PassionandPromise

It was a Given It was a Truth There could be no lies Only Saints, and eventually, Sinners Could give me what I needed- It was a Sorrow It was an Augury Could you hear what they said? It was a Nothing, Which was turned into Something Could you not see it? The Truth forgets what the Past dictates It was a Fraud It was Uncertain Lying between what Could and Couldn't be- A Myriad without Redemption The Obscene given Light The White and the Black- And yet- Only Saints and Sinners Could give me what was needed To Rid what was Wanted And Return that which was the most Important- Faith

"Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm, Time and fevers burn away..." Lullaby, WH Auden The snow had fallen in clumps of white, and among them stood the most beautiful girl in all the land. Her hair tumbled down her slender shoulders in curls of black, as dark as night, and her skin, as pale and cold as  frosted ice, peeked from underneath. Hands, held upward to greet the newly arrived winter, tilted, and she smiled, her breath warming the air around her in puffs of grey and silver. Her eyes lit upon William, her best friend since childhood, and then to the Huntsman, the man who was sworn to kill her, and she laughed

His shy smile peeked out from underneath long dark lashes and thick, black rimmed glasses. He shrugged and looked away, chocolate brown eyes suddenly embarrassed, brown curls shining in the light, and I stood there, unable to speak. I couldn't believe it. He actually said he loved me. "So, um," he fumbled, pocketing his hands and hunching his shoulders. He wavered on his feet, probably wondering if he should go, feeling the awkward idiot. I couldn't blame him. Ever since we met five years ago, when we were both twelve and stuck in the library, fighting over the same book we both wanted- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- we've been joined

Chapter Three "You know what?, you're lovely You know what?, you're so lovely And, oh, what you do to me I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor..." Robert's hands shuffled as he watched the crew dance, their faces covered in sweat, their bodies moulding into a repetitive clay model of what they would perform in the final of the Streets. He had to say, he loved what they were doing, and the Prank? He thought Chace's idea of fooling the 410, was just about the craziest thing he'd ever heard of. He'd never met the 410 before, as he could never seem to step outside of MSA's ground, howeve

Chapter Two He watched the dancers, all filing out in groups of threes in a triangular pattern, twirling gracefully through the air like hummingbrids just as they landed on the wooden floor with a soundless twitter of their feet. It was as if they were made to sing in the air, they were made to fly, not root themselves to the ground like stones to dirt. He sat against the wall of mirrors with eyes wide open, mouth formed in a gentle O as he saw them all line up for the final canon, the final declaration of who they were as human beings, before they bowed in semi-circular formation, and he imagined the lights, the spotlights, as they dimmed d

Chapter One He sat at the top of the pillar overlooking the crowds of students milling the halls of MSA. His legs dangled over the tops of the lockers below, and he let a stray strand of curly hair block his vision temporarily before he swatted it away behind his ear. It was interesting, he noted, to watch them in their daily lives, acting, dancing, performing, creating, and he was left behind. It was interesting, as he knew they couldn't see him. They never would. But that was okay. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought, and continued to watch as a group of students, girls among boys, laughing and cheering as they walked into the dan

Lights and bass beats. They pounded through his body like spikes at fever pitch. He swerved, twisted, bounced, turned, kicked and finally threw himself at the floor with the strength of a cat ready to pounce. One foot lifted into the air as the song reached its bridge, and he joined his crew as they formulated into one being, following each others footsteps in an undeniable rhythm that seemed to flair and flutter through the room they were surrounded by. Shouts and everyone's hand stood on its end, bouncing as the crew was about to finish in it's finale. The crew began marching through the tempo, getting faster and faster, their throaty brea

Prologue ~~ He was still there. He always would be. At least, until I was finished with him. I smiled, watching as the canvas came to life, the flurry of greens and browns, the rippling clothing I'd laboured hours over to finish so that I could breathe a sigh of relief. There he was, the man who'd taken over my dreams with a flicker of a smile on his warm and inviting face. His hands caressed the rifle he was so well used to toting around on his missions, wearing the standard green and muddy black army clothes with an undeniable amount of pride, his whole being surrounded by what war delivers on a daily basis. Yet- I knew there was som

"Well then, I guess you will have to make the choice," Moriarty smiled viciously. "His life…" he pointed to the distance, to wherever his partner was. His eyes followed that pointed finger, looking into the distance, past the many walls of the maze, his heart beating as wildly as his breath hitched. "… or yours?" His eyes, once so scared, now so serene, looked Moriarty in the eyes. He was so sure of himself now; his clenched fists were no longer tight and pained, his whole body ready for the oncoming danger. He wasn't going to let this happen to him, never. Moriarty would have to walk right through his dead body. He bit his lips, b