NelloCrayon

The Smiling Man came for me one night And took me away to a place of fright He told me this was how it is As long as I agreed to be his Days became weeks and weeks became years And all I knew were these tears I was stuck here in this place Because I vanished without a trace I don’t know why I cried When he said I’d be his bride He’s kind and fair and loving too And gives me gifts o so new He’s gentle when he comes to visit And tells me he’s always here in spirit His words are kind and smile is pleasing And he’ll hold me close when I am freezing Maybe the Smiling Man isn’t so scary And

 Maya walked down the hallway, her bare feet padding along the linoleum tiling. She turned the corner, entering into the testing room. She always ended up here whether she wanted to or not. She took a seat on a cool metal chair that seemed to face a blank, white wall, but she knew that on the other side were men and women- she’d taken to calling them white coats- who could see her every move through a one-way mirror. There was a sharp crackle of electricity as an intercom turned on. “We’re going to test your reaction time again today. See if you’ve improved in training,” spoke a male’s voice from a sm

Their feet pounded against the pavement as they ran down the empty street. Hunter and Angel turned the corner, entering the alleyway. They dodged dumpsters and boxes, daring themselves not to slow down. "How did they find us?" Angel asked, her heart beating against her chest. "I don't know!" Hunter exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back onto the main road. They continued running through the darkness. Sweat dripped down their backs and their legs threatened to give out, but they couldn't stop, not until they found a safe place. Ahead, Hunter spotted what may be their savior. "Empty building, straight ahead," he pointed towards

       Apollo, the god of music and truth, spent his days in Olympus, entertaining the gods with his lyre. He sat, strumming away at the strings, singing little songs. These songs aren’t always kind, as he sung about the gods and all of the powerful and foolish things they have done. One song in particular was not pleasing to Zeus, the god of the sky, at all, telling about all of the mortals he has been with of which his wife Hera does not approve. He commanded Apollo to stop playing, his temper starting to get the better of him. Apollo, ignoring Zeus, continued to play his little tune. Zeus then decided that Apollo needed to be taught

 Keke awoke, dazed and confused. Something was off, she could tell by the white light shining through her eyelids. She tried to move her wrists, but they were held tight by a cool metal. That’s when she knew something was seriously off. She opened her eyes to find herself in a completely white room. Definitely not good. She didn’t exactly have a good history with places like these. She was sitting alone in a solid metal chair, her wrists, ankles, and torso strapped to the chair by metal strips. Somewhere behind her- she couldn’t move her head- a door opened. In her peripheral vision, she saw a scientist. Then came in

A butterfly fluttering in the wind The smell of flowers on a summer day A smile from an old friend Knowing that you’ll be okay The smell right after it rains The laughter of someone you love Being in an airplane Being able to see a dove Someone telling you a compliment The feeling of the sun on your skin The person you hate being absent Being able to spin It’s every little thing That makes each day a blessing

 Tiffany stood in the mouth of the cave, satchel slung over her shoulder. As princesses go, she wasn’t the most typical. With her boyish haircut, too large for her frame shirts, and pants, she was often mistaken for someone just working in the castle. Not to mention the fact that she has a pet dragon. That is completely unheard of in her kingdom. She entered deeper into the cave, her fingers gliding over the familiar indentions in the wall as they have hundreds of times before. Oswald snorted smoke out of his large nostrils as he registered her familiar face. “Hey big boy, hope you didn’t miss me too much on my trip.

The skyline of a large city stood against the horizon, blocking out the rising sun. Tall buildings jutted out of the ground, reaching toward the lifeless sky. Lights twinkled through windows and car horns blared.     At the edge of the bustling city stood a small road, almost hidden from view, covered by trees as the landscape took on a more natural form. The small road twisted and turned for miles, almost like it was trying to confuse anyone driving on it.     The road gave way to a small, flat, white building, squatting between two hills, hidden from view. The building couldn’t be any bigger than a one story house. An old sign hun

A man in a dark hood stood hidden in a dank alleyway, his hand tightened around a knife. He looked up to the sky, twilight setting in, almost time to strike. He crept towards the entrance, his target on mind.     George stood at a crosswalk, waiting for the man to turn green, briefcase in hand. He walked briskly across the street, turning the corner, heading down the sidewalk. One second he was walking, the next he was lying on his back, someone sitting on his chest. He was frightened when his gaze saw the blade gripped in his attacker’s hand. Suddenly, everything started turning black as a horrible pain erupted in his chest, the blad