She is a natural storyteller, and every night she starts her story, “Once upon a time there was no Sickness…” I watch from the floor next to the table as she checks the boards across the spaces the windows once were, making sure they are still secure. I wish there still wasn't any Sickness. That I could go outside and see the moon without fear

    I’d like to believe that there was such a time and that time will come again. Often as she is checking the house and making sure my bed is a hidden fortress she tells me “it wasn’t always like this. And it won’t always be like this so you have to be prepared”.

    I’m not sure what I should be preparing for but I like hearing about how things were before. Mostly I like hearing about other people and how they could go out at night and see the stars. I’d like to think that the stories she tells me are true, but as far as I know, they are only fairy tales to give me hope and to curb the nightmares.

    Gramps use to be the one who checked the windows and doors before the dark encased us while Grams would tell me stories. But lately he's taken to his room. Grams’ says he is a good man and he is only ill but I'm afraid. What if he's not?

    She swats my behind, shushing me as I climb up into the loft that hides my bed up above. She says, " Now don't you worry no more and get some sleep. And remember no matter what you hear don't get out of your bed until the morning light." as she takes away the ladder and heads upstairs.

    Curled up under my blankets, I can't sleep. What did she mean that he's good and ill; and not Sick? I don’t understand. Maybe it's something she told me in one of her stories. If I could only remember.

    Ba-bump! The sound of something big and heavy falling crashes into my silence. What was that!? My heart starts thumping madly; drowning out what my ears might hear. Magnifying what I think I heard and what i imagine. The Sick know we are not affected. That we are alive. I just know it. They are coming for us. They are coming for me....

    Submitted on 2013-03-17 19:23:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!

    ||| Comments |||

    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?


    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

    AI written by poetotoe
    Dashboard Light written by layDsayD
    Once Again written by krs3332003
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (final) written by endlessgame23
    The Severed Head written by HisNameIsNoMore
    4th of July written by layDsayD
    Devils in the Details written by endlessgame23
    Whiteout written by layDsayD
    Every..... written by jackz
    written by Daniel Barlow
    You do, I Do written by poetotoe
    Push written by JanePlane
    Before, Now, & After written by SincerWritinAsh
    PEARL (Exclusive Poem) 10th Anniversary... written by Cordell
    Blood Stains Are The Worst written by ForgottenGraves
    Waiting written by Daniel Barlow
    World I No Longer Want written by ForgottenGraves
    Cosmic Dreams written by Chelebel
    4th Season of Vivaldi written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Or are we written in the sand? written by Chelebel
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (6) written by endlessgame23
    Wavelength written by saartha
    Bond written by saartha
    Physician, Heal Thyself written by WriteSomething
    Pain, an elixir. written by Ramneet
    written by Daniel Barlow
    Sunset written by rev.jpfadeproof
    Brigit written by endlessgame23
    102.3 written by rev.jpfadeproof
    Red Barn written by rev.jpfadeproof




    User Name:


    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]

    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]

    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]