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          The soldiers rushed towards us, and I began to panic and cry out as their sweat drenched faces came snarling at me. They were within striking distance, and I closed my eyes, praying my death would be swift.         It didn’t come.         A sharp gasp and a thud prompted me to open my eyes, even as I trembled in fear. The soldiers had us surrounded, but they didn’t attack. I looked at my captor…Just in time to see him slump, a sword sticking in his gut.         I yelped as my body hit the ground, hard enough to bruise. Wincing, I scrambled to my feet and tried to back away from the soldiers.         “D

         It was a cold, dreary, January morning, one where any normal child would have the sense to stay inside. Unfortunately, I was anything but normal, having just visited the pawnshop to sell the trinkets and things I found each day. I bundled my threadbare coat around my supple shoulders and shivered, looking around the trash filled streets. I lived in shitsville, somewhere in the state of waste dumps and the country of pollution. Callous? Yes. I didn’t care enough to waste my time trying to find out the exact location of the hovel I had grown up in.         Raindrops spattered across the tin roofs and sheet metal walls, running d

        Hi! Welcome to the crystal keepers! (Ruby is telling me that I’m not enthusiastic enough. Shut up Ruby, you weren’t the one that got kicked through a building.) I used to be a normal kid in what was once a nice world called earth. Maybe you’ve heard of it, maybe you haven’t. At some point, before I was born, it was a really nice place to live, with parks, an atmosphere that wasn’t choked with sulfurous rain, and a lack of global warming. These days...How does a hellhole filled with crime and disease sound? Great, I’ll get you the keys!        Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the Crystal Keepers. If yo

Talent is a thing I've never known Where many seeds of glory are sown I'm a glorified heap of broken up dreams where hope is impossible to hold What is this goodness or life to me Where the darkness makes it hard to see I'm nothing but a sham My mind is a dam Holding back floods of stupidity

 “So let me get this straight. The girl who found you, tried to protect you, and then died, is now sending you dream messages that you’re not even sure are real. You then decide to mull on this for most of the night, but suddenly decide to pull me in here at 7 in the morning because of some stupid question about the gods?” Cole’s angry face was thrown into harsh relief as the light from the bathroom turned on. Serena stood in the door bleary eyed, then she saw us and her face suddenly reddened. “I’ll uh… be uh… over here.” She stammered out before quickly walking away. My face burned and

Do you have a song my child? surely your heart beats with song, and can right every wrong, no matter how long? Do you have a song my child? a purpose, a hope, a dream, something that stretches the seams, that outlines your path with a beckoning beam? Do you have a song my child? what makes you look within, find hope when there's nothing but cacophonous din, a helping hand who wants to win? I am a listener, a fan, of the ones who said they can, but i walk around like a hopeless man, Do I have a song my child?

Insanity, what a trivial term From those who don’t understand That the whispers whisper secrets Ready to take by hand The hidden colors and shadows That no one will know but me One day I’ll have time to think Of the scarlet patterns I see The voices they tell me Of what to do next The voices they guide me Who to kill next The terror of the night I ride a ghostly steed Who’s mane dances like smoke In a light midsummer breeze. I am the night I am the black I am the blight Nightmare is back

 A boy was lying down in a field of grass, partially curled up in pain from the many cuts and bruises that covered his body. Plastic bottles, shreds of newspaper, and other discarded items littered the greenery, all trash that students from school had not bothered to throw away. The grass was starting to dry, another hint of summer worming its way into the world around it. Trees shadowed the park, whose canopies rose high above the ground. The boy stirred, a loud groaning escaping his mouth before he pushed himself up. He wobbled slightly, steadied his shaking legs, and limped off to where the grass ended and the sidewalk began. He was unre

Have you ever been pushed away Farther than you can say Have you ever been beaten down Far beyond the ground People in life so uncaring Willing to live in their own world The goodness of life notwithstanding We can’t force them into sharing Because we are all alone And people they will laugh At the futility of our struggle Content to stay far back We gotta look out for each other Make sacrifices for each other Humanity for one another Together we stand united as brothers Like them, or me, or you We’re all content to watch them choose Nothing that doesn’t concern us Is ever worth all of the fuss Because we are all alone

“We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.“ George Bernard Shaw. I sank down to my knees, mind blank. I had never imagined that I would be incomplete, something so crucial missing. Arm blades were a gallade’s weapon, sharper than the greatest sword, stronger than the hardest steel. They neither scratch nor chip, and any damage is repaired over time. Never before had a gallade lacked their blades, but I broke that cycle the day I transformed. I was nothing more than a mockery of honor, a martyr of shame. My hazy mind barely registered the concerned looks of my new room