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Monday MorningSandra dragged herself into the crowded class room. It was obvious she was late, but she could currently care less. Mumbling a curt reply to her teachers chipper greeting, she fell into her seat. Slouching uncomfortable, she slumped her crossed arms onto her desk and placed her head on top. Stifling a yawn, she could feel her heavy lids beginning to fall. As her teacher called on the to pull out their texts, she groaned, burying her face into her arms.
The Wayward Children: Prolouge Ilchester, Maryland.
Outside of St. Mary's Convent.
A young woman stands outside of the St. Mary's Convent as the Demon - Ruby - and the Hunter - Samuel Winchester - break the last of the 66 Seals and release one of God's mightiest unto the Earth. The winds howled and thunder lashed out as the Heavens waged a bloody war against the mortal world. A cold, calm, and quiet expression plagued the woman's face as she watched the Hunter rip the Demon - Lilith - from her vessel and banish her back into the fiery depths of Hell itself.
Bundled up , standing a safe distance from the Convent, the Woman watches as the Hunter unknowingly breaks op
GaurdianTake My Hand,
And I'll Make The Darkness Disappear.
I'll Help The Light Shine Through,
And The Pain Cease
in a book of dreams
waiting to be filled
with our memories
with charcoal lines
and graphite shades
the stories emerge
in the hours of days
with clean brush strokes
flowing like shallow rivers
life becomes the art
in our museum of humanity
reality becomes insanity
while fiction becomes truth
in this parade of infamy
on this canvas of the world
ink spills into the waters of life
consuming the them
slowly mixing into a black abyss
tainting our mortal lives
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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