farewellThe thuds of the rain upon the clear hard windows echoed around the walls of that quiet dark room.
A man's shadow appeared at the back when the lightning flashed.
Nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing beside him announced another existence.
"Well " a girl muttered, her weak voice barely heard; "I g-guess ."
The man didn't make a hiss, remained silent by the corner.
"I won't forget you " she cried calmly, "I uh "
The tall figure approached and the girl thought he was leaning for a last kiss; her heart almost skipped a beat.
"Let's go." He said, picking up his umbrella that leant on the wall beside her. "It's night. I'll walk you home."
She nodded and followed him slowly.
"Where's your umbrella? You wanna walk in the rain or what?" he asked, stepping outside the building.
"Oh right sorry " she murmured, opening it and gently holding it upwards.
The man led the way, his face always down and looking firm. He knew where to go; he had always wa
The colors of friendship- - written by Adrian Iron Thunder - - -
- the colors of friendship- the Hope -
Once upon a time, the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The most beautiful. The favorite.
Green said: "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."
Blue interrupted: "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."
Yellow chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and w
Because of you- chap 1 ..Chapter one; 'The master'..
"Have you found her?? Have you found my child?!" a woman's voice shouted anxiously at a man on the other side of the phone. The fear held within her rattled with her shuffling words.
"Calm down ma'am, not yet; my men are still searching for her, but there's no trace anywhere so far. You go and have some sleep; we'll call you if anything occurs. Good night ma'am." The officer answered relived to close the telephone.
He sighed and looked back at his worried companions. "So Anything new?"
"We believe she has been kidnapped sir; here's her backpack but there's no hint of her yet; our men are still out there, sir "
"Damn this is the third girl in a row for these two years what's happening to the teens today?" the man puffed shaking his head with wonder
It was a dark, moonless night.
Heavy rain hithard the window panes as the strong winds splashed them
because of you- prologue"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you."
//Christian Morgenstern; German poet//
- Because of you -
"They say the artist has a third eye that's hidden inside of him; an eye that allows him to see a different world; a world where he belongs.
Whenever he's painting, playing music, or simply writing a poem, that eye opens and offers him what he needs, it shows him the reality of things
His concealed emotions grow stronger and forge themselves outside.
No one but another artist would be able to see them, to react towards them, or to full
Daydream huntersChapter 1
It's okay to have a nightmare every now and then. And it's really okay to not remember your dreams every morning. My grandma writes her dreams in a diary every day, but you know grandmas...
Sometimes dreams leave with the dandelion seeds and eye lashes, so simply and obviously because they were not meant to come true.
Day dreams are nice, in class or when you're in the "in-between-land," under a tree; where you can't say what reality is. I hope you know, Dreamer, I dream about you all the time. And I hope sometime we meet in the sweet star struck sleeping thoughts.
I must warn you though, I am afraid of living a dream that is not mine. I don't know the territory I'm wandering in then; since the ending surely won't be mine either;
Have a good night dreamer.
I have once heard that, when you're born with everything others want and wish for, you live while having nothing to dream about. You live an empty life.
You keep going on and on with no destination; neve