#goth writing

[akaessi]

with my immense love for zombie movies & tv shows, you'd think the zombie motif would appear in my writing but for some reason it doesn't

[lilithreb0rn]

You never knew me,

but I knew you.

Every living detail

kept in the

inescapable hostage

of my mind.

Now, the crimson in your

dead cheeks faded from your glow,

your deceased gaze looking at me with familiarity.

Reading the

unwritten novel you

wrote about me,

secrets spilled from the depths of your carcass.

The poetry

carved into your bones,

the stanzas scrawled

down your spine,

a special ballad for your knees,

Forlorn memories

of

you

chiselling the holes inside your skull,

for the slaves of mother nature to enthral the fragrant accords of your unpolluted flesh.

Collapsing into bone,

every cell singing for release,

the salt

of the sea

sodomizing your words.

My omission

endlessly lingering,

dancing

with the strings

that tug at my heart.

I forever bare witness

to the

destruction of

what your Parnassian soul left

me.

[loureid]

Mother

I miss my mother like the first day of school 

I miss my mother like a childhood friend 

I miss my mother like struggling on a math test 

I miss my mother like playing outside until the sun goes down 

I miss my mother like a hurt baby rabbit 

Escaping the tight jaws of the coyote 

Wandering the woods aimlessly 

Leaving a trail of metallic crimson behind me for the other coyotes to find 

I miss my mother like a baby deer during hunting season

Walking carefully away from the scary men with guns 

For I hope they’ll find me too frail and small to hurt 

As I search for a metallic trail left behind by my mother

Hoping for a trace or sign of her love 

I fear my mother like I fear prosecution 

I fear I left my mother hurt and bleeding in the forest 

I fear my mother like I fear god 

For I fear that I won’t be granted forgiveness 

For I fear if i were to stumble upon my mother lying in the leaves 

God would make us battle for salvation 

Our own blood and tears wash away the footprints of the hurt rabbit and fawn

Leaving behind nothing but mothers mourning for their babies

[kissthegogo-goat-witch]

Ayo, I've completed my vampire novel and its up now on Wattpad

Misery of the Vampire: A Vampire's Memoir (Complete).

That gorgeous face, which beguiled any woman who gazed upon it, turned ghastly. In its place was a pair of wicked eyes...

Amidst the foulness he stood, arms wrapped around a young man. His back was facing me while I watched him a feast. Back then I did not know what he was doing, but as a human, I had been drawn to such chaos. Well, I myself would not call the death of a mortal chaos but primal instinct told me otherwise. That is when I have uncovered the ghastly truth of how he survived the disease which struck and killed hundreds, if not thousands. 

He realized I was watching him when his head jerked up, blood seeping into a crimson pool beneath them both. 

That gorgeous, which beguiled any woman who gazed upon it, turned ghastly. In its place was a pair of wicked eyes made worse by the fangs of a putrid yellow, jagged like the shiv of a crazed convict. Blood was smeared across his lips, chin, and cheeks. and I soon realized I was staring at the face of a corpse.

[fallenpassion]

Cursed

Everything around me blurred - the moon hung in the sky as if it were taunting me. The musty air of the forest was against my nose.

I ran and jumped. Tripped and fell, but I didn't feel it. The pain was drowned out by my own.

Shockwave after shockwave hit my body. It only grew worse and worse. I could feel the burning - agonizing pain as my bones contorted and flesh ripped.

My blood trailed over my body. So hot it almost burned.

I could feel all my muscles ripping apart. My eyes being forcefully pushed from my skull.

I know what your thinking. Im a werewolf right?

Wrong.

I wish I was. Because what I am is so much worse. Something that shouldn't exist.

An abomination.

I shrieked and cried out, but no one came. No one heard my cry. As they should. After all, I came out here for a reason.

One by one my limbs and joints contorted. My eyes nothing but black empty voids with thick black blood spewing from them.

I was cursed in the most horrible way.

I shouldn't have messed with the faye folk, for they do not follow the rules of our world.

And now for i have done, I pay the ultimate price.

Forever to walk the earth a monster.

To never age or die.

To see everyone I've ever cared about, grow old and die.

For i will be, until the end of time.

Still think this is a game?

Escape while you still can.

Run.

- FallenPassion

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Short story i wrote for practice in school. I hope you like it, and any tips and constructive criticism is appreciated.

[the-goth-club-on-shallowdrive]

The Goth Club on Shallow Drive

Chapter 3 Zen POV Part 5

"Is she here?" "No only Shanikwa came." "What but you said!" "I know i know, i thought when Ming was saying like old times she was talking about her Marilyn Blackson friend since they've been excluding me from hanging out with them at cemeteries. I thought she meant today let me just." ai began then got up i heard her knock on her sisters door "What!" Ming hissed as she barely opened the door to walked out of slamming it behind, she had on black eyeshadow, long eyelashes and blue contacts making the color part of her eyes look bigger, along with having black lipstick on, her out was a tight black corset dress with ruffled and demonia boots "We are getting ready." "Where are you going? Heard through the grape vine you were going to a cemetery." "Oh my god! You copycat wannabes so badly. and Ew gross you're listening to me through our walls? Why you're so gross Ai!" Ming screamed while throwing her fits in the air at nothing, then slamming the door screaming "It's none of your business what we're doing where we're going! You little creeps." That was the end of that, it's not like Ai had lied to me, she could of only heard what she thought she heard. "It's not your fault." i told Ai "You tried your hardest to be my eyes when i can't be there my ears as well, it's hard through these walls." "So Hard!" Ai was looking at my pants. "What?" "What?" she laughed "Nothing just repeating you." "Oh really." i laughed we heard the doors slam as we had already been back in Ai's room and Ming and Shanikwa had left "I guess it's not too unusual that Shanikwa would complement my outfit early this month." "Oh she did?" "Yeah and my make up. i mean if she's willing to leave the place with your sister done up like that." "Yeah Shanikwa been a nice new friend to her i guess i recently saw her showing up around here one day she acted like she where everything was and had been here before but we hardly spoke, like all of Ming's friends nad me." Ai looked up into my eyes with tears "We'll try and be here when Marilyn Blackson is here." I felt lucky to have a friend like Ai, to be intertwined with Marilyn Blackson with her sister, life had to work out, things had to work out between us and we would meet together one day and be one, like Carlos and Ai

[the-goth-club-on-shallowdrive]

The Goth Club on Shallow Drive

Chapter 3 Zen POV Part 4

I never told anyone about that night and how i had fingered my love Marilyn Blackson. but i Had gotten a call back from Oral-Fiona "Hi Fi-Fi." i said to her "Well you don't like Ai, you truly aren't in love with her or lust with her at all are you?" "Yes finally you get it. please don't tell me you talked to Ai about it and made it awkward." "Oh no, i wouldn't of done without looking at my Cards." "You're cards? they told you that, you didn't believe me?" "Well you both are just so close and have known each other for long so i just thought and assumed." "Assuming makes an Ass out of you and me." "Ah, i see you brought that old saying up. What are you 50?" "You know i'm 21." "Also you can call me my name you know i don't like nicknames." i just always felt weird calling her Oral-Fiona not to be rude or anything but it sounded like a pornstar name although i know she hated that and was proud of her Irish and Scottish heritage. "Yes ma'am." "Yes who?" "Yes Oral-Fiona." i said as we both ended the call. I guess her cards worked out for her again with advice, I still hope she didn't tell Ai that i was asking who was dating, then again maybe if she does it will open the door to her talking about Carlos. I got another call "I just heard that Marilyn Blackson is going to be over here." "You did?" "Yeah i heard her say they were going to hang out at a cemetery for old time sakes and to come over." "Okay." I felt the blood rushing through my veins both warm then going cold from being nervous. I was going to meet Marilyn Blackson at Ai and Ming's house. I put on my fangs and then put on my make up real fast and a elaborate outfit fit for a vampire and i was off.

[nellzzii]

Not Something. Someone

In the 2025 film Frankenstein, the creature is made by man, not born of God, and so he cannot die . Cursed with life rather than blessed with death. “I cannot be punished or absolved,” he says, embodying the tragic consequence of being created without divine order. This story mirrors abusive parenting: Victor creates not from love, but from ego, seeking a legacy instead of a living being.

“I never considered what will come after creation,” Victor admits, revealing his failure to see the responsibility his ambition demanded. His creation is denied autonomy, forced to reflect Victor’s pride rather than his own identity.

A chance at companionship, a chance to humanize what was dehumanized, is denied out of fear. The greatest tragedy is isolation: man longs for connection but condemns his own creation to loneliness. The film shows that creating life is not the same as understanding it.