Here is the blade. Shall you run me through?

You have always been such an enigma. I have written story after story about you, never growing tired of your characters. You are Gavin, Pablo and you are Lawrence. I find your face in the entryway to my dreams.

Perhaps you shall be there for many years to come and I shall weave your substance into thousands of stories, poems and quotes, only time can show your fate in many dreams, many enchanted forests and in bellies of dark mechanical beasts.

If I should go away forever,you only have to say it. I will grant your wish. My stories will change and the vessels of the monster will purge themselves. In ace of your aching heart, I shall write some other scene-something that is a shadow of some other emotion in-related to you. I shall definitely go away into history as if I had never been formed.

But if you do not wish it, I will stay in the shadows while storms rage from within...my heart,my flesh and my soul is a sepulture for the death in you.

The Broken Girls

Karen, Kerri Ann,Yuki, Sherrie and Tysha

Tormented-Broken-Dead

"Are you still tormented?"

"Yes, I am still terribly tormented."

Macie dropped her head and stared at her fingers. She always liked to look at her hands; she imagined them to be intertwined with his fingers. A knotted mass of the most beautiful thing on earth. She was silly. The last time she saw his picture, she focused on his hands. She looked at his hands and his lips because she could not see his eyes.

Her other was quiet. Macie looked up to see the dead girl watching her. Macie wanted to say something but her words were tired. They had been coming out through her fingers in such a torrent that her brain had started to hurt.

Her other opened her lips and Macie could see the darkness. "Macie, you must put this thing to rest. You know it is for the best."

"I cannot betray him like this." Macie's face was a mess of pain. Her forehead scrunched up in defense. If her anger could make the dead girl go away then she could keep her torment. She could put it in the bone box, within the meaty drum and the dead girl could never find it. Macie could hide it.

"Macie, listen to me." the dead girl got close, close enough that Macie could smell the cemetary on her friend's skin. She was pale and her red hair contrasted with her dead flesh. Macie focused on the dead girl's freckles like before. She liked the freckles.

" Listen to me!" The dead girl touched Macie on the arm making her jump. "You have to let it go."

Macie looked into the dead girl's green eyes and grew angry. "No!"

"Macie, you are still broken."

"I know, Anna. But we are the broken girls."

Anna grew sad and then she spoke very firmly. "I am not broken, Macie. I am dead."

Kathy, a godsend

We first met on Triond. It was when Spirit was cavorting around like a lunatic and starting terrible trouble. Kathy was always so grounded and good. At the time, I didn't notice her much. I was living the crazed life and stealing energy from the boys.

As triond faded into the past, I kept in contact with Kathy. Over time, I started to write more and really find my true calling. Kathy and I talked of things on occasion and that is when I realized what I must do. I asked her questions and she guided me through the wilderness of freelancing. Then, she let me go. I have been fighting through the underbrush and finding small victories along the way. I am not where I want to be, but I am enjoying the journey.

Kathy is a godsend.

Lonely earth

I say, give to me sustanence. I crave the waters of your gaze. I am in longing for that very rare and hydrating heart of yours. The oceans, the rivers and the lakes cannot quench my suffering...

I cannot forget nor shall I ever lose hope.

I am tormented and I am starving.