Lawren

I bought you flowers today, and the look in your eyes told me that I love you. I made you laugh today, and the sound of your voice told me that I care. I had to kiss you today, and the smile on your face told me that I will kiss you a thousand more. I went away today, and there was no you to me I didn't care today, and the tracks of your tears showed just how hard I cried I need you today, and the day after told me just how much that is true I love you, I care, I will kiss you today, I will make you laugh, I will make you smile, I will kiss you a thousand more times, and I will cry.

 All life begins with a bang. For some it's a bigger bang than others. For others it's a smaller bang than some. But that one notion holds true. There's always a bang... BANG!!! Bang!! bang! Three shots faded away into the darkness. So much for a quiet evening in the park! Dutch hurried toward the sound of the explosions. Rounding a corner blocked by wrought iron fencing and dense shrubs his feet slid over the grimy cement pathway and he nearly fell. The lights ahead were out, the way shrouded in darkness. Dutch slowed and withdrew his sidearm. He moved ahead slowly, crouching, silently as possible. He heard a noise, like clawing and

        I can't do it.        You can.        No, I can't.        Robert, you can.        No, you don't understand, I really can't.        ...        What?!        Robert—        Oh, alright!        The shot echoed away into the darkness. Deep, livid darkness. Through his sight Robert watched the wisps of fog curling, most likely not even realizing just what it was that had disturbed them.  Slowly he lowered his rifle, touched the com pack strapped to his shoulder and activated his diaphram mic.        Hit confirmed, over. His voice was gravel, thick and distorted. He had to work to make himself understood.        Negat

*                                                                      Chapter 3                                                                    Mid-Atlantic                                                                  51.71113 North                                                                  33.46136 West        Rhari glanced outward, slid the thin plastic shield closed, and cowered into the soft foam padding of her seat. She bit back the whine that threatened to escape from her throat. This was wrong. All of it. If people were supposed to fly, they'd be born with wings, not arms.        Everything would be alright, h

Vampires that are forsaken are know as Raven, (or crow, not sure yet). They are solitary, have no court, and are outcasts. One such turned Mercy. One such killed justice. One such was Arleigh. (Arleigh, the raven. Because he took himself from a forsaken, and made a pact, or a court, or whatever this is called.).They become kind of like monsters, mindless killers, but smart also, like a master, but not as careful. (Search bird names, this would be interesting, to find a bird name that could be used for the vamprye.) Perhaps, as a historical reference. The reason for this is the very first one. His name was Ravenous (Rewrites, add these tod

*       "Don't you care?"        "My give a damn is broken."        Mercy turned and stormed from the auditorium, the sound of her footfalls echoing back to the empty room. This was just what I needed. A fight turned to attitude. Now I knew why I didn't get involved with women, women friends in general. It complicated things. When your just friends talking is second nature, you brag and razz, if it's a female friend you might even get a little open with your feelings, get a little sexual tension in there and things become awkward.        "What's her problem?" I asked.       "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Robert looked up

*                                                       Chapter 2                                                     Lucky Charms        It was half a block later when she saw the first of them, sticking mostly to the shadows, trying to fan out around her. There were three of them, moving from an alleyway to the slate greenness of a sidewalk. That in itself meant nothing. They could have been human. Tourists. Lost. Drunk. Both... all three.        They weren't.        They moved in tandem, each behind the other in a sort of hunched-over crouch. A sneaking crawl, staying low in the shadows, sticking close to the buildings as they mo

*       The front of the room exploded at the tolling of the opening bells. Cinder blew outward in gunshot rapid succession as the weight of the room disintegrated to the pounding of steel over their surface. Glass fragments shot like razor knives and wires dangled like huge gorging snakes, flopping up and over the van as the wall crumpled.        Shinnies gun exploded, the hot beat off muzzle blowing outward and blinding both in it's flash. Antoine felt the burning metal streak past, hot muzzle fire scorching his cheek and for a moment he thought he had been shot.        You made it! his mind screamed a second later, bemused as it real

*       "Are you hungry?" Shuylin interrupted those thoughts before they could even begin and Lawrence had to shake his head for a minute, rub at his eyes in gratitude, before he could finally look at her. He shook his head in absence, and she asked again, "Are you hungry?"        Lawrence rolled that through his mind, suddenly so distracted by the simple question his uneasiness of a moment before was forgotten.        "I don't know—" He started to answer and found himself swallowing the lump in his throat. "I— I think I'm hungry? But right now just thinking about it's twisting my insides. Does that make any sense?"        "But you a