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Poem 10

The attic of my soul

Oh grim, depleting hole

I rest inside, decaying

In that moment of pinnacle sorrow

Lights appear for I to borrow

A comfort I then confide in

Through the dust I grin

Peaceful now, I begin to sleep

The noises near cease to creep

Awaken I to the unforgivable deed

"Linger still," my anguished soul does plead

Betrayal yet and the lights soon fade

To the crumbling darkness there is no aid

My soul is left to die again

Shadows to my heart whisper, "La fin."

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Poem 9

My pink bow tie The blood and tears She’s worn Yet, despite the past She still shines Her clean and everlasting lines The lives she’s watched be torn Her knot, a lie

My pink bow tie Her own thoughts betray me Controlling grip around my throat Yet She sits and acts calm and haute I say, ‘stop!’ ‘no’ says She Heartless, Her eye

My pink bow tie Escape from Her is not She is the mistress to my soul My existence, a fading coal My efforts lead to naught She cannot die

My loving, pink bow tie

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Poem 8

On front of the mirror I stare The Thing inside I cannot bear I sit and watch It grow and grow A future certain? I cannot know I look beyond the face of glass I see the Thing large and black with crass It is there to torment To trap my in my own confinement My cup is full of self regret Waiting for my last sunset I turn away but the mirror stays Stuck with it until the end of days To me, it’s left clinging

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Poem 1

Ancient wisdom deep inside With other memories it will hide Stories made were built to last Eyes that have seen a long lost past Good old friends that now are gone Onward they go and still press on Life back then has come to change Style today seems quite strange Hands start to shake and tremble Different faces soon resemble Hair turns white or silver-grey Hoping to see just one more day Bones feel out of place Slowing heartbeat in the chest The time will come for all to rest

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Poem 2

A rolling stone collects no moss But one to push it is the loss One to stand with open eyes To leave the world and all its lies One to try with all their might To bring to life everlasting light One to halt the gears of time To fight against the hidden crime One to do and not give up Death itself could not disrupt One to stop and look around Instead of looking to the ground One to start a revolution By asking the obvious, simple question Catching bricks that have been thrown They build their grand and humble throne

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Poem 3

Creaking sounds beneath your bed Nightmare figures in your head Shadows grow along the wall Unknown noises from the hall Close your eyes and hold them tight Reach your hand up for the light Shadows gone and all is well Comfort in you fills and swells Back to sleep you soon fall The room us still, sounds and all

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Poem 4

One window is all I need I see myself starring back at me The glass, my prison, is obsolete My eyes, the keys to worlds beyond There stands my future self A hopeless dream with a worn out song

Here I sit with visions future, present, past Merged together in a silent horror Myself, slumped with my own dismay Cloaked with grief and doubled over

The faded cloud of lost imagination Comes to mock my wretched day Full of pictures, too fuzzy to be seen Still, it comes to haunt and stay

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Poem 5

Sorrow is deep violet Too bitter for the tongue It smells of spoiled milk or meat Sorrow is a void, endlessly deep Through its silence the occasional moan Sorrow is the hollow feeling, left alone

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Poem 6

Hearts are daggers Like weapons, they cause pain They cause one to stagger To use it brings no gain Hearts are poison Like tools, they bring war When used tears begin to run To control should never be a chore

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Poem 7

The day is gone and cannot harm you Let the crimson twilight now ensue Walk a path of past and pain Walk inside, out of the rain Turn and watch your footsteps fade A somber end to day’s harsh raid Peace is present as a calming rest Walk away from an endless test Let the day slip from your view Let silver midnight now ensue To the day we’re forever bound We sit, waiting for the moon’s gentle sound Dream of crystal waters and gilded trees Sail on docile and devoting seas Love in the tranquil arms of night Walk in peace into the sun’s insipid light

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sorry guys. I failed this year.

Egoween

Due to some personal issues, I have not been able to upload any new stories for egoween. I have them handwritten, but posting them is not something I’m going to be able to do for awhile. Hopefully by the end of this week, I’ll be able to post all of them at once. Again, I am so sorry about this. I will return.

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The Great Vacation

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9 October: He could taste the dust and sulfur in the air, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being home again.

It was that time of year again. Autumn leaves filled the streets and the cold air pushed the arrival of winter. The crisp orange and red colors painted the scenes of foliage outside. Anti couldn’t stand it. The fall was only the beginning of frigid weather and cabin fever. If he was going to do anything fun, now was the time to do it. The only issue was where.

All of Anti’s favorite locations were closed for the year. He considered just going for a calm hike but his animosity toward the wind changed his mind. Somewhere warm. That’s what he needed. Somewhere not too far away but still pleasant in temperature was the perfect retreat. However, as much as he thought, he couldn’t think of anything. Then it came to him.

It wasn’t very close, but the idea of visiting it excited Anti. There was a small city several hundreds of miles away. Its quiet nature erased it from every printed map available. Few people were aware of its existence, but to Anti, it was a paradise.

The next day Anti woke up early to depart. After leaving a brief note, he was out the door. Normally, Anti preferred simple teleportation for trips like this, but there was a joy that came with moving across the country that seemed right. His chosen method of travel for this ride was by train. Again, this decision was based on Anti’s intuition.

At the train station, Anti had a moment of reconsideration. It was a long trip. He didn’t give anyone at home a proper warning. Would they worry? Would they be angry with him? Was he being selfish to abandon everyone else like this? It was only for a day or two. Maybe the train wasn’t the best idea. He could get there in a second, spend a few hours there, and be home before lunch. No one would even know he was gone.

The train pulled in and began unloading its passengers. It was decided, Anti would make this a quick visit. He didn’t need to waste time on a pointless train. The travelers finished exiting the train, and Anti subconsciously walked onboard. He found a seat without thought and sat next to a window. Moments later, the train lurched forward, and the journey was in full force.

It took a few minutes for Anti to realize exactly what he did. It wasn’t too late to simply snap his fingers and skip the extra step of the train. However, Anti grabbed his earbuds and turned on some music. The entire time, he stared out the window and admired the passing colors. The thousands of leaves and trees slowly lulled Anti to sleep. Soon, the restful ride came to its inevitable end.

However, the commute to the elusive city wasn’t over. There was still a decent hike back into the hills before any signs of human life could be seen. Still adorned with his earbuds, he set out. Despite his ability to bypass the climb, Anti still chose to ignore it and take the natural route.

It was tiring, but before he collapsed with exhaustion, Anti arrived at the forgotten town. He could taste the dust and sulfur in the air, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being home again. The city was void of life. The people were sparse and grim. Small embers of barrel fires flickered, scattered across the area. Anti wasn’t sure what to do first, but he knew this vacation was going to be great.

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Nose to the Grindstone

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8 October: The man in front of him, let out an exasperated sigh as he glared.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

Marvin knew magic was real. True, most of his tricks were sleight of hand, but he was sure it existed. So, it was strange that he would be surprised when the statue appeared in the back yard. There was nothing that stood out with the stone figure. No glowing eyes. No hostile aura. It was just a statue. Nothing more than soulless rock.

At first, Marvin didn’t notice the statue. He rarely ventured outside, and JJ was always redecoration the yard. Raking the fallen leaves, Marvin couldn’t help but notice the odd obelisk. It didn’t fit the current theme of the area and was much too large for JJ to move on his own. The statue fit the description of an elderly man, his back hunched over and wrinkles masking his face. With a shiver, Marvin resumed his work and avoided thinking of the ominous sculpture.

That night, sleep failed to overcome the young magician. His mind focused on the statue. In his dreams, the stonework surrounded him. He could not escape it. He was cursed. The painful details of the sculpture occupied his thoughts. He was imprisoned by his own imagination. It appeared in everything he saw. It was a nightmare.

When morning finally surfaced, Marvin swore to never go out in the backyard again. He never wanted to see the statue again. He wasn’t going to look, yet a wicked curiosity in the dark crevasses of his heart yearned for another look. He couldn’t resist. The statue called him, and he had no choice but to obey. Outside, the stone figure stood. It was still there, yet something seemed off. The haunting feelings inside Marvin changed their mind. It was time to go back inside. If only he had investigated further. Maybe he would have noticed the matted grass just behind the figure.

The whole day, Marvin couldn’t keep his mind off the statue. He would stare into space while doing various tasks. Not even his magic tricks could shake the trance. After eating a bland lunch, he subconsciously wandered back to the sculpture. It was true. The stone man was now several feet closer to the door to the house.

Now what? Marvin tried to move the figure back, but its weight rendered his efforts useless. Panic filled his veins. Somehow, this immoveable wall managed to threaten Marvin. This statue was attacking him with its formidable presence. He had no other choice but to retreat.

Several instincts on full alert, Marvin rushed inside and locked the door behind him. It wouldn’t be enough. The only secure defense against the massive rock was a barricade. He rolled the piano to block the door. Everything he could carry was piled on top to add strength.

The rest of the evening, Marvin hid in his room. He couldn’t risk leaving and being caught by the monster outside. Hours passed, and Marvin’s drowsiness wore him down to sleep. His dreams were relaxed and filled with calm scenery. In the midst of his peaceful oasis, a thunderous thump echoed below. Marvin jolted awake, fully aware of its source. Trembling under his covers, Marvin wished the noise would disappear. Against his better hopes, the echoes persisted.

He had no choice. Still wrapped in his blanket, Marvin made his way downstairs to the barricaded door. With each new thump, the piano pile rattled and rocked. It’s an idiotic piece of stone. It can’t bang on a door like that. The thumping must be from some wild animal. With this formulated confidence, Marvin removed his barricade. A single deep breath, and he opened the door.

Filling the entire doorway, the statue towered over the small magician. He would have screamed, but his terror immobilized his body. He would have screamed, but his lungs were frozen. The man in front of him, let out an exasperated sigh as he glared.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

Still petrified, Marvin could only stare as the massive sculpture trampled and crushed him as it continued to its unknown destination.

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Passing of the Candy Bowl

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7 October: “I’m not doing this.” “You don’t have a choice.”

Halloween arrived, and Wil was in his own world. His time was occupied with decorations and other spooky preparations. He sent four Jims out to buy candy for the evening. It may have been a poor decision, but he sent them out in the morning, so there was a chance they’d be back in time. Wil had no time to worry about it. His focus was centered on absolute perfection. All the other egos knew to either stay out of Wil’s way or obey his every command.

The wild mustached man scurried from room to room, orange, black and white streamers trailing behind him. The widows overflowed with masses of fake cobwebs. Spiders scattered on the lawn. The entire manor was covered in yellows, greens, and purples. Even the trees failed to escape the Halloween spirit. Wil instructed Host to hang LED candles from the branches. It seemed a bit overboard, but the effect would be awe-inspiring.

The ego mansion was the most popular house around. Wil was known for giving out the largest and sweetest candy. Why it was so sugary, no one knew. Wil’s lasting secret was his most prized possession. When asked about it, Wil would simply say it was the love he put into handing it out, but everyone knew better.

The evening was growing closer, and the Jims were still gone. Panicked, Wil added more decorations to the ones already existing to relax himself and take his mind off of the Jim’s tardiness. Another layer of witches and bats, and the Jims finally arrived. They gave a longwinded excuse of being distracted by an event at the local zoo, but Wil didn’t care for it. The candy was here.

Wil filled his bathtub sized bowl with the assorted candy. It was perfect for a smooth Halloween night. Then the problem arose. A fit of coughing hit Wil mercilessly. All the other egos could tell he was getting sick. No, Wil would not allow it. Even Dr. Iplier tried to convince Wil of his sickness. Eventually, it was left to Dark to talk sense into Wil.

“Wil dear, you’re sick. Go to bed.”

“I can’t. I’ve got work to do.”

“Forget Halloween. It comes ever year. You need rest.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Dark grabbed Wil be the wrist and warped both of them to Wil’s room. Wil tried to tackle Dark and get to the door, but his illness gave him no success. Dark was not about to let Wil do anything while this sick. After a few minutes of wrestling, Wil finally gave up, flopping down onto his bed.

“Fine,” he muttered,” Under one condition.”

“Okay.”

“You hand out the candy for me.”

“Excuse me?”

Please Darky, there are hundreds of children out there who deserve that candy, and you are the only person who can help them.”

“Fine.”

Wil slept peacefully the rest of the night. Meanwhile, Dark sat in the living room, patiently and loyally waiting for the doorbell to ring. The candy was just as sweet, and the evening passed just as it did every year before.

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Egoween

Due to some personal issues, I have not been able to upload any new stories for egoween. I have them handwritten, but posting them is not something I'm going to be able to do for awhile. Hopefully by the end of this week, I'll be able to post all of them at once. Again, I am so sorry about this. I will return.

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The Beasts Outside

@haunted-egoween

short and sweet this time.

6 October: “The clock hit midnight, and the howling only started.”

The clock hit midnight, and the howling only started. The powerful guttural sounds woke Schneep from his peaceful slumber. He was no veterinarian, but even he knew no animal could make such a noise. Panicked, the doctor looked out the window. The moonless night made it impossible to find the source of the howls. Did he imagine it? Another howl rang out from the shadows. Nope, the threat was very really.

Schneep threw on a robe and entered the hallway. Next door to Schneep’s room, Chase remained asleep. However, his dreams were interrupted when Schneep shook him awake.

“Chase! You must vake up! Der are vild animals outside!”

“Dude, it’s probably just raccoons or something. Go back to bed.”

“Raccoons? No! Der are vicious beasts out, howling!”

“Fine, let’s go get Anti then.”

The pair tiptoed to Anti’s room. Inside, his bed was empty. This wasn’t too unusual. Anti often was about at night. He was probably crocheting in the living room or getting something to eat in the kitchen. However, the two were disappointed when they couldn’t find him in either room.

“Oh no! Oh no! He has surely been devoured.”

Another howl echoed in the night sky, sending chills down both men’s spines. If Anti couldn’t win against such a beast, no one in the Septic household could. They could get Jackaboyman, but even he was no match for a monster of this potency.

“Shit man. I think you’re right. Anti’s dead. Unless…”

Schneep knew exactly what Chase was thinking. It was a horrible idea, but there was nothing else the two could do.

“I’m not going out der! You go!”

“Together then, coward!”

Shaking, the pair peeked outside. Nothing was visible from that distance. If they were to see what was happening, they would need to go deeper into the shadows. They had no choice but to wander out of the house. The howling came from the backyard. Scheep and Chase huddled together and peered into the yard. Anti stood on the lawn, gazing into the dark.

“You’re okay! What are you doing out here?”

Anti turned to the approaching duo and giggled to himself.

“Watch this.”

Anti snapped his fingers and a howl rang in the distance. Schneep and Chase didn’t know what to do. The beasts were coming. They were going to die. They would all be mauled and torn to shreds. The sound of trampling feet grew louder, and a massive shadow appeared from the distance. When it came into view, the pair recognized it as an abnormally large canine. It was no earthly dog, but a dog none the less.

“Yeah, I got a dog.”