Koopa-Kid

Chapter 1 "Junk… Junk… Junk… Junk…” “Y’know, not all those letters are junk,” said a voice from across the hall. “They’re junk to me,” another envelop was tossed to and landed on the pile, now classified as garbage. What was the use of sending these letters? It wasn’t as if they were going to be kept forever. They were sent in bulk, read, thought of, and then pitched into the bin. Lilith was just helping the process along by skipping a couple of the steps. The short haired girl had been sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the stockpile of notes, adjusting her glasses as

The lights overhead flickered and died leaving the bodies in the room to themselves. One on palms and shins crawling to the One standing with its back to the door. The smell of thunder filled the air and with gods' light, lighting crackled outside of the dull dust painted window. You heard the energy grow and explode into heat. The sound must have been too much for the doll of the twin, its mouth parting and twisting, harshly drawing breath. The One with its back to the door stood, fixed in place, eyes only for its doll. There must have been holes, it thought, back hugging the door hearing the gargle of fluids and air slide down its doll's

1st Entry I didn't want to come here. To end up…here. I never wanted anything to do with him. But as always; I had no choice. I never have a voice in anything. It's like someone up there just hates me, right now. Yea. It's better than being an orphan… But to live with my brother? Something has to be wrong with that. It's just something about him that's not right. I was more than happy when he moved out 4 years ago. When m o m Why I just cant get over it. They weren't supposed to be there. If I wasn't sick in some hospital 2 states away. They wouldn't of have to fly over to see me. It's my fault they got on that…plane. I'm sorr

A bow out of courtesy. "Of course, M'lady." A gesture of a well mannered man. "Oh, how your beauty captures my heart tonight." Movements; slight movements of the waist and the hands. Dark amber eyes that lead to the depths of his forever unwavering; unchanging soul. His expression had to be articulate and well defined in order to fill the requirements of a mortal man. The women always seemed to have this sense of a person, just by their actions. Actions; certain fluxuations in his movement had to be just right, and imperfection had to be put away; hidden from all peering eyes. All of his demonic flaws were sheilded away; beneath his icy alaba

sing for me my Angel 's voice, that lets me live,  breathe,     Smile for me my demon 's devilish delight-I devour so eagerly   missing -ly unwishing me this mel -ancholy of  sweet thoughts,    if lustful tastes. Ah.. Leave my mind in pieces,  in echoes of your songs; my smiles.     Have me undo your soul, sewing Stitches, sealing sour angelic sprites who's lost their soldamned sensations. Have me redo you: self, a being begging,  bullying,     bunching, randomstrophic thoughts of beginnings lost Into a be- here Today.