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Shadows At Dusk, Chp 03✧ Chapter 03 : Familiar Faces, Unfamiliar Faces
Rina sighed, leaning back into her seat, the sounds of oldies rock drowning out the sea of people around her.
These boat rides were always so boring. Thank goodness her parents had gotten her a music player during the holidays, so at least she had that to entertain herself during the ride.
She scanned the crowd until her eyes rested on one boy in particular, doing his homework, probably math again, near the opposite corner of the boat. He didn't seem to notice her at all, and she had given up trying to start a conversation again months ago.
She didn't know why Noah had become so pissed at her. The two of them shared one conversation, yes, but he had seemed interested in talking to her more. One Friday he was as sociable as can be, and then suddenly the following Monday he acting like he wanted nothing more to do with her.
Rina had tried for a while to form a friendship, but the upperclassman simply continued to ignore or avo
Shadows At Dusk, Chp 02✧ Chapter 02 : Another World
In the little harbor city in the middle of downtown was a cluster of apartment buildings all crammed together along the winding streets. Between those buildings, in the extremely early morning pitch-black hours, there was movement in the shadows.
But not of the living.
No, the mice and stray animals that normally made the alleys their home steered clear of the area that night, instinctively sensing the dangerous aura that was lurking in the dark.
Out of the trash-ridden ground emerged a creature of pure black, darker than the clouded night sky. It was a completely dark blob, rising to three feet in height with no arms nor legs, or even eyes, just a large, twisted mouth showing off razor sharp teeth.
Three more of its friends soon joined it, all smiling at the silhouette of a boy on the wall, cast by no figure, moving all with a life of its own.
"Make sure the cat doesn't interfere again... have a snack."
The creatures were only too happy to co
Shadows At Dusk, Chp 01✧ Chapter 01 : Rightful Paranoia
After Rina had boarded off the boat, oblivious to the threat she had invited into her life, she caught the 5 o' clock bus from the harbor to Queen's Avenue downtown. She sat with her head leaned back into the seat, watching the buildings fly past and listening to the light music playing in the background.
The ride was peaceful, despite the fact that every seat was occupied and there was hardly room to exhale without breathing down someone else's neck. The local music mix of guitars and traditional drums playing on the radio mixed with the sounds of the bustling city at the start of rush hour was actually soothing, in a familiar sort of way.
Fifteen minutes of the ride, followed by another five of walking down twisted, crowded side streets, and she found herself standing on the top floor of a small, three-story apartment in front of a familiar screen door, looking down on the small shops and old buildings lining the haphazardly planned stre
Shadows At Dusk, Chp 00✧ Chapter 00 : Not Always As It Seems
She leaned her arms over the railing, letting her hands dangle lazily as she stared blankly at the endless field of water spread before her. Mist sprayed gently against her thin legs, and every once in a while she would tug her black over-the-knee stockings up again to assure that her skin would remain untouched by the cold spray.
She let out a tired sigh, leaning on the railing for even more support as the weight of the three bags hanging onto her shoulders seemed to grow heavier with each second. She didn't dare put them down out of the fear they would either be stolen by a thief, or they might fall through the gaps between the railings, the precious contents lost forever to the ocean's depths. As she inhaled, the young woman smelled the familiar blend of salty ocean spray mixed with the fried foods cooked and sold at the snack bar toward the front of the ship. People walked past her, enjoying their purchases of French fries and noo
Magical NightWarning: Minor Language
She watched the couples on the dance floor. In her mind when she thought of this night, she had envisioned a scene straight from a romantic movie, with lovers twisting and turning in intricate ballroom dance, all of the couples staring straight into the eyes of their partners with undying love. She was a hopeless romantic, and the scene she replayed over and over again in her head was her hopeless fantasy.
In reality, prom was nothing like the magical night that she'd dreamed of, back when she could still believe that somehow the Easter Bunny and wishing on shooting stars were real.
In reality, prom was over half of the grade crammed onto a dance floor made to fit only two-thirds the number of squeezed occupants, everyone grinding and jumping around to the finest techno-hip-hop music available, while the other half of the people in attendance just sat around talking shit about each other or playing video games.
She sighed, watching th
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"Hey, get moving! The buses will be here any second!"
The teacher yelled at the students, trying to get all of them to hurry into their groups to board the school buses in the parking lot. The students were mostly huddled into groups, talking loudly and generally fooling around. Three girls huddled together, talking about the museum they'd just exited.
"The art exhibit was pretty cool," one of them said.
"I dunno about the volcano thing though. It seemed kind of boring compared to the one the science museum has," another added.
"Yeah," the last girl agreed. She looked around as her two friends continued talking, and noticed another girl, all alone, off by herself under a tree, looking at the camera in her hands.
"What the heck is Julia doing?" the first girl asked.
The third girl shrugged. "I dunno. Taking pictures?"
The second girl sighed. "I feel kind of bad for her, you know? I don't think she has any friends."
"Yeah, I've never seen her with anyone," the first
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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