Literacy-Group

    I love my imagination... but this wasn't a time I was particularly proud of it.. *Why am I imagining this?!* The figure was your typical lovecraft dog/human hybrid tall with pale white naked veiny skin all over. I had the same feeling of shameful disgust you get when you hit puberty and start having lusty dream except this time instead of pleasure, it's fear that is triggering this disgust, not fear of the creature but rather fear of losing control. *It's looking in my direction!* This wasn't the first time that ever happened to me, when you have such a wide imagination as mine it's hard to keep yourself from experimenting with different

you are a fool, Sophia. As I look up at these city lights, every neon sign seems to advertise you; they all remind me of what I'm missing out on. I pass strangers and hear them whispering your tender mercies: "so?" "fee" "ahhh..." I may be being quite forward so early on in our correspondences, but the theory that you are a scrap of paper that someone would allow to slip through their fingers is ridiculous to me. I say that because even after only meeting you once, by such a fortunate and faithful chance, I wanted to write screenplays, novellas, and entire manuscripts only based on how beautiful your name sounds when I say it. I will be absor

~Chapter One: Stop & Stare~     "Come on, Noro. We're late as it is!" Yuki said as she and her meister, Noro, ran down the streets.      Yuki is Noro's partner. With her bleach blonde hair with green streeks and dark green eyes, every meister wanted to be her partner.      Noro can't blame them. Not only her looks were attcracting meisters to her but also her personality too. She is sweet, kind, and the list could go on! Noro.. Well, Yuki would say that he's a trouble maker. His bright orange hair and his icey blue eyes make him stand out in a crowed.      "How much farther?" Noro asked while keeping up with Yuki's speed.      "No

This is a story me and Sean wrote. It is both our works. I hope you enjoy The Divide - Blood Blood......What is it? The pulsating plasma running through your veins, which you obsessively asphyxiate your own death with. You see it as your end. Your crimson life essence pouring away. A draining elixir of existence. Unlike you I see potential, power, a fuel, but most of all regret. Two forces rule over the life of men, the names of which have not been spoken in decades. Two clans head the forces judging humanities actions preparing to make the final judgement. Coensors are the judges of Paradiso and Arbiters are the judges of Inferno both bar

"Wait," I say softly, moving my head slightly to face the others but not taking my eyes off the creature in front of us. "Wait?! You can't be serious!" Charlie hisses, holding up her katana. Cale, likewise, is holding up his large, sturdy metal pole, scowling at the bird-like creature. I have my makeshift bow in my right hand, but I have it held harmlessly down by my side, the shaft of poorly designed arrows across my back. I nod. "Yes, I am." Cale gawps at me. "I think he's lost it already," he mutters disdainfully. "No, I haven't. This thing clearly has intelligence, aye?" Slow, unsure nods from both of them. "So it must have answers to

Waking up to the sound of your alarm at 6:30am in the morning was always a pleasant thing. I groaned as I stretched out my arm and tried to hit the snooze button, instead I ended up knocking over my alarm onto the floor. "Ugh, not again." I said quietly as it shattered on point of impact, this was the second time I had knocked it over and broken it, this time I was sure it was going to have survived the fall, last time I had fixed it with tape and glue, now I didn't even want to look at it. I sat up in bed running my eyes trying to wake myself up for school; I stopped and looked at my hands. They were covered in blood, dried blood at that,

Once again I'm standing here, knife in hand, wondering why I don't just end this. I was sitting in my room, my family was out and I had no one, no one to talk to, no one to hold on to, and no one to complain to. A tear ran down my cheek as I remembered that it was Sunday, my girlfriends last day here in Logan Utah, just then my phone began to play a familiar tune which I knew as my ringtone. Caller ID: Katie I picked up my phone and smiled "Hey Kate." "Hey..." she paused, listening to my heaving breathing "Sam, are you crying?" she asked slightly paranoid "No, why would I be crying?"  I tried to laugh to convince her I wasn't but it s

Well what can I say, I am me I guess. Born and raised in the east of France, and then at the age of 6 and a half after a confusing divorce, I went to live in the UK with my mother and sister. I guess I was what you would call an outsider, a loser, a nerd. I never talked much, not as a child not as an adult. My school life was boring, until my life took a twist. Some people say I'm cursed, some say I have a gift, others a mutation. I'm loved, hated and feared for what I am, I was never popular, nor had a lot of friends and I always thought maybe I was just too un-cool or too much of a nerd and a loser, but now I see, that it wasn't becau