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Fall down the waterfall It goes against the waves Feel fine as you're sinking Beside the rest of our graves Hold me tight Sinking down 200 yards Sleep at night One of us let down their guard And nothing feels the Same as when you let me in And nothing feels the Same because we forgot to begin Do you wish That we could start again Did you think I wouldn't forget again Did you want To hold the coordinates for me Did you think I wouldn't forget again Can you see The water pouring down on me Can you see That we are at the bottom of the sea? No one else Is watching us sink No one else Is watching us slip away Did you th

Everyone was in shock. Who would've guessed it would be sweet little Syn who would end up dying in the Well-Fed Games? My mom was thinking hard. "Damnit, I already told her I would pay her 100 bucks... Unless..." My mom's face suddenly lit up. "I volunteer my daughter, Fatniss Mainstream, to go in the place of Synagogue Mainstream!" My mom yelled. "Well, I'm glad I'm not her." I said. "Um, Fatniss? You are her." Flab reminded me. "Damn." I said sadly. "Just... Damn..." I started to walk up, when Flab suddenly yelled "Wait!" I turned around, hoping she was going to volunteer for me. "Here, take this pin instead." She said, taking my bi

I. Art is a sense of magic -Stan Brakhage The fist day of eighth grade was already off to a terrific start, I thought. So far, two kids had already been suspended for fighting, one had been suspended for bringing a gun to school, and three had been suspended for smoking pot in the hallway. "Alright, class, we have a new student joining us today." Mrs. Harkshaw, my homeroom teacher said. "Her name is Avery Cuelain, and she just moved from Toronto, Canada. I expect you all to make her feel welcome." Avery smiled at the class. No one smiled back. "Not the kind of welcome I'd expect, but, it's all good" Avery said with a laugh. "I hate her,"

Receiving Transmission... Sent at 6:00 Pm Sunday I mean... I love him but I might not be able to be with him It'll be ok... If you really love him, just keep in touch, and one day... You may even be able to see him... I can't promise you anything... except one thing... what? I will love you... I may find someone else who is tangible, who is real in the sense where she can exist outside of the internet... But you'll always be there too... And maybe I can have you too, one day... ...I'm real I know.. but I live so far away from you... but I will hold on to you... I-if I disappear for more than a day... please tell him about my dad...

Chapter Two: Into the Underdark Draco trudged angrily to mission briefing. He would keep Shadow and Gabe alive, This he was determined of. Kasit and Clawdia were already at briefing. The two tigrin twins had been a part of the Seventh Squadron as long as he could remember. Neither were very old, however. Draco had never asked for their ages, but he estimated that they were in their late twenties. Kasit was roughly seven feet tall, which was the closest anyone was to Dracos enormous eight foot tall self. Kasit had orange and black pattern stripes that was normal for a tigrin. He was of a lean build, but his arms were stronger than anyone he

H?LF-LIFE ENDGAME The green lights, flashing, electrical arcs bouncing everywhere. Then everything was dark. Slowly, fading back into reality, Gordon saw the G-man. He was standing some 6 feet away on the same Chunk of Xen. A tall, lean man in a dark gray suit and a red tie, he held a plane brown brief case. The G-man cleared his throught and spoke. "Gordon Freeman, in the flesh… or rather, in the hazard suit." The G-man chuckled. "I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons. Most of them were government property." Again, the G-man chuckled. "As for the suit, I think you've earned it." The scene shifted, in the same b