FightToWrite

You made me smile at a time, that all I did was cry. You were there for me, even if you didn't know. And now you're gone – without a word left me alone… I'm not mad at you, it was your choice But still there is one small question, that keeps constantly playing on my mind WHY – why you left without a GOODBYE.

"Where are you off to?" Thomas asked me. It was the day after the Valor Resort Tournament, and trainers were heading out. As for the aggron in the room: I'd been keeping watch over Thomas since yesterday afternoon, and he seemed genuinely unaffected by April's surprise appearance. Which didn't seem right – I mean, he'd lost the battle almost immediately after seeing her – but if he was doing well, then I couldn't complain. "I'm going home for a bit," I said. "Megan's birthday is this week. I'm gonna get some training in at home." "Where are you from, again?" "Twinleaf." "Twinleaf…" He blinked. "Oh. Southwest Sinnoh?" "Yep. A

Dripping down over her skin, the droplets felt cold with the morning sun looming overhead. Her light auburn hair blended with her soft skin, making her feel almost invisible. The distant roar of the crowd made her eyes sparkle with color. She wondered if any of them even knew her name.    The announcer smiled at her, waving with his hand to convince her to take that first step, out of the crowd. Her smile spread across her face was forced. A gesture she knew the audience would love either love or hate. However, they decide her face would be plastered on every screen between there and the wastelands.    The crowd cheered as she stood on the

The sun fades and the full moon shall glow. A man who's bitten begins to grow. Clawing his way out of his cage. A impure monster filled with bane and rage. You have to understand, it is best not to be bitten. Silver bullet shall be the way he or she is smitten. A howl could be heard echoing for miles on end. Nobody us safe, not foe, nor friend. Light from the moon begins to spread. If you see this monster, you are sure to be dead.

I'm mentally ill It's hard to describe what I feel I begin to remember those shadow people said "Stay inside or you will get killed" Why they were surrounding me? Are they're going to murder me? I'm begging them to set me free But they keep whisper to me I know what's behind their faces It reminds me my previous cases When I was a child I always lied That I don't want to cry Now I'm growing old Rebelling what they told Right now I become what they behold These shadow people They keep whisper Portraying the fear And I'll be in tear Why they were surrounding me? Are they're going to murder me? I'm begging them to set me free But they keep

“Come on, Maria, we’re going to be late!” Chad laughed, taking his fiancé by the hand and twirling her around the room. The late afternoon sunlight caught her hair like a golden halo, and when she smiled, it was like the world was turning beneath them, and they were dancing in the center. “Alright, alright!” Maria sang back with that voice he’d fallen in love with. “We’ve got 20 minutes before our reservation – we’ll be fine!” The couple swept out the door, fingers laced together and hearts as one, and all was silent. “Gooooood, just hang me, eh?” came a scra

I will see if it comes to that.Because someone offered to help you if you needed it?Accept the gesture.SayThank...

What had begun as a normal day in the waters swiftly changed as excited chatter filled the cavern. A shift in the water current foretold of the coming events and thousands upon thousands of mermen crammed into the small space. As the last few trickled in, a young blonde merman bumped head on with another in his haste. “Sorry!” He hastily bowed his head but the one he had collided with was long gone. Rubbing the sore spot, he hurriedly got into position. This was the first event in his short life as Dick 10. The excitement that ran through his veins was shared by all the mermen beside him, young or old. For this was what they liv

I am from a stale, styrofoam town where times goes to die I am from oppressive, silent mountains and window rattling railroad lines I am from the poor and forgotten dregs of America I am from the fear of the new and educated I am from those who would rather rule in Hell than serve in Heaven I am from the land of the pentagram and evil eye I am from the lack of fear of an invisible presence, but also lack of uncertainty of one’s purpose I am from the red sands of Mars and the loss of innocence I am from the reassurance of the three robotic laws and the pang of doubt of humanity I am from Bradbury, Asimov, Feynman, and Oppenheimer I a

We forgot... We forgot about the day that left us a little bit broken. It became a tragedy without a meaning. So we forgot about the people that we weren’t able to meet, the people we weren’t able to say goodbye to. We thought it wouldn’t happen again, so we forgot. Then another year came, with another reminder. The images came, so alike and yet so different. We heard the same scream we heard so many years ago. The ones that went inside the debris without fear, were the ones that did years ago. All with the hope to get someone out alive. Cause they remembered what it felt to be trapped, and all the ones that were never