Submission
He scanned the room searching for a victim, a hostage. I tried to make myself as small as possible yet somehow his eyes still found me.
“Hey you, in the suit” he called out, the fear I felt before was nothing compared to what I as feeling right now. My heart raced erratically as I pointed to myself hand shaking. I imagine I looked like a deer caught in headlights my eyes wide with fear.
“Yeah you, get over here” he waved me over with his gun hand. …

RINGGGGG Thank the gods its the bell thought Miyako, as she was saying thanks Headmistress Dawn Spire walked into the room. The headmistress had had to be one of the most beautiful vampires Miyako had ever seen. She was tall, almost six foot, with platinum blond hair and the body of a model you would never had guessed she was almost 400 years old! But she was, she was also she was one of the only reasons Miyako had decided to even go back …

By: Wes Schneider
My eyes glare into the clear glass mirror
The glass seems as if its fading,falling,cracking.
My eyes gaze into the time engulfing past
Watching as the thoughts fall one by one.
My heart pounds and aches like a drum
Over and over I see them looking at me.
Their eyes pierce my soul, my heart , my dreams
Their memory pierces my life like a blade.
I put out my hand and wave them away
But my heart pounds and brings them back to life.
I embrace my chest with will
I embrace my life by its horns
I am …

Prickling of the Flame
The crisp sounds of wood crackling in the air
Echos through the darkened sky of night.
Her hair whispers through the air, and i feel as if I’m being spoken to.
My heart pounds, sending more than just a beat but a sign.
A sign of hope, a sign of passion, a sign of love.
Her eyes pierce such as the sun through the brink of dawn.
They look through me seeing more than just a person, but something else
She can see my soul speaking as if it had never spoken before
She can …

“Ok, I can do this,” she told herself. It’s her first day back at Demontra Academy after her mental breakdown almost a year ago. She looked at herself in the mirror; she looked the same on the outside. She still had the same wavy black hair, the same strikingly blue eyes, and the same fair skin she’d always had. She was still five feet and five inches tall like all the girls she used to know, yet none of these things seemed to matter now. You would think that in a school full …