DarkKnight5204

    It had been many years since he stepped foot inside a high school. Filled with anxiety he pulled into the parking spot labeled with a sign that read "Reserved for Faculty Only" in black lettering with a stark white background. From the car speakers the beginning of Linkin Park's newest single, "New Divide," could be heard.  Steve sat in the car for a few moments listening to the rhythmic guitar in the background of his thoughts. "So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean." Steve switched off the engine.     He looked out across the campus and noticed that many heads were turned to look in his direction. Maybe they

     Captain James Jackov woke up feeling oddly refreshed on Saturday morning. Last week had been hell. He had to fire two of his best detectives for theft. Apparently on their last drug bust they forgot about the $500,000 they found in the walls of the guy's house. He had just finished the paperwork last night.     Cap, as everyone called him now, got up and began to get ready to head in to the station. Cap, it was funny how he had gotten that nickname. First of all, he hated his last name. And God knows how much people had loved to use it from his years in middle school all the way through the academy. Even now people that didn't know him

     The light snow that had fallen earlier that night made it easy to follow her. Being that it was this late, her footprints where the only ones visible in the snow. Even if there had been others it wouldn't have mattered. Tonight was not the first night he had followed Debra Robins home.     For the passed week and a half he had been posing as a writer. He would come in at around eight o'clock and have a few cups of coffee as he wrote. It had been in this way that her learned her schedule. On Monday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday she left work at 10pm. On every other day she was there until midnight, like she had been on this snowy Fr

        She was beautiful. She wore her brunette hair shoulder length with blonde highlights. The light of the café seemed to blend the two colors into a warm auburn glow. Her face was a bit on the pale side, probably from working in this dive all the time. She wore no visible make-up, yet her face still had a radiant glow. She was tired. He could tell by her fake smile that instantly disappeared once her back was to a table. She went to the counter and wrote out her final bill of the night. She blew her bangs out of her eyes with a quick puff of air and looked at the clock. It was a quarter passed midnight. She took off her faded

Two angels stand before him One a forbidden love he cannot obtain The other he fought so hard for, Only to be disappointed. His forbidden love, the angel in black, A recent acquaintance, wants for him only to be happy He asks himself "How can i be happy when i feel so guilty?" She only wants him to be happy His other love, the angel in white, His long time friend and confidant Only wants him to be happy Sometimes he wonders "Why do i keep things from her? Why can't i just tell her the truth" He stands at a crossroads, not knowing where to turn Thoughts run through his head constantly..what should i do He stands at this fork i

You try to fit in. But I know the truth. My beautiful butterfly, To me you cannot lie. Soon they shall see Who you turn out to be As i spin my web You tell your intricate lies You're time is running out I'll expose you soon enough Then they'll know your true colors Your colors aren't as vibrant as they think Finally you've made a mistake You've flown into my web As you lay dying Your colors begn to run and fade The paint has washed off And now they see you're just a moth A moth in my web. Who'll save you now?

The Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel) I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though. And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I