Mara's feet pounded the pavement, she had been running for hours. Her heart was pounding and her long dark hair was flying out behind her in a snarled mess. She sneaked a quick glance behind her and s...

You sighed behind the wire fence, barbs wrapped around the top. The aged fence was encrusted with dark rust. You gripped onto it tightly, the rust cut into your palm bringing a stinging sensation with...

The stars were like suicide notes written in silver blood. Gorgeous and horrifying, deceiving. No one would ever expect something quite as beautiful and ethereal as the stars could hide such truth.

Poem about friendship.

Just a short, sad poem.