Off To Dreamland...Off To DreamlandůShe was tired, very tired, and he knew it, he was calling her. With that she fell asleep and off she went to dreamlandůNow dreamland was no ordinary place. It was a separate world altogether, only the specially selected getting called to go there. Addie was one of those special few, bought to dreamland by Xerin, master of the realm. But what exactly was the realm? Well, imagine this: A library filled high with books, the best ever written, and at the end a doorway, so small it is almost lost. Through the doorway is a wonderland, a dark, surreal wonderland. A tower resides in the middle, with a spiral staircase leading to it. The garden is filled with tall spirally trees, roses of black and red, and of course, thorn bushes. The tower, filled with weird and wonderful instruments, works of art and Zyre, was the home of Xerin. Zyre was Xerin's cat, a small black cat who curled around his neck whilst he slept.Xerin had a kind soul, but had never known a normal
The RunawayThe RunawayThe Runaway. That's what they call me back home. Home; you can barely call it that now; its just dad and my older brother Oliver. But let me explain properly. My life has been one of torment and misery. It would be na´ve of me to say that my whole life was miserable, because it wasn't. I had a great childhood; which, when I try hard enough, I can still conjure up the odd image of a family picnic or a shopping trip with my mother. But that all ended at the age of 15. My mum got really sick, my dad said it was depression and in the end she died. She didn't kill herself, just died. After that my family just fell apart. Within months my elder sister Angela committed suicide; she took an overdose and I came home to find her on the bathroom floor.I suppose the easiest thing to say would be that, for me, things went from bad to worse. With the deaths of my mum and sister my dad went off the rails. He used to lock himself in his room all day with a bottle of brandy, ref
Angel of DarknessIt was the day, the final one.All of it like bad dreams,the angel of darkness had to come.Drowning myself in a bottle of rum,caring less about the painful screams,It was the day, the final one.Across the land people tried to run,hide in the hills amongst the streams.The angel of darkness had to come.Cities leveled to the size of a crumb,the chaos will never end it seems.It was the day, the final one.Life as the world knew it was done,as the planet took on a red color scheme,the angel of darkenss had to come.Upon my judgment, I stood strong,prepared to face the heavens scorn.It was the day, the final one.The angel of darkness had to come.