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Falling Feathers Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen: Reunited
"What does a witch order at a hotel?"
" I don't know, what?"
"Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!" Karsh exclaimed the vain in is head bulging.
"But you won't know the rest of the joke," Helena pouted.
"The joke?! Who freaken cares about the joke?!" he said trying to remain under control, but this had been going on for an hour now.
"I have another."
"Why!? Why do you have another witch joke?!"
Sterling seemed to shrink away with embarrassment and drew his hood over his head even though it was just the three of them as they continued to argue like they were already an old married couple. Sterling had run into them after following Hace and they were now looking for him, Karsh and Helena said that they had a plan as to how to find him and Crovix, but they wouldn't tell Sterling where they were headed. The excuse that he would not believe them was frequently used after they left Death City using Sterling's teleportation and
Falling Feathers Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen: Devil's Play
A very soft morning light touched Crovix's face and her eyes fluttered open to stare at a soft dark blue sky, slowly becoming lighter. Her whole body felt tense and constricted, but this was only because she had slept on the ground with her clothes on the previous night. Although her bed had been made of moss and dirt with a few rocks it had not been the worst sleep she'd ever had though. Crovix drew her arms around her body in the cold and found that she was sleeping under something. She immediately looked down to see what was covering her and saw that it was Hace's long black cloak, which was surprisingly warmer that she'd expected, making her wonder what kind of conditions Hace had been through before coming to Death City.
Crovix turned over on her side to see the motorcycle standing between where she slept and where Hace should be sleeping, but he was not there. She gasped and sat up quickly glancing around at the forest beyond th
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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