Sometimes it takes a higher power |
The cold of the night carried with it an aura of despondency; evil lurking in the darkness, waiting in ambush to prey upon the weak and wounded. The limbs of the trees hung weirly low, oppressed by th...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 01:32:00 GMT |
Losing something you really care about really sucks |
The Final Chapter He looked up into the dark murky sky, the rain crashed across his face and trickled down his cheek, jumping onto his black overcoat and sliding down the creases of his sleeve, makin...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 12:11:00 GMT |
Unbridled Pain |
The pain tore through his soul ripping at his mind and shredding his heart. He stood there on the brink of insanity, rage filling his entire being, unbridled anger pumping threw his veins. He was seco...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:04:00 GMT |
A Fighting Chance |
His soul is lost. Empty. Broken.........a skeleton of it's former self. He has reached the bottom and has but, to place his hands above this cloud of despondency, that looms so thick upon him, and gra...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
Pain Within |
You feel the words sink into your skin, filling you, engulfing your inner being, allowing but one thought to slip steadily into your mind. This thought all but tries to soothe you, saturating you with...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:29:00 GMT |
Her Pain |
She clutched onto his blood soaked clothing and pulled his head closer to her chest, pleading with him to stay with her just a little longer. Her anguish violently flowed from her tear flooded eyes, f...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:28:00 GMT |
For a Friend |
He sat on the edge of his bed his hands covering his face, tears dripping to the floor. Darkness and dispair crawled into the room bringing with it the dank musky smell of death. A 6 inch blade lay on...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 20:38:00 GMT |
Worst Fear Realized |
Dameon stopped running and crouched down behind a tall dark oak. The moonlight trickled through the great oak's leaves just enough for him to see that he only had three rounds left in his magazine. He...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 22:53:00 GMT |
A Wanderer's Nightmare |
Rustling leaves raced across my feet, sending cold chills up and down my spine. The harder I struggled the further the ropes dug into my flesh. An eerie howling ripped through the trees as an evil pre...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 10:54:00 GMT |
