She stands in silhouette against the flames, her red hair whipping about her face, blackened by the soot. The tracks of her tears shining in the half-light, she looks back to me and smiles, the crazy grin again. I smile back, sharing the moment. The heat is overwhelming, but she just stands there, sweat dripping down her, her skin beautiful. He ( Read more... )

I look down at my hands, the thousands of scars, criss-crossing them. The burn on my left thumb from the meteorite, the scabbed knuckle from fighting The Postman. or not. There's no use lying, the burn is from hot coffee, the scab from catching it in the cupboard. But they could have been from saving the world. They could have been my marks of war ( Read more... )

I feel the rough floor gently stabbing my face. Each tiny stone scarring me again. I see their trainers, scuffing in the dirt, slowly come towards me. Trying to curl up in a ball, avoid the kicks. But it comes from behind, shooting pain in my ribs, I feel one crack. My vision starts to blur but I can still hear the laughter, the jokes, the roar of ( Read more... )

As the sun set I shook the can one last time, hearing the ball clatter like a gunshot in the night. Still for a moment, listening for the footsteps that would spell my end but nothing. I pulled out my plan, rolling it out along the floor, cans to hold down the corners. This was gonna be it, the piece to end all my amateur tagging, no more post ( Read more... )

I don't know how much longer I can do this. How much longer I can sit by his bed and watch him slowly get worse. He's smiles and laughter, but his eyes show his sadness inside. This is killing him and that's killing me. I know it's for the best, I know he has to get ill to get better, but I will never be ok with it. I want to wrap him up and run ( Read more... )

When it all started, I don't think any of us really knew what we were doing. We were just reaching for something, anything. That's a lie. I know why James did it, everyone knows why he did it. But to this day, I couldn't tell you why I did what I did. I could lie more, say it was love, say it was for a better tommorrow. But my heart isn't in either ( Read more... )

The girl woke with a start. Her eyes were frantic with terror, seeking out something, anything. Bloody fingers scratched at the tape over her mouth, pulling it free, a scream escaping as it rolled back. Then tears came, thick and flowing, mixing with the blood, staining her skin pink. She slowly slowed, gulping for air, looking around her. The room ( Read more... )

There are no words.

Just thank god you were all ok.

And thank you for all the calls making sure I was ok.

More soon.

She was sat there, quietly fiddling with her cuff, her green shoes bobbing along to the music, lost in her own world. And I fell. I fell hard and fast. Her eyes smiling so brightly behind her black rimmed glasses, her hair falling down in thin strands about her face. She looks up at me, sees me staring. I look away, abashed. She smiles and takes my ( Read more... )

I took her hand, her fingers curling around my hand, grasping so tight I felt my bones would crack and shatter. She looked me in the eyes. Hate burned in that stare, cold dead hate. I had to look away. Her other hand slowly stroked my face, the backs of her fingers drifting across my stubble, catching and rubbing. She smiled. I can't tell if there' ( Read more... )