Storm - An Anxiety Poem by NinMaster712, literature
Literature
Storm - An Anxiety Poem
The storm I call anxiety,
it rattles my brain.
My mind is met with a flood
of nothing but stress and disdain.
I try to do the best I can
and get along well with my life,
but as soon as things go south,
it cuts in like a knife.
Being antisocial,
wanting to stay in bed,
losing interest in hobbies,
being left for dead.
Everyday, I feel the storm
consume much more of me
and take away my happiness.
Is this how it’s meant to be?
…
…
…
...No.
I won’t let this storm sweep me away
because I believe I’ve found the key.
I know I have support from all
my loving friends and family.
I take
The Game - Short Story by NinMaster712, literature
Literature
The Game - Short Story
Ask any of my friends, and they'll tell you I'm a guru when it comes to horror games. They don't seem to scare me as much as they did when I was a kid, but that doesn't mean I don't still love the action and suspense of them. I thought I could master any game out there. However, there was one game that disturbed and terrified me beyond compare... or so I thought.
I went into my local game store one evening, looking around at some of the newest titles. Mario, Assassin's Creed, pretty basic stuff. I decided I would pre-order that new Zelda game to try out later, but I was mainly on the hunt for, you guessed it, a new horror game.
There didn't
The Demon Within - POEM by NinMaster712, literature
Literature
The Demon Within - POEM
sleep
an escape
from the outside World
you can dreAm whatever
sweet things
you want to dream
even the creepiest of
nightmares
can be a real thrill
not for me
the night is the time
the demon inside
seeKs vengeance
my subconscious is
bombardEd
bombarded by these
awful images
iMages of
killers
imagEs of
terrorists
images of
people wanting me
dead
for what reason?
sUicide? anxiety?
i don't know the answer
the inner fight
the fight for survival
the Pressure
it's all too...
surreal
the dream is fake,
but the fear is real
how can you fake being
Petrified of your own
murder?
you can't
anyone would be
scared
of being murdered
of be
Fright Night - Short Story by NinMaster712, literature
Literature
Fright Night - Short Story
I used to not believe in ghosts, but I definitely do now. I may never forget what happened that night. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the beginning.
My friends wanted to go to a haunted house on Halloween night and invited me of all people, the "scaredy-cat" of my group. "It’s probably one of those sleazy wannabes like at our neighbor’s house," I thought to myself. "There’s nothing scary about those, right?" I agreed to go with them. Once Halloween rolled around, they picked me up, and we drove out of town.
I simply thought we would just be going to some other neighborhood until we started taking
Colors
~~~~~
As I walk up the steps, slowly as can be,
I catch up to a few others, but what do I see?
They are all rather melancholy in response to today,
For all that I see of them is gray.
I step through the doors, "Good morning," I say,
But all I get is "Mmm-hmm" from the others in gray.
Has this entire world gone mad?!
I see no one acting cheerful or sad!
The same exact activities, the old repeating day,
They are all that I see of this world: gray!
But what is this I see in the corner of my sight?
Something different, perhaps even bright?
Yes! I see color for once, something new!
People with flashes of red, green, and blue!
These peop
I'm Sorry For The Lawnmower - Poem by NinMaster712, literature
Literature
I'm Sorry For The Lawnmower - Poem
I'm Sorry For The Lawnmower
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I have broken the lawnmower,
The one Father always uses.
I shouldn't have been so reckless,
But I wanted some wild cruises.
If not for my fractious action,
He would have cut the grass today.
But I wanted to ride that silly thing,
How would I have known, anyway?
The thing seemed like a cool race car.
I hopped on and heard its "vroom-vroom".
I rode happy until the finish line,
Which turned out to be the dining room.
Now Father is not very pleased with me,
Outside my room, I hear him pacing.
At least now I've learned a valuable lesson,
That lawnmowers aren't for racing.