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RainFforest

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Hey there.

This thread aims to be a home for stories about our inner demons, something I and many others find very close to our hearts. I'm starting this in an effort to get back into writing, and I always found these forums very welcoming. If anyone should like to contribute anything then feel free and I shall add you to the index (which currently stands empty).

I hope some of you can relate to these and find solace in these stories and poems. I for one know that other people's interpretations of our experiences can go a long way to dragging us up and out.

Rain

Here I would also like to say a thank you to the people on this forum that have inspired this:

Snowbuster, you always were someone I felt I could rely on to give honest advice and support with regards to any writing I did, and I expect you shall remain an important part of my memories of this forum!

Aeraei, I have never been able to spell your name but have always enjoyed reading your work. Your writing holds something I've never quite been able to put my finger on... Maybe someday.

Englishkid62, I always admired your work. Your writing touched me and it was written ever so beautifully. I don't think I can quite explain how incredible your work was. I was terrible at verbalising it... So this is the best I can do - thank you

25-Feb-2015 18:26:48 - Last edited on 26-Feb-2015 19:50:46 by RainFforest

RainFforest

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Index:

Page 1.
Post 1 - Introduction
Post 2 - Index
Post 3 - THE WRITING BEGINS - What They Leave Behind - RainSuicide
Post 6 - My Demons - RainSuicide

PLEASE! Submit anything you think will fit, it would be great to see more writers back on these forums!

25-Feb-2015 18:28:42 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2015 18:16:06 by RainFforest

RainFforest

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This story is inspired by personal emotional experiences made flesh, I should like to think. It was written in under half an hour whilst playing what brought us all to these forums and is my first piece in God knows how long. Please, be gentle with your critisism.

What They Leave Behind

The boy’s body lay slumped in the corner, twitching gently. There was no sign of physical harm; no bruises, no scratches, nothing of the sort; but he was clearly in pain.

“Hello?” a voice called out, directed at the boy.

He made no response, but his twitching stopped momentarily in response to the noise. As though frozen by the presence of another, his body remained still for a few moments, only to resume a more noticeable jitter once the silence was whole again.

The onlooker remained still and silent, observing the child with a sense of awe and horror. He did not know what to make of the fit the boy appeared to be having, but having a caring heart was drawn closer.

The sound of his footsteps shook the boy. His twitches became more pronounced and his gaze, although empty, lay on the man standing the opposite side of the room. The eyes that watched the man were dead; black and terrible, filled with some deep fear of the person observing him. It sent shivers down the man*s spine.

“Boy… are you okay?”

25-Feb-2015 18:31:12 - Last edited on 25-Feb-2015 18:32:55 by RainFforest

RainFforest

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Out of the stillness the child jolted, sending his head crashing against the wall behind him. Blood remained on the surface after his head fell forwards, and the man rushed to help, but his footsteps again sent the boy into a frenzy.

*Don’t worry! I’m only here to help,” the man whispered to his unknown companion, taking to his knee beside the boy, he laid a hand on his forehead to find it icy cold.
The pressure appeared to calm the child and his outbursts lessened, allowing the man a closer look.

Upon more thorough inspection, he saw scars on the surface of the boy’s skin, thick and raised. They appeared old, but curiously grew younger as he looked at them, as though they were to reopen. He traced one with his finger. As though he had drawn along it with a knife, the skin burst open and crimson blood oozed out of the now open wound.

Writhing in agony, the boy wrenched himself away from the man and crawled to the opposite corner, more scars opening as he exerted himself.

“Please! No more!” his saviour-in-vain shouted to him across the room, “I can help you!” he insisted.

The boy no longer seemed unharmed. Across his skin bruises appeared and red ravines crossed his skin, giving him the appearance of someone who should be harboured in an asylum. His breaths were deep and laboured, raspy as though he struggled for air.

“Let me help!” the man cried once more.

His words were met with a heavy, fearful stare. For the first time the boy attempted to speak, his words trembling just as his body;

“There is no help. Nothing can save me from myself. I am lost. And all those who try to help will simply leave and leave another scar.”

25-Feb-2015 18:31:53

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Old Gnomish

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This thread is a nice idea, Rain. Everyone has their inner demons, so there's no limit on who can and cannot contribute to this. I'll endeavour to write something for this at some point -- it's been so long since I've done any sort of creative writing!

Thank you so much for the kind words.

Your first story is short but poignant, I think that the way the boy's scars are both physical and metaphorical is powerful imagery.

Snow

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26-Feb-2015 12:43:05

RainFforest

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This isn't a story as such, it's more an internal conversation of someone suffering with depression and trying to reason what they feel and why they feel it.

My Demons

It’s so cold now.

Here, alone without your warmth; I’m waiting.

And it seems like forever. Every day stretches on and on as though it has no end. As though it wishes to torture me. And I am tired of its games.

The games I could once enjoy when I was not alone. Games I could win… But those days are long gone. Now I must endure this harsh land without a hand to hold. Without a body next to me to keep me warm. Without another soul to pour my sins into.

But it is not just sin. They are more than that… They are fundamental wrongs. Things I was born with. Ghosts. Skeletons. Demons. A past I cannot rid myself of. And they plague me.

My body grows heavy with the weight of them; dragging me down, deeper and deeper into this abyss of black. Yet from the outside, I appear light as air. A being content with their world and able to float unimpeded through it.

Is that what you can see?

Are my complaints so insignificant and trivial to you that you do not even care to think of me?

If only that was what lay on the inside…

Each day I fight back my demons. Each day I push them to the boundaries of my mind and hold them at bay. But each night… Each night they return to me, and I must build up my barricade and wait for the war to begin once again.

It has worn me down.

I am not sure how much longer these walls can hold…

I know soon they will come falling down and the depth of my mind will consume me.

03-Mar-2015 18:12:41