Onosokie

Cyan casually slipped into Diana’s room from the window. It was slightly disturbing how he managed to get so good at this after doing it every night for almost a week. He hadn’t been able to think of a new stunt to do, so instead everything night he came with a new item and a love note for her. Diana seemed to love it. Unfortunately, this was going to have to be the last night. School was starting tomorrow and he couldn’t keep doing this. Tonight he had brought a simple heart charmed bracelet for Diana. He placed it on her dresser again and read the not real quick out loud. “Forgive me, my dear Diana… This will be

When the world falls apart, turns to chaos leaving nothing untouched, unaffected, unhurt... What do you do, what do you do. When everything that mattered is long gone, nothing more then a distant memory. When you're all alone, forgotten despite all those who knew you, cared, and loved you... What do you do, what do you do. When everything that mattered is long gone, nothing more then a painful memory. When everyday is a struggle, to get up and simply live, to continue, to repeat, to exist... What do you do, what do you do. When everything that mattered is long gone, nothing more then a hopeless dream... What do you do?

When the path has vanished, and you realize your all alone where nothing is familiar, and yet it's all the same... What are you going to do baby doll? Now that your life's fallin' apart, now that your life's at a stand still. Do you keep walking forward? Wandering aimlessly through the world, till your faith and luck finally pay out or until you reach the end with nothing... What are you going to do baby doll? Now that your faced with a choice, now that you have make your own path. When all your choices vanish, and there's no good action do you act recklessly, or do you shy away? What are you going to do baby doll? Now that

I can’t wait anymore, not another moment. I just simply can’t, but I never had a choice. There’s an illusion. And then another. I fall for it every time. You’re so cruel. My first kiss went to another, and to another person went my untainted love and more. I’ve lost and given all my firsts. Do you realize how it hurts, or how I naïve I am? I don’t have the luck or the strength to win out. I hate you so much, for taking so long to come. To appear in my life, to be more then all others. You’re suppose to be my true, yet you take you’re time. And I lose another piece of myself

It's exists only there, in my dreams, in my head, or perhaps instead one might say my heart. This desperate desire is enough to make me lose sight of everything, even myself. Even as I deny it out loud, it only grows stronger. It borders on obsession. I can't stop it. The overwhelming wish, that I painfully seek. The need for the love that only fairy-tales hold. It exists only here in my heart and dreams. A longing that will leave me in tears.

It had been two days since that horrible, dreadful experience at martial art class he had attended. While that torture had ended, the other still continued. Well, they had switch to stuffing him lockers this week. Sleph contemplated his next move while he quietly munched on a carrot. He hated vegetables, but no one would still a vegetable lunch. That’s when it happened. “I’m so sorry!!!” He was then hit by a large, solid something and was knocked off the bench he was sitting on. “Ow!” He struggled and flailed, though gracefully. Don’t ask how that’s possible. That’s when he realized something h

Another Christmas. Another end of the semester. Another set of mid-term papers to grade. Dream sighed as pulled his scarf more tightly around him to keep out the cold weather as he walked back to his apartment. He never really liked Christmas, though his brother Nightmare always tried so hard and seem to love it. He didn’t have anyone to give presents to, except Nightmare. But Dream preferred to consider that a good thing. After all, saved him money. He did have to leave his door unlocked during Christmas time since he never knew when his brother would randomly show up. He usually did. And would walk him up demanding cookies. Dream si

Kiekoru went to school the next day. Only a few people asked him what happened yesterday, he simply shrugged and let them assume it was because he was sick. He managed to retrieve his book bag without any trouble. Other then that, it was a quiet day. If anyone had been looking for something that was out of the norm, they would have noticed a hawk sitting in one of the trees outside the school. Any bird lover could tell you hawks avoided cities. Also, if anyone had been looking for something unusual they would have noticed the wind was coming from the east, which was rare at this time of the year. Someone might have noticed that Kiekoru tapp

To Mr. Thompson it was just another day. He woke up at his usual 6:30 in the morning. He took a shower, and had a cup of coffee before heading out the door. He then finished his second cup on his way to work. He arrived at school at approximately 7:25 a.m., like most mornings. He sat at his desk and began to grade papers. About 7:50 a.m. the early students started to fill in. Followed by the rest. He would then turn on the television to one of the news stations as he walked to the door and waited for the last set of stranglers to come in before shutting the door and returning to his grading. Yes, it was the same as any other day to Mr. Thomp

Sleph had already managed to alienate all he had run into upper-classmen. He was scorned by the sophomores whose classes he shared with. And his own class… well, they were already used to hating him so it didn’t really matter. What was new was Sleph actually had to be careful where he walked. After the first meeting of the toilet courtesy of a senior he realized he needed a new approach to the whole situation. There was only two options that Sleph could think of. The first was to find henchmen to help protect him. The other was to learn how to defend himself. Of course, backing off and not stepping on people’s toes didn’t