Elasticityz

 The nail hit the wood with a beautiful sound, a smile spread across my face as I continued to hit it, the nail digging deeper with each blow.  I would repeat this four times, each corner of the panel had to be nailed down.  Each had to be perfect, or else it would lose all of its magic.  I gripped the hammer tighter, I was more focused, it had to be perfect.  I reached for the next nail, as the flat head of the first hit the top of the wooden board.  I brought it forward, and looked at the length, same as the last.  It was wrong, the nail was all wrong.   I turned around, and rummaged through the container, pulling out nail after nail.  No

"I don't understand.  We were told…" he stops, unable to continue.  His voice freezes itself as he looks down the pit he hangs over.  His grip is fading, he knows that there isn't much time left before he takes the plunge. "What we were told…" The man on the ledge above him speaks up.  He walks over to his dangling partner, peering over the edge of the broken bridge onto the other man's helpless form. "… is incorrect.  You can't tell me you still agree with them after all we've seen, can you?" "Does it matter if I disagree?  My duty to them is far more important than personal opinion."  The man answers, his grip failing furth

                 To Babylon The last thing I could remember was an enormous eruption of sound.  I could hear the windows shatter and the twisting of the metal around me as I was flung around like one of the dolls my sister played with.  A resounding crack marked my head hitting the plastic covering of the light on the roof of the car. There was no fade to black or flash of white light as it normally would happen in a movie. Instead, there was only the white of the ceiling when I opened my eyes.  I quickly sat up, causing a jolt of pain to shoot up my spine. I winced, instinctively, my arms shot toward my back to comfort it. During this mo

                                                                 Trouble           A sigh escaped Lauren's lips as she sunk back into the chair that she had been confined to. The room around the nine-year-old was small and boring.  The pasty white walls were so cl

His face twisted as my knuckles became messenger of my rage. A resounding crack accompanied his impact with the tile floor, a pool of his own words spilling out upon it. The crowd cheered, suddenly I was Hercules, the hero of the people. I was Aeneas, their fearless leader. He stood up, a stream of retribution pouring from his eyes. As he ran off, I turned around to meet a sea of cheerful faces. I had done what they wouldn't.

--Dreams-- No person is without a dream, Whether it be noble, twisted, epic, or personal. That dream is there, there in their heart. The difference is though, that some come to be realized, and others don't. What happens to the dreams not realized? One can only pity the man whose dream never came to be. Is his dream doomed to float in boundless space? Or is death really the door to where dreams come true? Only time can tell of a dream's existence. And only the person holding it, can set it free.

It was all a fluid motion, I hadn't seen his hand fly to his holster, nor felt my own do the same. there was no aiming to be done at our distance, there wasn't a way I could miss. Then, there was pain, my chest, of all things to hit, he had to shoot near my heart.  I had never felt a pain quite like it, It felt as if I was thrown into a fire, yet there was some releif within me.  I was on the ground now, laying still, as though a quick working drug had overcome me.  My head lolled to my left, and I was able to see the effects of my aim.  The man laid next to me, I had built him a third eye in his forehead, and it was crying crimson.  I looked