The Night Crew
The shuffling noises and nervous throat-clearings from the Night Crew behind her were beginning to make Lilith extremely irritated, but still, they had to be dealt with. There they stood, all of them; just waiting, except one unaccounted for, perhaps dead ... or maybe a runaway, in which case he'd be better off dead. She stared blindly at the floor, her rage barely contained; the last mission had been royally botched and she struggled to control the almost overwhelming urge to grab one of them by the throat and shove him bodily through a wall.
Hissing a final obscenity to herself she straightened up, adjusting her leather jac
3 Jahre in Eisen
3 Jahre in Blut
Der Wunsch des Entkommens
brennt wie die Glut
Gekettet durch Pein
An Felsen aus Schmerz
bricht mein Gebein
zerfetzt mir das Herz
Mein leben ohne jeden Sinn
Ich, der ich das Opfer bin
Bleibe hier in schwarzer Dunkelheit
und starre in die Ewigkeit
Bis Gott mir einen Engel sendet
An mein Dasein ihn verschwendet
Mit mir schwebt er aus dem Tod
Weit hinfort von Satans Sog
Gebete wurden nun erhört
Gerechtigkeit von Gott bestimmt
Friede wurde mir geschwört
Niemand mehr mir Freiheit nimmt
Murder of a Teenage Life 2 by PeteyGreene, literature
Literature
Murder of a Teenage Life 2
No, I lied, I didnt see who did it.
Several of the detectives sighed in disappointment. I knew that they thought I was lying about running away, but I could tell that they believed the lie I told them about the killer. I was not sure why I lied, but something told me that I could not give the police any information about the murder. Perhaps it was the constant indoctrination I received from Marcus telling me not to trust the authorities, I still hate the police even to this day. Or perhaps the reason was that a part of me thought that most of the blame for Joshuas death belonged with me. Or perhaps I simpl
The girl was about six years old: long brown hair, white sweater, and crisp blue jeans. She was sitting on the carpet. From under the armchair she slid out the side of what was once a large cardboard box. Then, from under the same armchair, she slipped a large piece of paper and a small box of eight crayons. The colors were in a very neat order: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, and black.
The crayons were out of their box lightning fast, but the girl was troubled. She stared at the colors each in turn, but could not pick one up right away. Hesitantly, she rested her small fingers on the red crayon, picked it up, and stu
There are days when I walk home from school, the normal route, past all the same houses. I see the brick house with a giant, protruding, supposedly artistic rock in the middle of the yard. I see the houses of my friends, of the dogs I walk while their owners are away, and of the children I see at the town library. There is no other way, really, to go home; it is a straight line, there and back. But I don't like straight lines.
Today, I don't head straight home, but instead walk in a totally different direction. I head up the block, past the town's main street, and down a hill toward the
The Reason for Courage by turtleshell107, literature
Literature
The Reason for Courage
The Reason for Courage
Once upon a time there was a huge clan of flies living in a swamp. They were all quite content there, being flies, when one day they had a visitor. Perhaps not so much a visitor in the sense of one who stops by for a time, but more like a squatter, one who takes land that doesn't belong to them and refuses to budge. It was in fact, quite literally, a squatter: a horrifyingly ugly toad. As soon as he hopped into sight, flies began disappearing right and left, prey to his fat, darting tongue.
The flies fled in a panic, hiding in a tree. They realized they'd have to leave their perfect little swamp and face uncertainty i