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Eris had finally finished all her schooling and moved across the ocean to be with her lover. After a while, she started to make a name for herself and the two decided to move into an actual house. While Eris was working and Julia was home, and bored, she noticed a string beside the top of the staircase. She pulled on it and a trap door in the middle of the stairs opened and shut. The stairs turned to glass and showed a slide beneath. They soon changed back to wood. She was very confused.

A few days later, Eris saw the string and pulled on it. Julia was standing on the stairs, fell through the trap door, and landed on the slide. The stairs turned to glass and Eris could see Julia disappearing down into the darkness. They turned swiftly back to wood, and she was gone.

Eris was sitting on the sofa, trying to figure out what to do, when she heard a click. She spun ‘round and saw a little piece of the wall was opening. Someone was trying to crawl out. Whoever it was didn’t seem to have enough strength to do it. Then the person spoke, very quietly, barely audible “Love, are you there?” Eris jumped up and ran over. She pulled Julia out of the hole in the wall and laid her down. She was covered in blood and still bleeding, “What happened?!” No answer, Julia had passed out. Eris ran to the phone to call an ambulance. But before she did she looked back. Though still covered in blood, Julia’s wounds had healed. Eris set the phone down and walked back to Julia. What was going on?

Shortly after, Julia began to stir. “Are you alright? What happened?” Eris was frantic for answers. Julia tried to sit up but couldn’t, she stilled lacked both strength and blood. “Stay there,” Eris said gently “Tell me what happened.” Julia smiled up at her then said “I’m not too sure. I don’t remember most of it. All I remember for sure is coming off that slide, someone grabbing me, and a sharp pain in my neck. The rest is blurry, like a dream.” “What’s that part?” “A bunch of people came out of a door and I was laid down on the floor, I think my head might have been on a pillow. They lit candles and brought out knives. They started arguing about something. But they stopped and started to cut me. I didn’t feel it and I couldn’t move. They would always dip their knives in something before each cut. Then everything went black. I woke up in a small room with a light over a small door with a latch on it. I felt so weak I could barely move the latch. And, well, the rest you know.” Eris was dumbfounded. Were there really people below the house? And what were they trying to do? They obviously meant for her to live. What other traps did they have around here? They needed to get out. Now. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up. All the doors and windows were flickering. As if trying to decide whether to go or stay. They went. Eris went over and felt where a window had been. It was truly gone. They were trapped.

Suddenly Julia screamed. Eris turned and saw 3 people by her, two were holding her and one had a syringe. Then someone grabbed her, she couldn’t get free. Julia was struggling and the 3 people were arguing “I told you that mixture wouldn’t be enough!” “Don’t worry, this’ll fix it.” “Stop struggling you idiot!” “Anywhere?” “Yeah.” The syringe pierced Julia’s flesh and she froze. It turned pitch black and Eris was released. She heard a soft thump and the lights came back on. All the people were gone. She nervously went over to Julia, she was unresponsive. Eris wasn’t sure if she had just witnessed her lover’s murder.

In a few minutes Julia sat straight up and started gasping for air. She looked around apprehensively and relaxed when she saw no one but Eris. Eris threw her arms around her “I thought I had lost you!” Julia stared off into space “They seem to want to keep me alive. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” Eris pulled her close “Don’t talk like that, love.” Julia leaned against her, but didn’t respond.

The lights had been slowly dimming. “Do you think they’re trying to match the phasing of the sun?” Julia said. “Entirely possible.” Was Eris’ response. Walls then appeared around them with the only outlet up the stairs. “They obviously want control over our movements.” Eris commented as they followed the newly formed passage to the bed room. The lights then went out and they could barely see each other, despite being so close. Julia curled up in Eris’ arms “I’m scared.” Eris held her tight. She was scared too, but thought it best not to say so.

Eris woke up in the middle of the night and heard whispering. She still couldn’t see, but could feel that Julia was still in the bed beside her. She could hear bits of what was being said, and she didn’t like it. She laid back down and held Julia protectively. “Do you hear that too?” It was Julia, she was awake. “The whispering?” Eris replied, not loosening her grip. “Yeah.” Julia spoke as though lost in thought. After a pause she continued. “What do you think they want? Whatever it is must be important for them to go to all this trouble. Setting this up couldn’t have been easy.” “There’s no telling what they want. And I would think this had to be an expensive set up as well and would easily draw suspicion. No house is built without windows or doors.”

They had fallen back asleep when they were awoken again. Eris felt a sharp pain on her arm, as though she had received a small cut and was bleeding slightly. She felt Julia flinch and felt her blood gushing against her arm. Where was she cut?! Her chest, there was a huge gash there. Eris started panicking. She didn’t know what to do. The lights flashed on and Eris saw the extent of Julia’s injury. Julia was bleeding so much, Eris knew she would die soon if she didn’t get help. Eris was grabbed from behind again, held firmly with a hand clasped over her mouth. A group of people went over to Julia. They put a mask on her and began to stitch her chest closed. Eris tried to turn her head away. But the person holding her wouldn’t let her. Eris was still on the bed not far from Julia. She closed her eyes and tears began to roll down her cheeks. These people were targeting Julia, and there was nothing she could do. When the person holding her loosened their grip, she cautiously opened her eyes. Most of the people had gone. Only one was still there. The person was putting a liquid over where Julia was stitched. The person gave her an injection and left. Eris was released. A warning came from the walls, “Don’t wipe the liquid off her stitches.” Then all was quiet.

It felt like hours passed as Eris sat there, wondering if Julia would wake up. She was still breathing, and that gave her hope. Her heart jumped when Julia groaned and moved a little. “Love? Are you awake? Oh please!” After a minute Julia answered “Yes, I am.” She opened her eyes and Eris could see the tears welling up in them “Why do they do this? Why do they put me on the verge of death then bring me back? Why don’t they let us go?” Eris brushed some hair back from Julia’s face “I don’t know, love. I wish I did.”

A little later Julia felt her chest where the wound had been “It doesn’t feel like anything’s there.” Eris looked, the wound had gone. “Does it still hurt?” “No.” Julia sat up “I don’t get this place…I just wanna leave.” Eris kissed her “So do I.”

They heard something sliding. They looked and saw that a small compartment had opened. When they looked inside they saw a folded set of clothes for each of them. Julia, especially, was glad to change out of her bloody clothes that were decorated with knife holes.

Once they had changed they heard another sliding sound. And they went through a door out into a hallway. It wasn’t much of a hallway, just some stairs. When they descended the stairs they found food set out for them on a table. “Should we eat it?” Julia asked. “I’m not sure.” Eris was skeptical. Then looked up sharply, “This doesn’t make sense. Why give us new clothes now? Why didn’t they do it before? Your clothes were already bloody and shredded from their first attack. And why wait till now to feed us? It just doesn’t make sense.” “What do you think they’d do if we refused their food?” “I wouldn’t be surprised if they let us starve to death.” Suddenly Julia grabbed her shoulder and collapsed. Eris ran over and found a blow dart stuck in deep. Just then she felt a pain in her neck and everything went black.

When they woke up they were in a dimly lit room with a staircase. All around them were knives stuck into the ground and lit candles. Neither one was hurt. A light came on and shone like a spotlight onto the staircase. When they began to climb it the light went off. It was impossible to see anything now and they kept tripping. The stairs turned randomly and seemed to go on forever. But at last they saw what looked like the outline of a door up ahead. The door was reluctant to open. But when it did, they saw the outside world. They were finally free.

A hand reaches out and pulls you into a back alley. You are restrained and gagged, before being dragged down the alley and into a warehouse. You are dragged over to a mat surrounded by many cutting tools. Your restraints are removed and you're attached by chains to the floor. Unable to move, and unable to see because of a blindfold, terror over comes you. You begin to tremble and beg for your life, but you get no response except for the feeling of your shirt being pulled up and a sharp pain that slowly moves down from your upper chest to right above your groin. You feel another pain move from your left side to your right, and everything goes black. But then you awake. You think you see your body still on the mat. It feels as though you're trapped in a jar, you haven't a clue what's going on. You see the person who grabbed you stand up and come towards you, the fear returns. The person, a young girl maybe 12, picks up the jar you’re in and begins to speak. “I have preformed experiments on your body, now your corpse. And now this, your spirit, will be experimented on.”

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If curiosity was framed by stupidity as the one who killed the cat…..how did stupidity do it? Did it have help? Stupidity by itself wouldn't be able to pull off a successful frame up. Maybe when clever was trying to explain the difference between himself and dumb luck to dumb luck the two of them came upon stupidity standing over a dead cat crying. When they asked what happened stupidity replied “It was an accident! I thought those were the nice bullets!” Dumb luck and clever were good friends with stupidity and didn’t want him to get in trouble. They decided to frame curiosity because of how annoying she was, always asking questions and getting into things that were none of her business. They quickly went to work while explaining things to stupidity. When asked about the cat they said “It must have been curiosity. She must have wondered what it would be like to fire a gun.” And because honesty wasn't around when it happened curiosity was thrown in jail. But not long after she got in, her friend mischief broke her out. Mischief had learned from another one of their friends, flirt, what had actually happened. As she told curiosity about it, revenge walked up. Mischief smiled and the two of them began plotting against stupidity, clever, and dumb luck. They went and found flirt and recruited her for the plan. In the end stupidity, clever, and dumb luck got in more trouble than they would have if they hadn't framed curiosity. And had to go through a good deal of taunting and general harassment before the girls decided to alert the authorities.

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As usual he wakes just as everyone in the surrounding trailers was preparing for sleep. He got up off his small mattress that lay on the floor and got dressed. As usual he wore dark cloths, but nothing that screamed “serial killer”. Besides that, he was frequently up and about during the day. People thought he was kind but a little strange. A lot of people trusted him to watch their kids. He liked that. He could get the younger ones to show him where their parents hid keys. But finally it was time. He left his trailer and walked down a few and took the key from its hiding place with a gloved hand. He silently unlocked and opened the door and walked down the hallway to the only bedroom without making a sound. This house didn’t have kids, he had found the key himself. He knew the husband kept a gun. So he would be the first to die. He moved quickly and quietly across the room and cried out as he lunged. His initial attack was swift and efficient. He would make sure neither could scream or run. A few carefully placed slices did the trick every time. Then he tied the woman and made her watch as he slowly killed and dismembered her husband. Forced her to watch him writhe in pain and eventually become pale, limp, and lifeless. The woman fainted and he woke her with some smelling salts he carried for this purpose. He then continued with his satanic task. He ripped the man’s skin off his body and tore his muscle from his bones. As each piece came loose he threw it at the sobbing woman. Eventually he was done. She had fainted for the fourth or fifth time and wouldn’t wake up. So he made his getaway and wondered how long before he was caught. How many more times was he going to get to kill? He didn’t want to be caught of course. But he was smart enough to know that it was inevitable.

I'd like to ask that you not put other bits of writing in my thread
this is for my writing and comments on it
thank you

why? my little story about curiosity being framed?

yes..out of all of them it was defiantly that one...no way it could be about the serial killer removing people's skin..no it was the curiosity story

who- my soul goes to no one without a fight

haha jokes on you I'm an atheist, therefore I don't have a soul

Some poems I wrote based on the Canterbury Tales
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The Writer

He was a young school boy,
With a beautiful story.
He thought all night and wrote all day.
He was a handsome young man, his name was Jay.
He spun lovely poems that could make people smile or cry.
Whenever he was writing he felt a great high.
He didn’t care about his lessons,
He only cared for his writing sessions.
Eventually Jay graduated,
And when he did he was elated.
Now he was free to write as much as he pleased,
And he made money with great ease.
He married the daughter of a high ranking official.
With as beautiful as a song bird she sang
Songs that Jay wrote for her, and then with a bang
Jay’s life was cut short by a jealous rival.
And with the arrival
Of Jay’s death, came indescribable sorrow.
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The Coward

This man, Oscar was his name,
He was more cowardly than a dame.
Oscar was scared of everything.
People agreed that there had to be something
That he did not fear.
Then one day that “thing” did appear.
Her name was Abigail.
Every last detail
Was perfectly suited for our Oscar dear.
She made his fears instantly disappear.
Alas! Alas! She never saw him standing there.
Abigail, so fair.
So pure of heart and soul.
Losing Abigail took its toll.
Poor young Oscar began to lose his hair.
He realized that true love is rare.
Oscar began to be depressed
Thinking that nothing could put his soul to rest.
One day at dawn he took his life,
Fore he had heard that Abigail was now a wife.
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The Dreamer

Every night as she lay in bed, waiting to fall asleep
Ashley dreamed of things that never could be, instead of counting sheep.
She dreamt of fairies, of mermaids, and all other creatures
With magical features.
“Ashley, sweet child, wake up from those dreams.”
Her mother’s voice would seep through the seams
Of her magical dreams.
But Ashley didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stop,
She wished that she could hop
Right into her fantasies.
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The Drunkard

Mitchell was his name,
And sinning was his game.
He drank and drank all day long.
He would sing a discordant song.
He cussed and cursed at everything in sight.
He patronized prostitutes day and night.
His blond hair was shabby and uncombed.
One set of clothes was all he owned.
One eye was green and one was blue.
His stench was appalling but he hadn’t a clue.
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The Fairy

Her name was Amethyst, I’m fairly sure.
For all ailments she had the cure.
A maiden by day and a fairy by night,
When she transformed it was quite a sight.
Never did she smoke or drink any booze.
She had many suitors from which she could choose.
One particular man caught her eye.
And one night she began to spy
While he peacefully slept.
Then one night as she crept
He suddenly awoke.
Earnestly she spoke
Of her love and her true identity.
His smile was that of uncontrollable glee
As he asked for her hand and she agreed.
Neither could wait to be married, not the groom nor the bride.
At the wedding the bride’s fairy friends and family had to hide,
For only the groom knew her secret.
And he had sworn to keep it private.
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The Fairy’s Lover

Peter was the fairy’s lover.
His goal was, with affection, his love to cover.
Not simply a lover, not simply a groom,
This relationship was abloom.
Sometimes he slept with her during the day,
And at night he let her go and play.
One day at dawn when he awoke
Nowhere was she to be found, and so he spoke
To the other pilgrims, he asked them for help.
When they refused he let out a yelp.
So, alone, he went to search for his beloved
And found that she was being coveted
By another man as she slept in a field.
The two men began to shout.
Soon the shouting turned into a bout.
Amethyst was awake, scared, and screaming.
Blinded by hate neither man heard or saw even a fleeting
Glance of this fair maiden as she ran from the bloody battle.
And she hopped into the saddle
And was never seen again.
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The Inventor

His name is Leon,
And there is nothing he could not improve on.
Leon was a man of charm,
And always had a woman on his arm.
But when in his workshop no disturbances were tolerated.
For fear that his inventions might become tainted.
Eventually, he took a wife.
Then one day they had a fight,
And in spite
Of his warning,
She broke into his workshop hoping to find some of his earnings.
But she triggered one of his devices
And had her skull crushed by the gears, but her husband was indecisive.
He told the police she got what she deserved
For not listening to his warning.
None the less he was still morning
Over the loss of his dear wife.
But his rage made his morning less,
But still he had to confess
That no other woman could replace
His dear Isabel.
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The Killer

This builder was on a murderous streak.
Every week a new victim he did seek.
Man, woman, always a child.
After he killed he was tired.
One day while in a murderous mood
He saw a young girl alone,
He called out to her in a friendly tone.
Thinking nothing of it the girl went to him.
He grabbed her limb
And said, “I want to show you something. Come with me.”
Curious the girl went.
He led her to a hidden cove where they bent
Down to get inside. Suddenly, he began to attack!
She tried to go back,
But he was too fast and she was bleeding too much.
When she collapsed he gave here face a gentle touch
And he wished he had not killed her,
He felt something he had never felt before.
It was regret
For the life he had taken!
It was love
For the girl lying dead on the floor!
What could he do?
Nothing. Nothing!
So he took his knife,
And took his life.
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The Master

“Master, master, please no, no!”
Said the slave as she pleaded for her life.
The other slaves looked on as she was beat,
They all thought, “What a feat!”
“How could he beat such a sweet little girl?”
Then the master gave the whip a swirl,
And with one last scream the girl went limp.
“Obey me you disgusting imps!”
While the slaves were out working that same day
Some of them began to say
“He’s out of control.” “He needs to die.”
And the women would say with a sigh,
“What can we do? He holds the whip!”
Then one slave had an idea and began to slip
Cautiously in to the barn where the scythes were stored,
He gathered them up and made his exit swift.
Distributing them to all the men, this lift
In spirits was refreshing.
Silently they headed towards the house where their master slept.
Quietly they followed the sound of his snoring and crept
Into their master’s room, and surrounded his bed.
Then with a great shout the scythes came down,
They came down again and again.
And when there was nothing left of him,
One slave said, “The devil is dead!”
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The Musician

Erik was his name I think,
He could make any rhythm link.
His instruments were the drum and the flute
He could also play the lute.
He was tall, long and lean,
Also he is very keen.
There is nothing he can’t play.
He has a lover, her name is May.
And his age, no more than twenty.
Of his words there were plenty.
Not a nasty word he spoke,
Even to the meanest folk.
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The Orphan

This poor orphan is only six years old.
She lives on the streets and eats things that stink and are covered with mold.
Did I mention her name, I don't believe I did,
Patty is the name of this poor orphaned kid.
She has one outfit, an old tattered dress,
And I must say, her appearance is a complete mess.
One day she was asked if she would like to stay
With a friendly family who lived far away.
The lady who asked her was dressed very nice.
And Patty did long for something besides old, spoiled rice.
But then Patty thought it might be a trick,
To get her hopes high and let them down quick.
As if reading her mind the lady said,
"This is no trick my dear, we'll give you a warm bed.
We want to help you, you poor starving thing."
So Patty decided to go along
And as they walked the lady began to sing a sweet song.
"You sing very pretty" Patty did say.
"Why thank-you my dear, and by the way
My name is Kailey. I am the lady of the house.
You will be my daughter from here on out."
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The Outcast

The outcast I will speak of here
No one would even go near.
Except for one single, special person
Whom Julie loved till her life was done.
It seems I neglected to tell you
That Julie is the name of the girl in this tale.
And the name of that person, the only one who dared come near
Was a girl named Lanier.
She saw nothing wrong with Julie, nothing at all.
When Julie was mocked, bullied and pushed around
Lanier would step in, and pick Julie up off the ground.
But one day they made it so that she could not get to Julie.
And took Lanier away and locked her up somewhere no one could see.
They tortured poor Julie till she fell back dead
None of them cared in the slightest about this strange girl,
However when Lanier was found dead on the floor
Some said “HA!! We should have done this before!”
Others said “What have we done?!?”
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The Seamstress

She was not of the pretty sort
But she did have men who were willing her to court.
They had no interest in her, only her work.
And every time with a kiss and a smirk
Those awful men took her work for free.
But one day she said "Enough is enough!"
And she showed those men that she was really quite tough.
She put her foot down and said
"Never again will you do this to me!
I’ll get my revenge! Just wait and see!"
She didn't have to think long before she came up with a plan
To get back at each and every man.
The next day she put her plan into action.
Acting as if she had great passion
For each man in turn.
She sung them a song about death and dying.
Before she finished she pulled out a knife.
And every man who had done her wrong, she ended their life.
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The Singer

This singer’s name was Gabriel,
Everyone knew, few would tell
Her how horribly she sung.
She sounded like a dying cat who was coughing up a lung!
Gabriel’s voice grated on everyone’s nerves.
People said, “One day she’ll get what she deserves.”
For she slept around, and did other naughty things,
Such as drinking and smoking, and we all know what that brings!
One day she was singing as she walked,
When someone came out of an alley and began to stalk
Poor Gabriel. Suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her back
In to a dark alley, and he began to attack.
She had refused to sleep with him.
Now he was rapping her, and her future looked dim.
While he was on top of her, she began to plead,
For him not to commit a more evil deed.
But he wasn’t listening. So once he was done
He took out his knife and said, “It’s been fun!”
And with a smirk on his face and rage in his heart
He plunged in his knife then said, “We must part.”