In the basement, in the cellar, in the darkest depths of your mind.
It crawls, limbs shattered, splintered, broken.
Drags itself along with jagged claws,
hissing breath,
and a heartbeat as silent as the grave.
Vox
under neath my house we a basment it is full of cluter. we need to get clean tomarrow
At my house we have a basement. Our basement is where we have our stuff that we keep for storage. We have a lot of junk in there that we don’t use. Our basement is really small.
Down below, where no one can see, he watches dirty things and dreams dirty dreams. When he climbs the stairs again and enters the light, all the dirt disappears, and he’s clean, good, and wholesome, at least in their eyes.
It was hot and stuffy. That was all I remembered, just before I blanked out. Dark was the place I went to..
Carol Warner
“Smells like home” she said. “the smell of a damp, moldy cold basement reminds you if home?”astonished as if this was the first time someone had ever heard of a basement. “Home is where the heart is, and if the smell of a basement reminds me of home then maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to judge”.
victoria
My childhood home never really had a basement. I’d imagine it to be something of ancient lore. Like a unicorn or something.
Anon
in the basement are piles of boxes, some empty and some full. The empty ones are there in case I’ll need a box, but once or twice a year I have to take them all out and burn them because they do tend to accumulate. The full boxes I need to sort through and discard the things that never will be used, and repack the potentially useful. It’s always a challenge to keep a basement orderly.
mattie
down below, where no one can see. He watches dirty things and dreams dirty dreams. When he climbs the stairs again, and enters the light, all the dirty fantasies and role plays disappear.
I miss having a basement. It was a great place to hang when it was hot outside or when thunderstorms and heavy winds were playing outdoors. It was a great place to disappear from the world for a little while.
At the basement, where most of the family’s treasure are kept. I found an old album that contain our pictures. Looking through the photos bring back fond memories. How I wish you are here tonight. Lying beside me, and giving me warmth
Elaine
The boxes, that had been slowly, painfully filled over the past few weeks, were now sealed and ready to go. He looked around him: empty. Time to move on.
fi
The basement was a scary thing growing up. I used to close my eyes going down, thinking that whatever was going to attack me would just get it done quickly and I wouldn’t have to see it coming. Yikes!
The place in my house that is very cold, where I do many of my chores. I like going to the basement in the summer as it is the only cool place in the house. I am thankful for my basement in severe weather. I remember my Grandma’s basement and the smell, with a fruit cellar full of canned goods from the summer before. It was a very fun place with collections and a pool table.
In the basement of the house down the street, lies a secret. It is a secret which no one knows. How do they do that? Well, it’s a secret about themself. How they were born, how was the universe created, and all that. Well, after figuring out the secret, you become the smartest person ever alive, and become super awesome and super cool. No wonder it’s such a closely guarded secret.
I kept it in the basement of the old house, the one we grew up in when dad was still there. The one we would hide in when his alcohol fueled rage would reign. My innocence is still there.
andrea
Slowly creeping down those steps, I could just make out the scratching noise. Was that someone sandpapering in the basement? I truly hoped it wasn’t rats. But then if it was sandpaper, then who was in my basement and just what were they sandpapering?
Dank and frightful you have horrors of images – the people who’ve been shackled here in the centuries past. Prisoners, lepers, mad people, Yet it is all in your head, this basement you’ve imagined and you do not need to enter it yourself. You can scamper up the stairs into the sunlit day, open your front door onto the street and shout good morning to the next passerby who will be startled but still smile in recognition of your relief that you do not live in a basement all your days.
Susan Barrett
We were trapped in the basement. There was no way out. I asked Jim if his cellphone was working. He was still reeling from the fall and the events that occurred during the last 30 minutes
tausif
I’ve been there before,
in the basement
where its dark and quiet and sometimes scary.
Have you been there? Have you sat there quietly and listened?
Nothing but bargain basement stores and make-shift stalls selling oddments. This place is going to the dogs Therese thought to herself. If only the government would pursue Keynesian policies rather than persisting in a fantasy whereby the private sector would magically rise up and rescue us all from the abyss we are peering in to.
smelly scary dark with coffins of vampires..a cracked bulb..ghouls….too many horror movies…
dont wanna go ther alone..:)
wanderlust013
below the deep. Underground, damp maybe happy womb-like existence. Baseness, no, not the same but same base. Flat-dwelling, renting but there is often a garden – so compensation for condensation.
there was what all dreaded in the deepest darkest of all places place where most are afraid to go. but sally and i had to go, go to where no one had gone in years we were venturing down into the backness just to retive what we had lost those many many years ago and when we finally entresd the bacement and gone into the dark hole we still needed to find out exactly how we were going to find it we had no flash light and both our phones were dead which
bacement
The basement held eleven soldiers from different areas of the city: the fighting had been fierce for the past three years and few of them knew why it had started. The final firefight was only a matter of time – no-one knew who fired the first shot in that confined space.–no-one remained to know.
It is where I used to get my high with my friends in high school when the rents went to bed. Safe and sound with a crackling fire we would take hits from a five foot bong or an apple, depending on the day. So many stifled laughs and sexual emotions evolved down there. It’s where I learned to enjoy the taboo things in life
Kelsey McDonald
Fred West – but on a lighter note – the bargain basement for all the cheap items – rummaging, grabbing, snatching as though there is no tomorrow. Having no money to spend but getting it from somewhere for the bargain basement.
this thing is pretty cool. only I dont like not having much of a filter, because it says not to think just write so i just right, what if i say something I shouldnt.
shastity
what is the biggest thing you have ever lifted with your hands.I dont know what it is for me. but I know I am strong, so I could probably lift a bit
In the basement, in the cellar, in the darkest depths of your mind.
It crawls, limbs shattered, splintered, broken.
Drags itself along with jagged claws,
hissing breath,
and a heartbeat as silent as the grave.
under neath my house we a basment it is full of cluter. we need to get clean tomarrow
At my house we have a basement. Our basement is where we have our stuff that we keep for storage. We have a lot of junk in there that we don’t use. Our basement is really small.
Basements are soooo scary i think that killers live down there. haha i hate the dark and i hate to be scared….
A room at the bottom of a house that can be used for storage and other things
basement is were u dont stay and you put stuff which u dont use alot of times
Down below, where no one can see, he watches dirty things and dreams dirty dreams. When he climbs the stairs again and enters the light, all the dirt disappears, and he’s clean, good, and wholesome, at least in their eyes.
I don’t like basements, Well the scary kind anyways. They might have MONSTERS! ): That want to eat me alive! That would be pretty Awesome thought!
Them dripping steps, them mushrooms. I stepped over the boxes, the flood. Here: her ceramic cat.
It was hot and stuffy. That was all I remembered, just before I blanked out. Dark was the place I went to..
“Smells like home” she said. “the smell of a damp, moldy cold basement reminds you if home?”astonished as if this was the first time someone had ever heard of a basement. “Home is where the heart is, and if the smell of a basement reminds me of home then maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to judge”.
My childhood home never really had a basement. I’d imagine it to be something of ancient lore. Like a unicorn or something.
in the basement are piles of boxes, some empty and some full. The empty ones are there in case I’ll need a box, but once or twice a year I have to take them all out and burn them because they do tend to accumulate. The full boxes I need to sort through and discard the things that never will be used, and repack the potentially useful. It’s always a challenge to keep a basement orderly.
down below, where no one can see. He watches dirty things and dreams dirty dreams. When he climbs the stairs again, and enters the light, all the dirty fantasies and role plays disappear.
I miss having a basement. It was a great place to hang when it was hot outside or when thunderstorms and heavy winds were playing outdoors. It was a great place to disappear from the world for a little while.
At the basement, where most of the family’s treasure are kept. I found an old album that contain our pictures. Looking through the photos bring back fond memories. How I wish you are here tonight. Lying beside me, and giving me warmth
The boxes, that had been slowly, painfully filled over the past few weeks, were now sealed and ready to go. He looked around him: empty. Time to move on.
The basement was a scary thing growing up. I used to close my eyes going down, thinking that whatever was going to attack me would just get it done quickly and I wouldn’t have to see it coming. Yikes!
The place in my house that is very cold, where I do many of my chores. I like going to the basement in the summer as it is the only cool place in the house. I am thankful for my basement in severe weather. I remember my Grandma’s basement and the smell, with a fruit cellar full of canned goods from the summer before. It was a very fun place with collections and a pool table.
deep, dark sinister, exciting but also containing a womb-like sense of comfort, it was the place Samuel always retreated to at times like this.
i want a basement.
basements are where junk is thrown, but also where families play together, and music can be played loud(er) so the neighbors don’t hear as much.
basements are party places, discussion dens where you don’t have to worry about waking the kids in the 2nd floor bedrooms.
basements are awesome.
In the basement of the house down the street, lies a secret. It is a secret which no one knows. How do they do that? Well, it’s a secret about themself. How they were born, how was the universe created, and all that. Well, after figuring out the secret, you become the smartest person ever alive, and become super awesome and super cool. No wonder it’s such a closely guarded secret.
I kept it in the basement of the old house, the one we grew up in when dad was still there. The one we would hide in when his alcohol fueled rage would reign. My innocence is still there.
Slowly creeping down those steps, I could just make out the scratching noise. Was that someone sandpapering in the basement? I truly hoped it wasn’t rats. But then if it was sandpaper, then who was in my basement and just what were they sandpapering?
Dank and frightful you have horrors of images – the people who’ve been shackled here in the centuries past. Prisoners, lepers, mad people, Yet it is all in your head, this basement you’ve imagined and you do not need to enter it yourself. You can scamper up the stairs into the sunlit day, open your front door onto the street and shout good morning to the next passerby who will be startled but still smile in recognition of your relief that you do not live in a basement all your days.
We were trapped in the basement. There was no way out. I asked Jim if his cellphone was working. He was still reeling from the fall and the events that occurred during the last 30 minutes
I’ve been there before,
in the basement
where its dark and quiet and sometimes scary.
Have you been there? Have you sat there quietly and listened?
cantwrite. why?
fff
with base and “mens sana” we have a good basement
Nothing but bargain basement stores and make-shift stalls selling oddments. This place is going to the dogs Therese thought to herself. If only the government would pursue Keynesian policies rather than persisting in a fantasy whereby the private sector would magically rise up and rescue us all from the abyss we are peering in to.
smelly scary dark with coffins of vampires..a cracked bulb..ghouls….too many horror movies…
dont wanna go ther alone..:)
below the deep. Underground, damp maybe happy womb-like existence. Baseness, no, not the same but same base. Flat-dwelling, renting but there is often a garden – so compensation for condensation.
there was what all dreaded in the deepest darkest of all places place where most are afraid to go. but sally and i had to go, go to where no one had gone in years we were venturing down into the backness just to retive what we had lost those many many years ago and when we finally entresd the bacement and gone into the dark hole we still needed to find out exactly how we were going to find it we had no flash light and both our phones were dead which
The basement held eleven soldiers from different areas of the city: the fighting had been fierce for the past three years and few of them knew why it had started. The final firefight was only a matter of time – no-one knew who fired the first shot in that confined space.–no-one remained to know.
Scary, dark, cold, crowded, cluttered, smelly, damp, stairs, old toys, forgotten.
It is where I used to get my high with my friends in high school when the rents went to bed. Safe and sound with a crackling fire we would take hits from a five foot bong or an apple, depending on the day. So many stifled laughs and sexual emotions evolved down there. It’s where I learned to enjoy the taboo things in life
Fred West – but on a lighter note – the bargain basement for all the cheap items – rummaging, grabbing, snatching as though there is no tomorrow. Having no money to spend but getting it from somewhere for the bargain basement.
this thing is pretty cool. only I dont like not having much of a filter, because it says not to think just write so i just right, what if i say something I shouldnt.
what is the biggest thing you have ever lifted with your hands.I dont know what it is for me. but I know I am strong, so I could probably lift a bit