In the confusion attending my fall, I did not immediately apprehend a somewhat  startling circumstance , which yet, in a few seconds afterward, and while I  still lay prostrate, arrested my attention. It was this: my chin rested upon the  floor of the prison, but my lips, and the upper portion of my head, although  seemingly at a less elevation than the chin, touched nothing. At the same time,  my forehead seemed bathed in a clammy vapour, and the peculiar smell of decayed  fungus arose to my nostrils. I put forward my arm, and shuddered to find that I  had fallen at the very brink of a circular pit, whose extent of course I had no  means of ascertaining at the moment. Groping about the masonry just below the  margin, I succeeded in dislodging a small fragment, and let it fall into the  abyss. For many seconds I hearkened to its reverberations as it dashed against  the sides of the chasm in its descent ; at length there was a sullen plunge into  water, succeeded by loud echoes. At the same moment there came a sound  resembling the quick opening, and as rapid closing of a door overhead, while a  faint gleam of light flashed suddenly through the gloom, and as suddenly faded  away.

the fear by lorrainemd

Originally posted 2011-07-15 21:54:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

 The inevitable triumph of illusion over reality that was the single most obvious truth about the history of the human race.

Originally posted 2011-08-08 18:30:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.

Alien by Leon322

Originally posted 2011-08-01 20:35:15. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

 We came in the wind of the carnival.  A wind of change, or promises.  The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.

Originally posted 2011-07-30 19:34:32. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
I ascend my stairs once more,
While waves remote in pale blue starlight
Crash on a white sand shore.
It is moonlight. The garden is silent.
I stand in my room alone.
Across my wall, from the far-off moon,
A rain of fire is thrown.
There are houses hanging above the stars,
And stars hung under the sea,
And a wind from the long blue vault of time
Waves my curtains for me.
I wait in the dark once more,
swung between space and space:
Before the mirror I lift my hands
And face my remembered face.

childhood fears under the stairs by unknown

Originally posted 2011-08-06 18:16:18. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

The most pathetic person in the world is some one who has sight but no vision.

Wasabi Chips

Originally posted 2011-07-28 22:12:30. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

 It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.

invisible by unknown

Originally posted 2011-07-27 22:08:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Childhood Fears by Joshua Hoffine

Originally posted 2011-07-24 08:06:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

 But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them

Originally posted 2011-08-16 18:50:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter