April 23, 2011 | 
Author Away… night is cold and fleeting Home… just an excuse Hurry… There wont be another There is no hope for the heartless No cover from the cold Dark wind blows Blinding your sight This is my home oh isn’t pretty? Oh isn’t it pretty? There is no way That I may stay No answer to my prayers No warmth in my heart
Away… There may be answers Home… is just a memory Hurry.. there will be no one waiting There is no dream to lift my wings No light to guide my way Dark wind stirs A desire in my blood This is my home oh isn’t pretty? Oh isn’t pretty? No way you will remember me Till dawn’s light flees No answer to the hurt No answer to my feelings.
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Delicate white flowers blow in a gentle breeze. A female figure stands quietly in the middle of the field. For miles and miles there is nothing but delicate white flowers swaying with the wind under a brilliant blue sky. The figure cocks its head as if listening to something, but there is no sound. Suddenly the figure turns around and a young girl smiles at a running shadow. She smiles widely and says something but no sound escapes from her lips. A huge sob escapes the lips of the new shadow form as it leaps and tries to grab the girl. She smiles sadly and holds out her hand. Suddenly there is a bright light and a sad song flows through the quiet gradually getting louder and you can hear a heart beat intertwined deeply in the melody. The faces of both figures are bathed in a soft blue light. The girl reaches out her hand and a silver key drops from her hand. Again her mouth moves but there are no words, just the song that is getting ever louder. The other figure, a young man, lets tears stream down his face as he tries to reach past her hand and touch her. His hand passes through her as if she isn¹t really there. Another sob escapes him as she drops the key into his unwilling hands and she fades away. Huge Rain drops start falling and damaging the flowers. The flowers wilt and seem to all but disappear to revile a mud pit. The man sobs noisily pressing the silver key to his cheek. The song and light disappears leaving only a harsh barren lands full of mud from the pounding rain. Yet he still sits and cries, morning the loss of the girl. He says only one thing as the rain falls around him and the thunder rolls ahead, “guard this, the key , guard it from them.”
The night was cold and dark. Faint whispers of breath came from behind. IF only he could run a bit longer. Just a little bit longer, he might be safe. His breath came faster and faster as he raced through the dark back streets. What he failed to realize was that there wasn’t just one thing
following him. The second figure raced just even with the monster as they ran forward through the shadows and unending darkness.
His breath was coming in short gasps now. Why hadn’t he come out on a main street yet? He came to a dead end and dived into the nearest trash pile, still trying to catch his breath. He sat still watching for the monster to enter the ally, hoping and praying the whole time that it wouldn’t see him.
A shadow form appeared in the entrances to the ally. He barely breathed. It didn’t look real to his eyes, it was all black nothing but black. That was all he could see, it didn’t even have a definite shape, but this wasn’t half as bad as the feelings it gave off. The feeling that he might lose his soul to it’s evil blackness.
A sound, a crash, the dreadful eyes turned away from him. He let out a quivering breath of relief. A watery, silky voice and a gut wrenching scream came from the entrance and then like magic the surrounding darkness was gone. It was just night again, but what had happened to that monster?
A hand? The same unclear but smooth voice asking if he was alright. Was this really all a dream? He looked up at the angelic face still hidden by shadows. A shining gem in the middle of her forehead took his focus away from her face. Even as the darkness of night surrounded them the gem
and it’s metal work gleamed like the sun.
Again her voice asking, “Are you okay? Can you stand?”. He shakily got up to
his feet and can see the brilliant smile on her face, even though he still can’t make out the features of her face. “Who.. who are you?” he asked the shadow girl.
Her smile widens, she whispers but he can’t understand what she says expect something about going home now. That it won’t be attacking this area again. He rebels against her kind comment. He ran away for a reason, and he had no desire to return now, not ever.
“I ran way from home. My parents don’t care! All they do is fight over me! I’m tired of it, I came out here to make my home,” he pauses wondering why he even bothered telling this shadow girl his feelings, “so I’m not going back there!”
A frown. “Home is where the heart is. Things on the street are no better. NO one should have to live on these streets right now, danger lurks in every corner. Go home and see, things will work out. You’ve spent hours running in it’s dark maze. You should be exhausted.
He tried to take a step froward to prove he was fine, but stumbles. She grabs him and walks in a direction he can’t even see. He loses track of where they go but all to soon they are standing before his house.
He tries vainly to memorize her face but it’s still a black blur. “Are the streets your home?” he asks trying in once last fatal attempt to figure out how to find her again. A smile. “Only tonight are these street’s my home.”
She fades away with the first rays of morning coming across the dark sky. He sees his parents running out to meet him. “Who are you? Shadow Girl?” he whispers to the shadows and he watches the sun rise and spread it’s golden warmth across the land once more.
