AnimalI can't escape this Hell.
I walked calmly down the aisle, past the boxes of paper towels, mop heads, and other cleaning supplies layered on the shelves as if the store was expecting a mob of maids to suddenly storm inside. It was late, but still there was a good amount of people inside; those who had just gotten off a long shift at work only to have to stop at the twenty-four hour market in order to supply their families with the necessities; paychecks in hand.
So many times I've tried.
They would all prove to be troublesome later, but there was no longer anything that could be done about it. My target was in sight as I approached the dairy section. The light-headedness I felt cleared pieces at a time the more I convinced myself this was the only way it could end.
But I'm still caged inside.
In a single, fluid motion I unveiled the glistening weapon I had hidden inside the lint-filled pocket of my jacket. Without blinking
RandomThe rain thuded on the tin sheet above her head, almost drowning out the roar of the thunder. Droplets slicked down her long, blond strands of hair and beaded at the tips, until they were too heavy to resist gravity. Another crack of thunder came just as a streak of lightning appeared in front of her. Peering out of the dark, the girl looked down at her long fingers, the nails chipped and the skin cracked from long, dry days in the few months before all of this had happened. Her palms were stained a deep red that bubbled and swirled with the raindrops that puddled there. Feeling a deep, unexplainable horror, she tried to wipe them off on her faded, hole-pocked jeans with no success. Why? Why has this happened?
"It's top secret. Need-to-know basis." And with that Rex and his "friend" were admitted into Area 82. It had been a long time since an outsider was allowed into
My SuicideWhen there's no other way out, the barrel of the gun glistens that much brighter in the moonlight. I tried as hard as I could, always, but it wasn't enough. I had failed, failed at one of the most important things life gives you. When that happens, you don't deserve to live. A task so seemingly simple until it wormed into my brain and lay siege on every part of my conscience. Battered and bruised I trudged out of my own battlefield defeated; defeated in my own territory. All my soldiers had deserted me, left me alone to burn in my own living Hell that was my mind. At times I would lay curled up in a ball wherever I happened to be; stick my head between my knees; close my eyes and fall into the darkness. But no more.
I had believed in a God at one point in my life, a time when the sun sparkled off my first head of hair, or the time when I thought I would really get my two front teeth for C
Halloween '09Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween.</b>
I tapped my pen to the beat of the song; This Is Halloween by Danny Elfman was a magnificent opening for a great movie. I was attempting to do my homework while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, but was too swept up in the Halloween mood to do any kind of advanced trigonometry. It was raining; it was dark; it was October 30th. I had a distracted thought on how lame it was to have homework on the Friday before Halloween, and threw my textbooks aside before logging onto my laptop. Besides, all work and no play would make Jack Skellington a dull boy.
I decided to visit deviantART for a look at the most recent holiday drawings. I was unsurprised to see several pictures of Jack Skellington and Oogie Boogie automaticly pop up, along with various witches, p