Taken and Psychic 2“Sammy?” gasped Dean. The boy looked at him with scared eyes that sent a chill down Dean’s spine.“Love, are they?” the boy with the blue streak asked hesitantly.“Yes, Seth.” sighed Sam.(Dpov)“Dean, what are you talking about?” stuttered a wide eyed Caleb.“That’s Sammy, Cales.” whispered Dean as he elbowed Caleb softly, shocking all the hunters besides John who was in a state of shock at his youngest son.Suddenly there was hysterical laughing, that sounded like crying.(Spov)There was laughing from behind me. I turned and glared at Azazel.“Shut up Azazel!” yelled Seth, before saying a phrase in an language the hunters didn’t understand and pressing his hand to Azazel’s forehead."No no no." the YED cried before a scream sounded out of his throat and yellow smoke came rushing out of his mouth, before it was sucked into the floor.“What the hell?” came from the group of hunt
A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 1 The moon glowed bright in the sky, a warehouse right of the high way into a woodsy area. The warehouse windows were either cracked or missing, replaced with a dark gray cover. Music blaring, spider webs covered the entrance of the warehouse, covered in spiders, ranging from black to purple. Jack-O-Lanterns sat all around the walk way and throughout the patches of overgrown grass. They shone a wicked orange, giving them a sinister look, a line of teens, joking and laughing."Come on Zacky!" called a crazy haired boy who was dragging a smaller boy with black and purple colored haired."But Jimmy!" whined the boy."No, you're not missing this party!" growled Jimmy.Signing, Zacky gave up struggling making Jimmy smile."Hey guys!" said a boy with shades and ripped black jeans."Mattie!" was screamed as Jimmy let go of Zacky and jumped on Matt, giving him a tackle hug and a deep kiss.Laughing at the scene, Zacky rolled his eyes at the sight that happened almost ever
Taken and Psychic 1The house looked like something straight out of a horror film. It was old and rickety; the gray exterior leading itself to age the building, the broken windows telling about an old haunted history of pain and suffering. Cobwebs had formed in just about everywhere and a layer of dust covered every surface. The yard was overgrown with grass and weeds making it hard to see the arrival of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, a black ford truck, and a beat up red, rusting truck from the eighties. The Impala was first to stop. A man with short black hair and dark warm brown eyes, he was standing outside of the driver's side."Dean, Caleb stay in the car until I say so
ok?" said the man."Yes dad," said Dean in a bored tone."Yes Johnny, we gotcha," chuckled Caleb."Good, I'll be right back." He called as he walked to the black truck."Why does he do that?" asked Dean."Do what?""Make us wait! I'm not a child! I'm a grown man. For chrisakes I'm twenty-one, Cales!" was whispered harshly.
Days Without YouI'm laying awake at night.Thinking of you,Kills me inside.Knowing your gone forever.Lost here without you.I need you with me,Cause it kills me,But when I sleep,It's like your with me.I wish some way,You were with me.But I'll have to wait until I sleep,To be with you.
Wasn't There?If I wasn't here tomorrow?Gone and never coming back ?Would you care?Or would you lose sleep at night?Lost in my own mind.Lost in the dark.Pleading silently for help.For someone to pull me out of my own hell.
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.I have no answer for this question.The more I search my brain,The more I feel inadequate.I cannot fathom the correct answer.Didn't I study this for hours?Why is your intellect basedOn such trivial things?Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.Why don't I know what to write?This test is a nightmare.Why can't I get this right?The only thing about me I was proud ofHas now vanishedBecause my textbook knowledgeWasn't up to par.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobI expected a knight in shining armour but you werejust a boy, just a boy.ii. Jonnyyou flirted and you teased and you kissed meat midnight on new year’s eve and set the tonefor that whole god-forsaken year.iii. ThomasI could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.iv. Liamfriends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen andfriends shouldn’t drink gin together andfriends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, andfriends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart andI’m still sorry.v. PeteI expected just a boy but you werea knight in shining armour, silver to the prettyivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and foundonly don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusingto be saved.vi. Helenwe were drunk and you were more beautifulunder the harsh car park lights than I had noticed beforeand you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup andwe still laugh about it now.vii. Na
Dear MeDear me, I know we've had disagreementsAnd that we don't always see eye to eye,But the last thing I want for youIs to feel like you have to say goodbye.Dear me, I know you've been hurting a whileAnd I know that you're sick of the misery,But just keep holding on a day at a timeAnd someday you'll find yourself set free.Dear me, I know you've been crying.I've seen your demons give chase.Smile instead for things will get better.Wipe those tears off your pretty face.Dear me, I know your heart is breaking,Like your being is shattered in two,But please, don't give up just yet.The survival rate is too few.Dear me, I see that you're struggling,That you feel like you're on the brink.But keep pushing forward, keep fighting.You're much stronger than you think.Dear me, I feel so proud of you.You've made it out alive.You're happy now with all you've gained.You've reached all for which you did strive.
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,You were the first to say "hello".And you did so with beaming joy.When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,You were the one who sat by my side.And listened with an open heart.When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.And you made me feel like somebody.When I thought of so many reasons to die...You became my reason to live...And I will never forget that.
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,and not in the humorous way,not like the, I'm “going” insane waybecause I am Insane.I'm insane in the sense that I can hearthings that aren't necessarily there,things that burrow their little bodiesinside of my ears.And insane in the way I see things, things thatyou can't see. And trust me it'snothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,not a special power that I harness.This is schizophrenia.This is a delusion so real and “natural”that you can't tell whether it's imaginationor something unnaturalThis is a nightmare that never goes away,that a pinch to the arm only angers morethan medications that are supposed to stopthe mental sores.These are arms so red and angry,because pinching doesn't work,but you pinch and pinch and pinchin order to maintain some sort of normality.And these next few lines are not todote down on Christians, becauseI'm one of you. Just God'sforsaken child, I
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
god is lovei want to scream god is love. i want to hide god is love i want to cry god is love i want to give up god is love i want to fight. god is love. i want to hate. god is love i want to die. god is love i want to disappear but god is love. i want to cry god is love. never give up dear friends for we are not alone for god is love dear friend reverse thinking for inspiration . it does not matter which religion you are. we are his children there is light in the darkness donnot give up
The futurethe path widensstepping slowlytoward something unknowna nervousness followsa curiosity takes overnow sprintingand we run to embrace the future
vogue is full of contusions it's fashion weekan d it smells of addictiona n d lust, of fur coats,swe e/at, and dust. silence and tongues encapsulate memorieslike a coffinand th r oatsare amnesiacs. curdle nightmaresand hurdle puddles of your past and give them to please let me soak it in my abdomenand thrust against my hips until knees buckleand we crumble togetherrome is fallingi am failing you are lyingbut we are fuckingdyingor maybe fucking dying or tucking cryingin the holster of these paper cuts and lists thattell us who we gotta be or gonna seein the afterlife of
Just A KissJust one kiss,Would be great.To be loved by you,But I know,That wont happen.I feel I'm not worth,your love.Just a kiss,wouldn't be enough.