Lone WolvesAnd the snowflakes fall like teardrops
When you're crying your heart out into the sea
And all caught up in this blizzard
You're lost again, lost again, lost again
You find your way to an abandoned parking lot
Trace footprints in the clouds of dust covering the streets
Pad up the stairs, to the building up front
Find the stairs lead nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Track back down the rusted path coated with gasoline and tar
Decayed beyond repair, negligence assumed again
Avoid the spots where the ground's caved in before
You'll only fall in again, in again, in again
Look around the dismantled city in the midst of the smoke
Decide you're alone, turn around
Feel the hand on your shoulder and the knife at your throat
You've found what you've searched, searched, searched
Lone wolves die in the winter
When nobody's there to confront their fears
Nobody's watching and nobody's caring
Because they're all afraid, all afraid, all afraid
Lone wolves walk the same corroded streets
And alleyways branching
750words - So Much"Take a moment to be silent, to look at all the colored lights, and think. Picture the amount of work it took to string them up, but also think about the joy in the atmosphere when that was taking place. Take a moment to smile. Feel the joy in your own heart, and take a moment to smile," he'd said. And then he had held my hand through the bars of our and pointed out the individual snowflakes as they fell and melted down the windowpane.
That's what Hyou Karugana did last Christmas.
He wasn't here to whisper magic words in my ears this Christmas. He wasn't here to count the snowflakes or hold my hand this Christmas. This Christmas, Hyou Karugana was dead.
I fingered the warm fabric of my jacket as I sat on a frigid stone. This Christmas, it was snowing again, but it would have been impossible to count the individual flakes in this blizzard. Hugging my bare knees, I glanced around to l
750words - Love and PoisonNoises. I heard footsteps behind me. Seems someone had caught up. No, two someones. There were two pairs of footsteps darting behind me. With a swift movement, I slammed into the nearest tree, Burakkuaisu at my heels. It seemed the games had begun, finally. Now I would have my fun.
"Zeni! How on Earth can you be distracted so easily? We're supposed to be looking for the escapee, not bending down at every flower and ant!" a feminine voice called to the other pair of footsteps.
"Mari, you should be more careful. This Hazukai competitor seems pretty dangerous, and just because her tiger's just a cub doesn't mean it can't fight. She could be anywhere nearby, hiding behind this tree or that rock, hearing your every word," Zeni, a deeper, lighter voice answered softly. I did my best not to laugh. He was certainly the smarter one here. It wa
Choose You Own Adventure - KidnappedYou walk across the parking lot, feet pressing against the asphalt. You've haven't had a decent meal in days, and the gnawing in your stomach constantly reminds you of it. Flashing back to your past, before your mother and father died, you remember your seven year-old self laughing at the broadcasted images of Ash Ketchum and Pikachu. You've always loved Pokémon, but it was the Pokémon themselves that you really loved. You'd always wanted a video game, and sometimes you'd save up and spurge on a figurine or two, but overall, you never had enough money to truly engulf yourself in your interests.
You glance in the car windows as you past, trying to read the lives of the people who inhabit them. Occasionally you find something interesting, like a cell phone displaying a text or a stuffed animal, but everything paled to your latest discovery. A Game Boy Advance SP, shining with its worn but cared-for pearly blue su
Lotus of SteamThere is a girl who walks like flame, whose short black hair, glowing a ruddy shade in the sunlight, flares up around her jagged face, looking as if it was cut from stone. She wears a constant smirk, cradling her hate in her ever-present sinister smile. Her limbs are gaunt but muscular, carved-rock fists. Her fingernails are long and sharp, dyed a blood-red scarlet hue, matching her narrow, flaming eyes. She knows not love nor lust, not pain nor agony, but her wrists are kept bound with ragged gauze, stained with red on the underside. She has no likeness, none who can touch her in equality. But her pallid skin and wiry frame are echoed by another--her twin sister.
The twin is the girl who floats like rain, hair long, straight, and untangled, but the similar shade of deep black as her twin's. In the moonlight, the long strands catch the light with a seemingly-holy essence, shimmering blue-white as it ripples in