| (c) Liana Ryan |


Spirit HorseHe sees the spirit horse running towards him, and realises he must take the reins and ride the horse to the other side. He picks himself up, knowing that he is just picking up his spirit body, and hauls it onto the saddle. He rides with the fresh air in his face and the shouts of his native tribe urging him onwards, towards the darkness that soon engulfs him.Spirit Horse


Death is Drawing Near A blanket of terror settles among the crowd. The man is blindfolded, and about to meet his death. He raises his arms up, as if they were wings, and takes a step forward. A few in the crowd scream, a few gasp and murmur, but there was one who sat there smiling and often giggling. She would watch as he did this, knowing he would soak up the fear and excitement that clings to the air.Death is Drawing Near
He sticks his chin up toward the sky. And takes another step forward. And another. Everyone is holding their breath. Except for one, who is laughing to break the tension. He gets closer to his goal, yet i


Fences"Dear Sean, As I sit in this room, I still find it hard to believe that you were the one who actually put me in here. I find it hard to write to you as well, being dressed in a jacket that hugs me and is the same colour as the big white walls trapping me in here. You know what's really funny, Sean? Is that people are looking through the window. The window, examining me-"Fences
"They aren't examining you Alice," Doctor Cooper interrupts me. She has warned me of this before, saying that they are there to say hello and see how you are going, not to study me like a science experiment. She told me not to say stuff li


Him...He enters my dreams every night. He takes up all my daydreams as well. I talk to him every day and he talks back, whether it be face-to-face or texting. I find myself thinking about him nearly every minute of the day. I know his whole family, his mother, his father, and all his siblings. We have alot in common, like how we like to play Final Fantasy. I love his laugh, and his messy un-brushed hair. We've known each other since we were born, and we used to have sleepovers every weekend. He makes me laugh, and I always seem to smile when I think of him I keep his texts that say, "nite, luv ya!". I love how he's not a 'jock' type, being all cockHim...
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