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AsylumAsylumAsylum by ~Gandalfgirl579
Sadistic laughter floats down the hall
It's that murderer again
He's always laughing
It's driving me mad
I can hear him in my head
Even when he's gone silent
I wasn't crazy when I got here
But I'm going crazy now
You know what they say, don't you?
If you can't beat them,
Blood And Ink (Prologue)‘A vigil is being held tonight for 36-year-old Helen Morrison, found dead near her home in Bradford with her throat cut…’ ‘Three men were found in the woods yesterday, stabbed to death. Their bodies have not yet been identified and police have no leads as to who is responsible for the murder.’ ‘18-year-old Michael Moore was discovered at his home in Yeadon with his throat slit last night. As yet the police have not confirmed whether this murder is linked to similar deaths that have occurred over the past few months…’ ‘Newly-weds Alice and John Praves died two days ago, the night after they returned from their honeymoon, from knife wounds to the throat and abdomen. This stabbing closely resembles multiple deaths that have been reported in increasing numbers since last year…’ ‘…The investigation into the murders is ongoing, aBlood And Ink (Prologue) by ~heisbreakingmyheart
Inside my mindInside my mindInside my mind by ~Winter-Fallspring
My mind is a curious place.
It is a vast empty marble meeting room where i talk to echoes of myself.
It is a prison that i cannot escape; with walls made out of shadows and regrets.
It is the mirrored inside of a pure crystal where all my flaws are reflected and magnified.
It is a shifting, elaborate funhouse where everything changes; everythings the same but it changes position. The furniture might on the wall when you look at it the first time; then you look back and its on the ceiling.
It is a laboratory where my mind automatically analyzes anyone whose eyes I look into.
It is a recording studio where the voices of the past still echo; where music paints pictures made of light upon the walls.
It's an closet where i can escape from the past; and yet it's an attic that stores everything that ever happened to me in dusty old boxes.
It's a crawlspace where i can hide from the future; and yet the days of my life are written upon every inch of the walls in an indecipherable
Book Review: A Witch in Winter, by Ruth WarburtonBook Review: A Witch in Winter, by Ruth WarburtonBook Review: A Witch in Winter, by Ruth Warburton by ~vampirekiki
Blurb taken from Goodreads.com: Anna Winterson doesn't know she's a witch and would probably mock you for believing in magic, but after moving to the small town of Winter with her father, she learns more than she ever wanted to about power. When Anna meets Seth, she is smitten, but when she enchants him to love her, she unwittingly amplifies a deadly conflict between two witch clans and splits her own heart in two. She wants to love Seth, to let him love her—but if it is her magic that's controlling his passion, then she is as monstrous as the witch clan who are trying to use her amazing powers for their own gain. When love is tangled up in magic, how do you know what's real?
Remember how Beautiful Creatures (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6304335-beautiful-creatures?ac=1) was being accused of being a Twilight wannabe when it first came out?
To tell you the true, not once had I thought about Twilight when I read