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The Story of Winter- written in Haiku formA quarrel between two times
One manages to hang on
With cold revenging
Winding stairs of white
so imperfectly, falling
Breaking into me
Splinters of icing
Shattering with every breath
Cold tears are freezing
With white wastelands wide
Bring on the desolation
Winter is forever
Ways of Looking at a PianoA bright white pathway, scattered black cobblestones
Leading to musical bliss.
One end high the other low
And gentle like a feathery kiss.
The brown arms of wood hold the keys to my heart
Their beautiful voices excite me.
And though the music can be loud
This heavenly moment delights me.
3 pedals, the feet of the old music maker.
The organs inside a mass of wire
Dressed in paper filled with notes
My fingers grace the stars burning with lustful fire.
The Faceless GirlIf you took away the iron shell
If You took away the laughter
If you took away these things
She would rebel
Against the charade that was her master.
If you took away the happiness
and the illusion of fake courage
You would begin to see the shyness
And the Faceless Girl would flourish.
You would've seen that
She was not what she seems
The Joyfulness would break away
Revealing all her broken dreams.
You'd see she cried not from her eyes
For she had none
But she cried from her saddened soul
In the light she had begun
But the darkness took its toll.
She was the faceless girl
That no one seems to see
Her silent screams reveal
she wanted to be is free.
She wore a mask of joy
That people seemed to like
But underneath the mask
she cried with every strike
Do you not see how
Your forked tongue slashes
Opening up the scars
Of previously made gashes
Do you not notice
How the faceless girl pretends
she looks like a beautiful Lotus
But her weary life, she ends.
In the dimly lit white room
She used a
Chill of Night ..chap. 6 pt. 2Chapter 6 part 2
I was barely able to suppress a growl. The smell scent shivers down my spine. By the way Adam and Mikey seemed to be frozen with anger I knew that the wolf scent must be the Alpha's scent. Even the smell itself seemed to radiate the Alpha vibe.
After a few seconds of very awkward silence Daniel turned around and spoke. "Hey. Are you guys family?"
"Um " Mikey said, "Yeah. I'm Mikey and these are close friends, Raina and Adam." He gestured to us as he spoke in a slightly awkward fashion. I could tell he was a little weirded out with the whole situation.
"Hi." Daniel paused and tilted his head. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" He asked, looking straight
Chill of Night ..chap. 6 pt. 1 Chapt. 6 pt 1
The next week and a half passed by slowly. Nothing major happened at all which was nice for a change.
School was back in session, we had a bunch of new kids since a school in a smaller town near us had shut down and moved to our school district. 3 of the kids that I had chanced to get a wiff of were werewolves for sure. And that was only out of the people in my Classes.
My family didn't seem to notice anything different about me like I'd feared which was a definite plus, and everything seemed to go back to normal again at least for a while ..
I slipped into the seat next to Adam, sadly, advanced biology was the only class we had together. Adam grabbed my hand as I sat down.
"Raina " He whispered. There was some sort of urgency in his voice.
Winter WastelandA beautiful white bliss covered in ice.
Time here moves slowly, circling forever,like the eagles above.
The wind, cold and harsh, threatens to blow everything away with each wintery breath.
Fleeing snow seems to gallop like a mighty white stallion then crashes into the shoreline forming large white drifts.
Light reflects off the ice in rays, illuminating the surrounding beauty.
Animal tracks slowly fade as the storm approaches bringing the leaves of a dead autumn along with it.
The sound of cracking ice, like thunder fills my chilled ears, a calming sound.
The sky blends with the swirling snow masking the green of the pines.
This is the land of the lost but here I feel at home.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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