Table of Contents

• Home
• Introduction
• Where Goths Come From - Neef
• The Watcher - Hobbes
• The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
• Cassandra - Cosey Mo
• Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
• Alcohol - Trayce
• Shadows - Entrippy
• Entropy - Kage-Ryu
• Is There A Point - Trajik
• Whispers - Kitsune
• Confessional - Sandro
• Garden - Entrippy
• Radio - Cam
• Cold Spell - Nikolai
• Slices - Neef
• A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
• The Light Fades - Tim
• Rain - Tim
• Self Help - Gothic Gallae
• Cato - Trajik
• Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
• Heal Thyself - Nikolai
• Shattered - Hobbes
• Travelling Song - Solitaire
• Distance - Stranger
• Legacy - Stranger

Where goths come from

He came in one more time, This time buying a pair of boots (high heels and laced up to the knees, lace skirt, corset, mesh top and a case of expensive makeup (one of those silver and chrome case jobs…the expensive ones) I had bizzare (and I must admit slightly perverse) visions of this guy parading around in the clothes, then shut that mental door quickly, turned the key and had it melted down for scrap.

"Sparing no expense huh?"

"Of course not? I love her, and she loves me Its not as if I have anything else to spend it on anyway"

geez man, get a drug habit, its probably healthier for you. In the long run

"Look, I tell you what. Ill give this stuff to you for free, You can keep the cash and take your girlfriend out for a good time"

His eyes narrowed "yeah right..whats the catch?"

"I want to see her"

I was serious, I could afford to let that stuff go, truth be told, most of it had been gathering dust for years anyway

"No way. You try to steal her" "I swear, I wont try a damn thing, Im just curious see this?" I help up my left hand, The wedding ring finger gone to the joint"

Had this cut off when the wife left me, Swore Id never have anything to do with a woman again" Partly right, she did leave me, for another woman in fact, But the finger went with them, she wanted the wedding ring, except that it wouldnt come off my finger. It was priceless to the right people, And let me tell you, I am never going near a breadknife wielded by a woman again

"Allright then, But just a few minutes, shes almost done now"

Rather unsurprisingly he lived with his parents. The house, A big rambling affair in the richer part of town. He let me in the front door and took me down to the back of the house to his bedroom. The windows were painted over, in all honesty, I don't think that place had been aired for far to long. What is it with young men and cleanliness?

All this paled into the background when he lit a candle or two and I saw her. "Shhh" he put his finger to his lips "Shes still sleeping"

A shade darker than marble, she stood. Silently, Not breathing, as perfect as could be made. Skin as smooth and flawless as… as something very smooth and flawless, Lashes long and dark, hair Curling down around her face just so?

Whatever else this guy was, he was certainly one hell of a model maker. I refused to contemplate where he got he bits he didn't buy from me. Even my heart skipped a beat when I looked at her face. Covered in an old sheet (For modesties sake, as opposed to any incompleteness). Her dimensions looked just a little unrealistic though? Carefully, as if it was a ritual of some kind he arranged the bought items in a semi-circle like offerings and starred at her intently

This man defintely needs some kind of emotional outlet, what happens if she breaks down?

"That's it" he said "You've had your look"

"Allright allright, keep your collar on, Im going, I'll just let myself out then shall I??"

I know when Im not wanted, Ill just leave you and goth barbie here to get some quality time.

"You do that" his eyes never once left her face all the while he was talking

"We'll be out next week if you want to come along, at the club"

This time, the tone of voice was smug, as if he was already thinking of the cred he would get by being on the arm of this stunner. Ive seen some pretty weird things over the years, and for some strange reason, this one really topped the lot. Although when you get right down to it, whats so strange about building a girlfriend? I mean, You get to design her yourself, No annoying habits, no little bits that you hate. All Perfect. For Some reason though, it doesn't really work like that, If you're sad and single and lonely, you got two choices, Change, Or stay sad and single and lonely.

This guy obviously got bored with the first two, and found a third option. Weird, possibly sick, and just a little obsessive yes, But somehow in keeping with the general feel of humanity that one comes to expect.

My Curiousity, once piqued, refuses to be put back in its box, So the next week found me out and about for the first time in years. Closed up shop (also for the first time in years), put on some decent clothes and off I went.

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