Everyone has the same fate.

Billions of people,all unique and different in all kinds of ways yet we all are destined to the same fate…Death.

One way we will all perish,we will be forgotten we won’t be remembered for the mistake we made or what we didnt do In life.And if we end up ghost we will have regrets.

The real question here is why are we here and how?

RE teaches you there’s gods but that s...

How does nothing fit into a sentence?

Loss stuffed into swelling syllables

By a white coated man with

God in his words and pain in his eyes.

Nothing to echo round the empty consonants and vowels,

But the agony of his poor widow's howls.

He died at 5:13am at age 50.

Future folded. Once then twice.

Straining against the torn edges

Of the words.

They say the minute hi...

Isn’t it funny?

One minute, we’re running in circles. We’re happy. The next, we’re falling. Darkness holds us close. No, we never know when it’ll happen— or who it’ll happen to. There’s no way to know until it’s close enough.

Because one minute we’re okay. The next our family is crying over us. Tears are shed and colors are lost. Grey ash is left from the one who left. Sad faces and damp cloths....

I sighed heavily as I closed the heavy oak front door behind me. I was grateful that Celeste was staying with David; as a safety precaution against the hunters. I wasn’t up for an interrogation or argument and having the house to myself tonight would be nice; it will give me time to relax and think how to best handle this delicate situation. I need a hot shower and sleep, maybe even a blood bag or...

It’s over, it has to be. The way his eyes look. That shine of pain, the shine of giving up.

“What are you saying?” I ask, my eyes on the floor.

“I’m saying,” he lifts a hand to his neck, “Well I’m saying that.”

I could feel the sting of tears crawling into my eyes, “Just say it!”

My head shoots up to meet his nervous eyes, “Just say it Dae,” I hold back tears my voice cracking, “Just say it.”

He...

perfect smiles, white lies,

nobody to notice when she cries,

doors slammed, parents mad,

how were they to know

she felt so sad,

cradling her little sister,

she was only there to assist her,

quiet, quiet, don’t cry,

this is the last time,

oh what a lie,

why were we even born?

two happy lives, needing to be torn,

it’s not our fault, we did not deserve this,

but isn’t it odd that

we’ve never seen ...

“Princess Madeleine, to what do I owe this pleasure?” questioned Princess Ophelia in a sweet tone. I must be interrupted her tea time, seeing the fact that she was sipping tea on the balcony.

“Oh for the sake of heaven, drop the niceties, Ophelia,” I warned. “Where is Elliot?”

Obviously, I struck a nerve because Ophelia’s face morphed into one of disgust, “I can not seem to find a reason why you...

“Why did you become a Guardian?”

The question, while innocuous, startles Irene. It’s a question she’s heard dozens of times before and the answer is always rather bland amongst all of the Guardians. There is the typical answers of wanting to protect the citizens or serve justice to the wrongs of the world. There is the thinly-veiled excuse of craving fame and fortune, or even craving the taste ...

Brooklyn go hard mf, Chicago beautiful in the summer, Atlanta always lit down under, Las Vegas my second lover, Cheyenne in between the covers like the Isley brothers.

Gee I wonder what’s going on here… pass me the blunt while I drank my beer cuz I got me here another story you oughta hear.

So I’m saying yeah fuck the bitch, I don’t need this shit. Have you ever fucked w a mental short term memo...

The sound of blaring sirens, lights, laser pointers pin point every movement as frantic sound of foot steps of armoured men armed with the teeth outside the blast doors and bullet proof glass.

Phone rings, I pick it up its the negotiator. He asked if we need food and a peaceful resolution and if the hostages are alright we would get a light sentence.

Switch on the tv head lines two fugitives...