|WEEKLY FEATURE : October 15th|
Agarwal Houses Chapter 2Agarwal HousesAgarwal Houses Chapter 2 by sevenofeleven
Dim lights flickered and buzzed above Shobbi. She knew it was a dream, a really vivid one but she could not wake up. The stink of bleach and something else tickled her nose. Shobbi sneezed. She tried to get up, but her butt seemed to be glued to the chair. On her left and right, washing machines crusted with some sort of brownish filth spun and gurgled. Shobbi looked into the window of the one on her right to see what was being washed, but the roiling black liquid revealed nothing. Her head felt like it was spinning after a few minutes. Shobbi shook it to clear her mind.
Shobbi looked around the laundromat. The walls were covered with some sort of black nasty liquid that slid downward. On the floor there was a mixture of soap suds, and detritus she really didn't want to try to identify. In the distance, something screamed a rusty cry of despair. It was repeated by a washing machine near her. It shook and then stopped.
Again Shobbi tried to
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyspeak up before it's too late by Tangled-Tales
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Midnight In DisguiseShe wanted to blend in among alpine bridge pillarsMidnight In Disguise by LUCKy-LoTi
Her red wine eyes hidden away in fog that stained irises in bloom
She is strong but held on for too long
She wanted to witness numerous suicides of winter’s name
So she may otherwise convince herself within a timeframe
Every forsaken martyr jumped without hesitation
Believing that he would be the last to join Lucifer
But she drew impertinent of this act of self-hate
And became obsessed with burns and blades
Why was her ghost poetry so hypnotizing
Her view from above was not as obscured as it seemed
But she was forced under ice to surrender to joyous deeds
Every dawn was now an error in her exertions
She was advised to repair herself
Because her poetry slaughtered admirers’ throats
Leaving a harrowing maroon note
She could not hold captive her tears in a jar
The moon now had a companion in her
Whilst she balanced on the bars
With pink shoes hung by a wire, the very wind sucked her voice away
Leaving her to asphyxiate on dry
TreacherousOnce was a woman with flawless complexionTreacherous by Vedokun
Proved to be all gentlemen's distraction
Nothing was there that she couldn't achieve
No one was there that she wouldn't deceive
Silent cruelty beneath all her lies
Plotting each of her enemies' demise
The things she did, the things she said
Made little white lies turn bloody red
Pretty and appealing, like a reward
By all kinds of people she was adored
The beautiful vixen's fame soon increased
But behind her beauty was roaring a beast
With her black soul her days were sunny
Lying her way through to guilt-free money
However this damsel never grew to be old
She went to Hell with the last lie that she told
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