PhantomoftheShadows

Take a twist with fate Let the story unfold Pick up the pen before its too late Write what has been untold Let it flow, Free the words from your mind Teach them to grow Learn to be kind Carry the pain Stop trying to hide Find what you gain Heaven knows you tried....

I'm in a spotlight, stuck on center stage. Fighting with the silence, that is my cage. Trying to overcome the feelings I'm forced to feel. Wish some of these wounds would just close and heal. Caught in between of what was and what could be, But we will never know, between you and me.

Chapter 6: I was in the studio putting on the first song she walked in on before which was ballet. Is a slow song okay? Maybe I should put rumba in? I shrugged at the thought. She walked in a few minutes later. She was wearing a violet and black stripped shirt and dress up black pants with violet heels. I nodded to myself. She looked better than she did before.  She smiled at me. “I missed you.” I stayed quiet and nodded. “You look beautiful.” “You look better than beautiful” her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. The music turned to rumba; it was the song I decided to teach her how to do basic mov

Chapter 2 The Crossroad Sawyer leaned back against the school building beside the stairs. He watched the students leave the school, glancing among their faces. They were wrapped in coats and scarves to protect themselves from the chilly early October wind. Despite this, many girls still wore skirts with long stockings. Many of these girls smiled as they caught his stare, but turned away just like the girls who wore thick pants, only less quickly. They all blushed at his attention. He had a face that many girls found hard to ignore. His eyes wondered to a girl blatantly checking him out at the gate. She had long brown hair and a skimpy dress

Chapter 1 Demons Among Us There was screaming. “Wait!” Piercing metallic noises surrounded her. The crunching of metal. The screeching of friction. It was hard to hear anything around them. “Don't Go!” Pain surged through her. Her vision was blacking. All she could see was red dripping everywhere. “You're forgetting!” Someone was shouting at her. Their voice was so loud and irritating. “Wake up!” Pat's eyes snapped open and she shot upright. Sweat was running down her, making her black nightshirt stick to her skin. She ran a hand through her short dark locks. An annoying, repetitive bee