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.
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.I didn’t notice all of the bottlesThat littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.I didn’t think it odd for a momentBecause the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.I haven’t seen you actually happyAnd it kills me.I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquorHiding behind it.You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadowThe darkness sticks to youIt slowly made its way from your shoesTo your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.A hollow shell.Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.You broke all of your bonesAnd couldn’t make it back home.You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.To see that things get better,So you neverTried.The things that I never paid attention to when I was smallIs allThat I can see now.And I feel so horribleBecau
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the starsand I think, maybe they don't shine for us.Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,I'm important and I can do good."Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,just the way we use them to search for our home across the oceanand for a new worldand for something other than dead sea.Maybe they're afraid of burning outjust like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendshipsand maybe they think they're not good enoughthat they could have been better,that they could have been a sun or a planetbut they missed their opportunity.I wonder if the stars live in cliques,or if those constellations are their family members,and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parentsor run away from homeor write about it?I bet the stars live like us,but what would I know?I'm just a dead girl from the grave,and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Is This Love?Okay,I think I finally found out what love is.Is it when,The sight of her,Turns your heart,To her element.If so, iron man you got some competition,Because I’m in the position to fly,No suit needed.When she isn’t around my heart is bleeding.I just, want her and only her.We can fight til morning,But please don’t leave,If you do, at least,Punch a hole,Through my soul,So in my next life,I will still have your imprint,But while we are still living this one,I want you close, no space for an indent.We can have fun together,Whether or not the weather is kind.The harsh sun couldn’t burnThe galaxies I seen in your eyes.It’s hard to define this I know,But do you remember your first sightOut of the womb, me either.But I’m sure it was a beautiful creation,Just like when I seen you.So all I ask, is if this is love,And you feel the same for me,Let’s commence this operation,In hopes to get married someday,And dance to the Beatl
Just SmileJust SmileThe rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scornSometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.But like my dearest friends taught me, just smileSmile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.So make your life, and your body feel much better bySmiling.
on salting the field and winning the warthe phone rings again; pick it up.today, the boss asked her when you'recoming back to work. she says she doesn't knowwhen the last time you got out of your house was.you're not sure either. not all pain is fleeting.not all pain is bright and hot. sometimes, it'sjust decay.through the phone, she talks like the sun filtering throughnewborn leaves. she is miles and miles away fromthe hurricane that is battering your shoreline.she wants to know when you'll be able to look her inthe eye again. 'the boss is thinking of giving away your job,'she says. 'when will you be over this?'you don't know what you should tell her.'did you know,' you start, 'that years afterthe Mexico City earthquake in 1985, citizenswalked around thinking they still felt aftershocksin the soles of their feet?' break offhalfway through another word. stop. start again,voice shaking. 'did you know that more soldiers in the iraq warhave died by their own hand than by that of an enemy's?'voice shaking, h
.my head has become ahornet's nest—stinging, buzzing,teeming with ugly whispers and most daysi just want to get drunkon pesticides.it's too much:sitting in a history class wherethe teacher just drones onlike a broken record about how in sixty yearswe'll all be suffocating on the exhaust fumesof our parents' sins.driving on a clustered highwayin an empty car with half a tank ofgas getting passed by people toooccupied to live their lives.contemplating a black hole pompousenough to call itself thefuture as an insatiabledebt worms its way intothe valleys and canyons ofmy skin and bones.please;give me a scalpel andopen up my skull.exterminate these savage verminfrom my mind beforemy veins turn black from theirtoxic desires and my heart stopsbeating the moment i close my eyes.
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
coincidentiacut and paste blindlyinto the machineand i am reminded:"no dying."and i will not die.i promised you that.
GhostsYou have just become a shadowIt is no longer what it wasIt is no longer the sameI'm just a stranger I used to knowI know that much has changedJust a strangerso emptyso bleakso coldNothing that is now really youYou shattered and goneAnd now it's just one more person I used to knowI miss youI feel that it is difficult we could still be friendsBut you simply forgot to live
LostLost in this eternal nothing.Numb and tired of waiting,To fit in , with you.Supposed to be unadulterated love,Not this constant feeling,Of not belonging .You say you love me ,But you don't.You barely know me,My family.