fallenangel

[pre]I trudged through the darkness uncertainly. Desperate. Searching. Panic began to try to take me, and I fought to keep its persistent grasp away when it sensed my struggle. I ...

I was in the darkness again. No light glimpsed through the trees. It was nighttime. I could hear the faint chirp of a cricket, and the cool night air sang ...

He strode through the mist towards the shadows of the gloomy trees; but he hesitated when he reached an entrance into the lonesome and dreary forest. It was such a ...

“I need to talk to you,” he said quietly, stealing my soccer ball from my hands. I grinned, stealing it back. “Right,” I said spinning it in my hands before ...

The fire crackled sharply and cast red shadows across our faces. The heat from the fire only gave warmth to the front of our bodies, so naturally, I was still ...

I lost my lip gloss It's a hostage you see, An ugly old toad stole it from me. I mean that in the most literal sense, He hopped out of ...

Henry never expected or anticipated what happened that year at soccer camp. Mary had finally become a closer friend to him. She had utterly abandoned the childish attractions she had ...

The fire crackled sharply and cast red shadows across our faces. The heat from the fire only gave warmth to the front of our bodies, so naturally, I was still ...

It was within the ancient walls of beautiful Rome they saw each other for the first time. Despite their responsibilities—despite any honor and dedication they had once before found themselves ...

Morning always held a new hope. It was as if the night time had simply erased any terrible event from the previous day; and the rising sun illuminated the life ...

I’m a flower. I’m serious. A simple, white daisy. Most people don’t take me seriously. I guess I don’t really blame them; after all, I’m just a flower. And it’s ...

He’s probably holding her hand right now, I thought numbly as my hand searched the soapy water for the wash cloth, but I don’t care. He was my best friend, ...

Every day for the past two months, fifteen days, and 31 hours; Wesley Jensen did the same thing at exactly five o’ clock P.M. when he closed down the little ...

Love is complicated. When you hit that point of realization that you love someone, and will do anything to see them happy—there’s another part of you that hesitates and asks ...

The fire crackled sharply and cast red shadows across our faces. The heat from the fire only gave warmth to the front of our bodies, so naturally, I was still ...