I'm watching the "Nightmare Before Christmas" for the twelth time this week. I t reminds me that I've only bought presents for half of the people on my list and I've only got till tomorrow.I drift off, considering what to get Uncle Luise and Great Aunt Stelicy.
Black.Falling.Endlessly.It feels like seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. Years. I'm cold, and shivering furriously. Fog. I can't see. Red. Polk-a-dots on wonderous white wheels. Beauty is intensed with violet. A trail. I follow.
FLESH. In small chunks. A dear. With peircing eyes. Somethings not normal about this natural creature. That's it, it's eyes. Not a black pit, but a scarlet-maroon. T he color of blood lust. It opens it's mouth. Fangs. As long as steak knives, and just as dazzeling sharp. I can not scream. Or gasp. I can not breath. This magnificent creature glances at me and trounces away proudly. I fall to my knees. And cry. Sobbing that turns to ice, a sleet sheet, plastered to my face. I'm still cold. I fall. I drift away. From reality. From cold. From life.
End
Please be nice about grammer(really bad at it) and as you can see i am more of a poet than a novalist.XP
