roaringpenguin

"Going out," Joe screamed up the stairs, just before he left, slamming the door behind him.     "Wait!" His mum called in vain, she knew she was too late. A large sigh left her chest as she mumbled to herself. "Where are you going? When are you back?" She wasn't asking anyone because she knew she wouldn't get a reply, she'd just like to be respected sometimes. After only seconds of standing at the top of the stairs she wiped those thoughts and returned to the piercing screams coming from the baby's room.      Joe hadn't made an effort, he never did. Tatty baggy jeans and a t-shirt always worked well for him. A little gel in his hair and h

Alone. Sitting in class alone, like always. She didn't understand it. Why did no one like her? She tried to make friends but they laughed at her. She talked to the people on her table, they laughed. It had been like this for 2 years now, she did have a friend. Just the one, but then hey joined them, said she was "cramping her style" and "she didn't want to hang around with losers". Why was she a loser? She tried to do well in class but that's because she loved learning, widening her horizons to the future. She especially liked history, all the interesting facts she now knew that she never would have before. Tears came to her eyes again, she h

She's only seconds away, within a fingers reach, but I still can't get to her! She's been gone for so long now, it's a year and 2 months, it seems like days. She was taken, she didn't leave, she was taken without even a chance to say goodbye, no warning, no reason, she went.  I would love just to break through this barrier, this one thing keeping me from hugging her once again, telling her what a great friend she was, what a brilliant person she was, how special she is to everyone. She happy over there, so happy, she's smiling, her face alight with joy, at least she's enjoying it. Maybe she doesn't know she's gone, she's ignorant to the whole

When is a village Bursting with people, Full to the brim but Silent? When is a village On carnival day, Filled with colour but Silent? When is a village Deprived of water, On a day of flood, Silent? When a village Just seconds before Was filled with screaming. Cries. Bangs. Panic. Blood. It can be silent

It was an inanimate object, just lying on the table, open to page 147, packed with minute gibberish. The words blurred slowly into a blob of black. James swirled his hand over the blob, hoping they would reappear, but instead they merged into a picture. A small man, he had armour on and a miniature sword in one hand. Another appeared, on the opposite side of the book. The 1st charged the swords clashed, black sparks flew off in all directions. They stopped, the second man transformed into a tank. He reversed slightly, the 1st man sneered as the other retreated. The tank then changed direction, heading straight for the 1st man, he ran, arms fl