There was a man whose name was Lightnet. He had the control of lightning. Whenever he saw it rain, he made it lightning storm . Lightnet had lightning for 5 days until he lost control because he used it for the wrong reasons....

He stands still, staring out of the abyss, waiting, contiplating on the eyes that will move upon him. He shows no emotion, for he can feel none. The only thing he knows is the eye’s will move upon him, then he will take their soul. The places he will take them will make them regret ever gazing upon him....

Johnny took the small paper tablet without consideration. He laid it on his tongue and let his eyes roll behind his eyelids as he awaited relief. Electrifying acid, he thought....

Silence was about me as I was walking through a storm, then I heard thunder, than saw lightning.

I walked, and ran, and leapt…… it wasn’t then till I knew that I was in the storm…but really, I was. I was walking on blue ice…. And lighting was around me…. Lighting up like nothing I head ever seen before… “it is magic”, I thought, but then it was too loud for me to bare….

I ran across the blue ice...

The dark figure shaped like a tall lanky man just standing in the foggy distance lightning striking around him as he stands there calmly and unfazed. He stares at me as I watch him buttcheeks clinched and eyes wide in shock. Does this man realize that he is so scary looking ? Does he know that he could get struck by the lighting? Thoughts raced through my head as I stare back at the man. Suddenly ...

Bill slogged through calf deep, room temperature water. His heavy and normally very comfortable work boots were completely filled. His toe skin, now rapidly softening , would soon resemble the California Raisins. Somehow the warmth of the water managed to exacerbate the situation. Why wasn’t it cold? Where the hell is everyone? None of this made any sense.

It had been three weeks since losing his...

The end was always supposed to come, the clattering of horse hooves as the horsemen rode. Death, War, Famine & Pestilence. All racing across the earth, leaving behind nothing except destruction and disaster.

A young man, with long black hair, pale skin and cute freckles looks over it all. He was interested in what happened to the planet he had watched grow and change for eons. Zegal watched the p...

The mirror has lightning,

flashing around a figure

flashing around a monster.

You see,

What I’ve finally realized is the mirror image of a monster isn’t me,

instead it’s who I wished I could be.

Because you have to have a reason you are the way you are,

but I don’t.

I’m weird for no reason,

with anxiety that packs a punch,

my friends like to leave me,

and I’m too tired to eat my lunch.

I wish ...

The horizon stretched endlessly, a glassy expanse of water reflecting pale lightning. Asha stood motionless, her long coat shifting faintly in the charged air. The Verge, the edge of the world, was silent, timeless, and boundless, a place where reality thinned and shadows lingered.

Her silver staff hummed in her grip, the polished surface flickering faintly with each crackle above. She hadn’t com...

The waters are as calm as I’ve ever seen them, smooth and flat as an ice rink. My boat drifts through the lake with only the slightest stroke of the oars, not leaving a ripple behind.

I move out into the centre of the lake, where all the big fish are, but once I’m out there a fog sets in. I can’t even see the bank. There’s a loud growl from above and I look up to see storm clouds, flashing with ...