FuryOfTheNecromancer

Sweat moistened her brow, generating a somewhat embarrassing glisten. Not that it mattered  much,  everyone  was  sweating  and  she  was  nowhere near the most noticeable. Michael  looked  as  though he could slide right off his chair and Olivia, the girl sitting next to her, was completely  red-faced. The  school’s  air-conditioning  had broken  down during second  period  and  now  they  had  to  endure  the  heat  in  their  stuffy uniforms. Vanessa glanced at the impossibly slow clock at least ten times in under a minute. Only five minutes until the  end  of the day. Her white  button-down stuck  uncomfortably to her sweat-soaked s

Music shriller than any scream called to her from deep within. Clara knew in her heart that no good could result from giving in to primal instinct, but it grew difficult to resist. Countless days she had spent bound inside her lonesome tower seemed to stretch out towards eternity. A refuge of unwanted solitude. “It’s for your own good,” they would say, “you will be a proper lady one day.” Pure, proper, confined and resigned. She had believed them once upon a time, but now she wasn’t so sure. As she stepped across the cold stone floor her elaborate dress chased after. Beautiful and extravagant, a symbol

The last thing he remembered was chatting with Amelia over a cup of Timmie’s and now he was naked in a forest. He didn’t know how it had come to this but he didn’t feel like sticking around to find out. Soft snowflakes landed on his exposed flesh , his thoughts flashed back to the snowstorm warning he had seen on the news. He was sure he’d die if he stayed out for too long. Not that he knew what to do, the forest was thick and gave no signs of thinning out. This can’t be happening to me, it’s like something out of a movie. With one step, pain jolted up his leg. He looked downward to see fallen pine needles

I spent my night thinking of you, of the light you brought into my life. The times when we were happy and carefree, when the world was still our oyster. Everything was so bright back then. All of my memories of you are bathed in that same brilliant light. Do you remember when we went swimming in the river? It was cold for a summer day and I said we’d catch colds but you insisted anyways. I went along with you, despite my hesitation, like I always did. We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting in the chilly currents, I recall it as one of my fondest memories. The next day, as I said we would, we both weren’t feeling well. Is

He   Doesn't            Love                  You. He only Loves The idea Of you. He  Doesn't           Treasure                     You. Not the Person You truly Are. Only your body. He doesn't Care What You say. Only    What          You              Wear. He doesn't Pay attention To what matters To you. Only to what has value to him. To him, You are Just like, Everyone else. Don't      You          Even               Think Of selling Your marvelous self Short.                                                                            

Behind the eyes that shine so bright. There is a space that lacks all light. It hides from all that's good and fair. It is the place we call despair. Why fight at all when we cannot win. For we have lost what we have been. Deep inside we are all but dead. Shut inside this tight locked head. Breath within and breath without. But never ever can we shout. They see us smile so nice and wide. They never see the parts that died. Cold the heart that beats so slow. Within the chest that lack all glow. And dark as night the thoughts of mind. When we are not with our own kind. Abandoned or lost without a doubt. The tears won't fall; there is a drou