DarkestCornersLIT

The wind blows the leaves The water glides in the wind I see you, the end.

Underneath an overpass, In downtown Atlanta, Lives an old man, With his clothes, but no shelter You'd think that with his strife, And not enough to eat, That this old man, Couldn't get up off of his knees... And you'd be so wrong! If you want to know, The secret to this life, Then just bend down your head, And look into his eyes There is a sparkle in them, I swear, I think they gleam, It connects me to his mind, And all the things he's seen... And it blows me away! He has this little smile, That now, I understand, Life is so much different, Living as one of the damned... God bless the damned! They are the ones, Who really stand! God bles

REVENGE THE PLAY PART 1 ACT 1 SCENCE 1 Dad Scar (At scar's house.) (Scar is eating breakfast) Dad: So what are you going to do now that you're not with tom? Scar: Well I was planning on getting revenge and making him jealous. But I thought about it and I'm just going to forget about him. (Scar is thinking about what her stepmom told her) Dad: Your mom wants you to leave early today. (Dad walks to the door.) Scar: She's not my mom. (Scar follows her dad.) Act one scene two Scar Jabs Tom (At school) Scar: Oh sorry I didn't see you there. (Scar starts thinking about how good jabs is looking.) Jabs: That is okay but you sh

Oblivion, Field trip The court had spoken: I was to remain in this world under the supervision of my finder. Fine, I was happy for the fact that I were to stay there, away from my own world where a day could be hell trying to remain in the shadows hiding my secrets. However being supervised by Dark - my finder, captor, and now my prison guard - had me longing back home. And I was trapped with him until further notice. The day after the final judgement we were already on a field trip. Dark had practically threatened me out of bed at night and dragged me along with him. And by the time the sun rose above the horizon, we had reached his destin

Who knew a single night could hold so much beauty? …but so much terror at the same time?     The engine is loud in the still night, but the roar only adds to the excitement. Going on this adventure will be a finishing touch, the icing on my independence cake. Finally, I am away. Away from school, I am away from being controlled, and as much as it pains me and pleasures me all at once, I am away from my parents, rotting in their treatment homes.     I've read history books about cold winters, snow, and global warming. Now, even in December, the night air is a brisk sixty degrees Fahrenheit. There is no fence in my backyard, and I tak

The wind blows the leaves The water glides in the wind I see you, the end.