NoDuhMan

The halls are always quiet here at school. Other kids don't talk and the teachers rarely do more than select the next slide from the presentation. Sure, the scratching of pencils on paper is prevalent, but through what feel like eons, nothing stands out. Food is gray and the water is worse. Each slop from the buckets around the corners of the hallways is worse than the previous sponge-full. If you're lucky, you only need to squeeze once. Perhaps the only “lively” place here is the library, where the scratching of pencils is replaced by the tick and tacks of computer keys, eerily in unison. The dull yellow of the lights is put-of

Reaper stood atop the crushed cars, his scythe raking the air in front of him, slicing the vampires as they rushed for this tank of a monster. It was true, Reaper was no longer a man of the living, but from his last act of life came the second chance of retribution; that's what happens when a human gives their own life for the protection of an Innocent. Now where was I? Oh yes, the vampires." Well Reaper, this great giant of a machine, never so much as flinched when one of the demons would so much as rake his clothing. His great shoulder-pads, with spikes, I might add, absorbed even the strongest of blows from these creatures. Not that many

1. Fire It consumes me like a flood. It covers me like snow. It traps others like ice. And all with the strike of a match Comes the inevitable spark of flame. Fire, like hate, burns my flesh and bones. Fire, like peace, soothes my aches and pains. Fire, like totally enveloping rage and spite, Destroys the fires of others By consuming their fuel. Wood, like me, isn't dangerous as long as it stands still. Oxygen, from breath, isn't dangerous as long as it keeps moving. Heat, as ideas, is only dangerous with the other two, Because when one idea is given to me in a whisper, My feelings will grow from a candle to a star. Playing wi

Alice's scarf wrapped around her neck, the blue-black silk bringing out the flower and band in her hair. Her mother's necklace, sapphire today, rested around her neck, its cold copper and silver snakes slid around her throat. The snow underneath the soles of her feet was icy as well, but no more than usual; she didn't mind. In fact, snow was her favorite weather, even though she enjoyed them all. Leaning over to pick up a small patch of snow, she began to slowly work it into a ball with her hands, resting it in the mitten of her left hand from time to time when her right hand got too cold. She could almost see herself in the glistening of th