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Creature of the Night: Chap. 8Chapter 8: A Name
You know, my dear, we have yet to give you a name, Dr. Embers smiled and patted her head as they walked down the moonlit halls of the castle.
Given me a name? she asked confusedly, I already have a name. Its its
Its what, my dear?
You dont remember and its okay, Id be rather surprised if you did, he scratched her ears as they stopped before a door, Ah, here we are, our sleeping quarters, he smiled as he opened the door.
She went in ahead, sniffing the air and gazing about the room, her footsteps echoing lightly in the rooms vastness. A small fireplace cast its light upon the room, revealing a large four poster bed, a dresser, a desk, a heavily cushioned chair, and a large bookcase loaded with books.
What do you think, my dear? he bowed slightly and waved about the room, Satisfa
Creature of the Night: Chap. 7Chap. 7: The Dream
Im free? she looked around, warm sun caressing her slender form as she stood in an small clearing in a forest. And Im human? she glanced down at herself, although still grizzled from what appeared to be many years of hard work, but she was okay. Im free? Im free!!! she cheered as she danced around the clearing.
Of course you are, chuckled a dog as it crept out from between the trees, Remember, thats part of the reason we left society.
huh? she stared blankly at the dog.
The dog stared right back, rather puzzled, You dont remember? Awww, come on, you must be joking, messing me with me, the dog laughed, tongue lolling out.
She continued to watch the dog, its grey eyes filled with deep concern.
You dont remember the dog whined slightly.
Creature of the Night: Chap. 6Chapter 6: Neighbors
Oh great now what? she sighed and sunk down onto the hard cold floor, Ive done such a wonderful job. Perhaps I just should have been that wackos dog Would have gotten top treatment. Might still be time for that.
Dont talk like that, another voice drifted in the small window on the cell door.
Who said that? she shot up and gazed through the bars.
Me, I did, the voice said and as she looked out, noticed a hand waving through the bars on the cell directly across from hers.
And who or what exactly are you?
Me? Im Im well, Im not exactly sure what I am, Im just saying, dont give up yet, you dont have to bow before that jerk, even though he did supposedly save us from death but thats what he says about all of us.
All of u
Creature of the Night: Chap. 5Chapter 5: Mad Scientist
Dr. Embers, Sir! a man shouted as he dashed into the room only to find that he was soon pinned upon the floor with an enormous black wolfs jaws at his throat.
Down, girl, Dr. Embers chuckled sleepily, he is simply my butler.
The wolf slowly backed off and sat, still snarling slightly, before him.
S s sir? the butler stammered.
Its alright, shes just the product of my latest work, Dr. Embers smiled, and you had just interrupted our beauty sleep. Now tell me, what is soo important?
W well, he stared worriedly at the wolf, the lab called, said their was a robbery of your creation and they also said that you were the last seen with it. Some girl/creature for the military.
My creation was stolen?! Dr. Embers said angrily and glared at the butler, I want that lab searched up and down, there
Creature of the Night: Chap. 4Chapter 4: Information
You were all but dead when I received you, twisted and mangled with an array wounds from claw marks to bullet wounds. Unfortunately I know nothing of how you ended up that way, but I do know what happened after. You see, I work for that laboratory and Im more or less a mad scientist and my current assignment was to create stronger soldiers for the military. Personally, Im more of a peaceful being, but my curiosity in creating creatures beyond imagination has lead me many places, some of those places at the end of a pitchfork and others at the receiving end of a Nobel Prize, but enough on that, this is about you. Well, I really couldnt save your life by simple means and I had had the idea for a wolfish creature for a long time. I suppose if the public were to see you when your transformation is complete, theyd call you a werewolf, but youre something far better than that, oh
Creature of the Night: Chap. 3Chapter 3: Instincts
Youre still weak from the surgery, but I do have some things to make you feel better, Dr. Embers smiled as he laid her down upon a couch. Ive got some lovely food for you, you just lay here while I go get it, he slipped the leash around a nearby post.
She just smiled weakly back at him and stared wearily around the room, exercising her senses a bit. The castle was definitely old and she could hear the doctors footsteps echo along the endless halls for what seemed like an eternity. The stone walls were cold and damp and the only real light in the room was a stray sunbeam that had made its way in through a small window high above her. The couch she lay upon was rather plush, like the rest of the furniture, warm and inviting. It was all she could do not to curl up and take a long nap.
There was the faint smell of burnt wood lingering in the air along with the newfoun
Creature of the Night: Chap. 2Chapter 2: Safety
It wasnt long before Dr. Embers rushed her into the back of a truck and let her hide in the darkness once more. The truck began to move, gently rocking back and fourth as the trucked seemed to glide over the road. She curled up in a corner, carefully examining herself and noticing that there were few places on her body that didnt have deep scars. What had happened? She tried to remember. There must have been something before that cold dark room in the lab. Anything. She remembered the outside, the forest, the sea, the mountains, but not her own life. She sighed heavily. She couldnt even remember her own name.
Well, whatevers happened, she muttered to herself, I guess it doesnt really matter anymore. Im some sort of monster now with incredible powers from the sounds of it. I must get away from the
Creature of the Night: Chap. 1Chapter 1: The Escape
What? What is it? Who are you? What do you want? a voice hissed through the gloom. Havent you done enough? Cant you just leave me be?
What? another voice whispered through the darkness. Im here to help you. No one should have to spend life trapped in cages.
Free me? Dont you know what Ive become? the first questioned.
The second chuckled softly, I know more about you than you do, now come on, get up. We must get out of here before its too late.
Okay okay the first voice muttered, But where are you?
Just follow my voice, the second said simply.
A light exploded over the scene, tearing the cover of darkness away from them. The first was a girl, brought to her knees by the intensity of the light in her sen
I have an affliction...
or better yet, an addiction...
not to that of drugs or cigarettes...
but of one that either cause a feeling of happiness or regret...
for I played the fool...
an idiot, I stumbled into the bottomless pool...
I thought I was immune...
that I was well in tune...
but my wall crashed down and I allowed it in...
now I can never seem to escape it again...
I often end up hurt or somehow suffering...
relating everything and achieving nothing...
terrified, I run around...
often crashing back to the ground...
unable to retain my full mental state...
always on the point of break...
the extraction of this poison shall never cease...
always running beneath the crease...
I've opened the door to try to gain what I had once cast aside...
but it just doesn't seem to wish to come inside...
I guess that's it, I should have handled things better...
now I can only express myself in letters...
will I ever stop thinking of you?
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
Ive cried like I would never smile
Walked in darkness for half a mile
Saw the sun in the distance for a small while
Without ever feeling its rays.
Ive walked the beachestasted the breeze
There was a time that Ive felt free.
Touched my soul and let life be
Without any regrets to hold.
Ive laughed until I could not breathe
Gasped for air a
I dance in clown shoes.
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
Sex.Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
If I Were A LineIf I were a line
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
made oh-so dramatic,
my thoughts all sporadic.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a colour.
But I am a human,
so pale and flawed,
and easily bored,
(wishing I was adored).
I twist and bend
(these hinges, you see?);
my shape is no other
than the one I can be;
My colour, it changes
because I am a human:
a human thats me.
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Turner's HillOn Turners Hill in snow lit sky,
the very dead of night, and cold,
the joy of life is measured by
a brace of wind and stinging snow
the bane of hand and eye.
Scudding clouds do not deter
the laughs, the shoves, the dares,
a dangerous game is playing here,
unknown by those who run and slide
a fate awaits the years.
Dot Com Derrek struck it rich,
Stilwell died of cancer,
Alex never found his niche,
William died a soldiers death,
Jack became a dancer.
Sled on dear boys! and show no lack
of boldness off the mark!
One by one, straight down the track,
the hill is life and night is death,
there is no going back.
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with Butterflies
In moments that we seize
They guide us with our heart and soul
Placing themselves in our memories
In days so dark we find them there
We feel them midst our pain
Guiding us to all tranquility
Till we are whole again
We see them in each golden day
They flutter strong and true
Each one more glorious than the next
Their colours a vivid hue
Our laughter guides each Butterfly
To peace and harmony
To place them amongst the flowers
To dance in reverie
Such gentle creatures as they fly
Their silence creating calm
We watch them with surprise and mirth
A cool and soothing balm
Butterflies are our gifts from God
To show us all the light
To guide us in our daily quest
Turning what is wrong to right
So next time you see a Butterfly
Treat this creature with your love
Filling all your memories with their beauty
As they flutter up above
Dream WeaverDream Weaver, Please
Weave me a dream
Make it the best
That I've ever seen
Fill it with joy
For you and for me
Fill it with hope
For the whole world to see
Paint it in colours
To bring us delight
To replace all the darkness
Except for the night
Bathe it in sunshine
As warm as its rays
Fill it with friendship
To last all our days
Give peace in our sorrow
and joy in our song
Weave this dream soon
Do not wait too long
We all need our dreams
To be and to see
To share all we have
From you and from me
Thank you Dream Weaver
For weaving this dream
It is the best dream
That I've ever dreamed..
an alternate final stanza:
Thank you dream Weaver
For helping me see
That life is as beautiful
As we allow it to be...
Algebra IILearned to run before I could walk,
Learned to sing before I could talk.
Embraced the advanced, forget the basics,
Teetering precariously on an unsteady basis.
Content with the Pythagorean theorem,
Yet stupid mistakes throw me into the other room.
It's kinda sad and oh how bored,
As the teacher sprawls old math across the chalkboard...
There was a time when I once surpassed,
Almost the entire class.
Now I'll have to claw to the top,
Ensure that the stupid mistakes come to a stop!
Learn to study, haven't done that in years...
Homework burring me up to my ears,
It's going to be difficult, but I must do it!
Otherwise I might as well just say, "screw it..."
Take up a job at the fast food joint...
Rot away, have life lose all point...
But no! I refuse to let that happen,
There is no way I'll allow my life to sadden.
There must be a way for it all to work out,
A social life/studying, there is little doubt.
I leave now on a happier note,
Hopefully it stays, this flash of hope.
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