My grandmother always told me
To hold onto that star
Let it grant your wish
So forever can go far
But now the sky has dimmed
Stars flicker no more
Hopes are crushed now
Dreams are lost
My burden awaits
Like holding up the world
A kite in the air
Lightning strikes still
It echoes with regrets
“Not a moment to waste”
Is what she said
Yet I let it waste
Some hope to find
Some let it pass
I will r...
You walk across the frozen lake, hoping to find what you are looking for. You feel the cold air swallowing your sense, your chest feels heavy. Your foot slips and you fall, tumbling down. The ice breaks, and you fall into the depths below. All you can feel is the tingling sense of cold and pain swallowing all thought and reason. You gasp for air, but all you get is cold, hard water. You feel your...
Look. It’s not _my _fault I’m prone to trouble. Well, maybe it is, but that’s no reason to send me off to a summer camp for “troubled teens”. Everyone here’s either emo or just plain weird. Their magic style reflects it too. Your wings reflect your personality. Mine are - and I quote - Mischievous Green. Fitting, huh? Most of the weird kids’ wings are orange, and you can probably guess the emo kid...
Carla would walk home from work everyday, always after dark. The sun set early in Arizona, and rose even earlier. When she would get home, the cozy homes on her street would be quiet. The only light was a flickering street lamp.
This upset Carla, for many reasons. The street light would turn off and on rapidly, wait, then flicker again. It made the walk home much darker, more annoying, and, most ...
