Storm Warning, Chapter 17

Submitted by Jackie West on Thu, 02/24/2011 - 02:04
   

Brynn decided to take an inventory of all their supplies to help her keep her sanity for a little while longer. She had been in the cave nearly all of the time that she had been…

here

…which, now was about a week!

 

                She was laying out the medical supplies and writing busily on a notepad when her foot touched something on the floor. She bent down to see what it was and gasped when she saw a dead mouse.

Afraid

Submitted by paperpoet on Wed, 02/23/2011 - 14:40

 

I truly am trying To lift the weight in my chest Throwing away the shackles Be patient, I may yet decide to be free I really do want To unfurl my fragile, unused wings Beat up to the sky And fly Away from this frame of mind And yet the fear That I have worn as a blanket And as a straightjacket Still holds me In a death grip embrace

Music in the Wind

Submitted by Hannah on Wed, 02/23/2011 - 06:51

It's got me by the soul

I sway and turn with every note

It flows in time with the wind

 

My hair blows freely round my face

the song takes me up

I feel like a kite

so high in the windy sky

 

I am flying

my heart is in the clouds

this melody is taking me higher

so far off the ground

 

I feel as if I can touch heaven

like I'm going home

my steps match the beat

perfectly

 

My heart beats in time to the song

runs in my blood

Bound Loosely

Submitted by Sarah on Wed, 02/23/2011 - 06:39

alive
or at least not dead
I am not sure
I live just yet.

 

captured
my heart securely caught
can barely breath
the lesson has been taught

 

manipulator
twisted round your fingers
release me!
yet still somehow I linger

 

addicted
fastened by your lies
barely allowed to think freely
yet when I'm with you I can fly

 

escaping
ripping painfully loose
I may walk alone
but I'll never recover from you

Fairies

Submitted by Claire J. on Tue, 02/22/2011 - 18:07

 Fairies

 

Fairies dwell in secret places,

Oft in trees or flower faces,

Deep in grass, or strong reeds tall,

Or e'en behind a waterfall.

 

You ne'er can see, you ne'er can tell;

They hide in tree or wishing well,

If with a mouse, or e'en your cat,

You know, these fairies, they can do that.

 

They are so small and sweet and bright,

Quick and pretty and oh-so-light,

They live in joy, they love their laughter,

And so they'll live forever after.

Gale

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 02/22/2011 - 17:00

a sepia-tone cyclone
rolled over distant, thrashing fields
I went outside in black and white
just to know how the wind would feel.

glass gleamed, light seemed
weak for the time of year
nobody looked as trees shook
and the cyclone spun ever near.

your shining eyes, the stormy skies
boxed in on a colorless screen
roads stretching out just turn back around
and around in the sepia dream.

you called my name, the storm raged
I was still and watched it near

Wonderland

Submitted by Stephan on Mon, 02/21/2011 - 00:30

 

WONDERLAND

 

Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me. 

When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college. 

Tass -Pt. 34.

Submitted by Tahlia Grant on Sun, 02/20/2011 - 23:54

When Rynere woke the next morning, the embers of the fire were only softly glowing red. Danid, as far as she could see, still wasn't conscious. Kyndran was asleep in the corner he had resigned himself to, and Kace was softly snoring on a wooden chair in the doorway that led to the outside.

The door itself was open, letting in the soft pink light of early dawn. Tace was nowhere in sight.