ShadowThief44

Fists hit he wall filled with anger and fear gotta fight it off grab a beer drink away your troubles your problems and common sense just be glad you're not on the streets not fighting over tents never again, you repeat to yourself but isn't that the road most traveled it stays there waiting like a picture on a shelf you'll always be reminded it never goes away try to fight it off but perhaps another day cause this ain't rain it won't listen to your little tunes or be amused by your future as it slowly blooms lay out before you is your whole life or more likely your past you shudder they tried to run but weren't that fast how you made it this

   He stood there with an evil grin on his face. A shiver went down Micheal's back, as he stood there, stunned. It's really him. He's standing right in front of me! Micheal thought. Joyce stood in the back round, trying to figure out what was to be expected next. Before another thought, or any doubt passed through her mind, Joyce leaped in front of Micheal, trying to act as a shield against whatever the man, or thing, would do.    "Joyce, move out of the way! You'll get hurt!" Micheal hissed into her ear.    "So will you, if you don't run!" she hissed right back.    "Please, girl, move away from this scoundrel." The man's calm voice dre

I looked down on what was supposed to be the ground, but all I saw was the end of the world. Something inside me said to jump, but my common sense kept me from leaping off the cliff and finding what awaited me below. To me, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. My friend thought that it was an awful wasteland. She thought that if she stared at it too long, she would then be taken in by it's gorgeous landscape an d never be able to leave, knowing that it was there, wating for her. She was afraid that she would be engulfed by the nothing and would disappear forever. And that's exactly what it was. Nothing. As i stared