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Written by rachael   
Friday, 21 March 2008
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“I am a monster…I am cursed…but before I was these…I was human. I didn’t plan what happened to me. You see for I cant die, doomed to walk this earth for all eternity”

My world contains a blood red sky that hovers meaningless over a lonely world. Under this very sky lay dull grey streets wrapped in a cursed silence. Small stone houses were crammed together, no life visible but the small meaningless ones of the rats that plagued the wretched streets. The moss covered walls of the buildings were stained with dark lines caused by the dirty water that oozed its way out from rusty gutters.

Life itself is afraid of the hatred and fear brought to this world. This world has no name, but has been named. Such names have been brought to a curious amount of words such of those as loveless and hopelessness.

Sadly this world has not been put to an end with its tragic torture. For it has only started. Think of it this way, hunger, thirst, loneliness, who wants it? Of course there are the few that do; these people are known as the forsaken.

I’ll give you a clue; they are known to be in stories, blood thirsty stories. If you haven’t guessed, the creatures are all the famous vampires. We, their victims, are surrounded and depended on by these creatures.

They’re all around us waiting, waiting for their next kill. The death of us is in their hands. For they drink our blood, enjoying every mouthful of it. As much as they enjoy the rich warm liquid, they are unable to take the last mouthful, for you see they’ll turn to dust. Your only luck of life is in the morning, away from the dark. Sunlight is and always will be the vampires worst enemy, for its very light turns them into the ancient dust they’re meant to be.

Unluckily, my world has no sunlight, for they stole my life. My world used to be filled with colour and laughter, but now, it is cursed to be silenced for all eternity.

If you wish to know my story I’ll tell you. But let me worn you, only death can save you from the tragic happening that was done to me. Let’s first begin how I myself have become what I am.


Copyright 2008 rachael
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Posted by thirteen
2008-03-21 05:11:56
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Really enjoyed this, like to hear more.
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Posted by Xena
2008-03-21 14:20:07
you seem nice enough

but funny this was the first story i read after i posted a curse poem... but all things being equal--puppies are still fun to cuddle.. i think everybody would agree
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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-04-05 21:23:56
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wow i liked this. i hope you add more to this.
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