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I had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel. Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comfo

Soft rays of sun light washed over me; caressing my body one final time, before vanishing beyond the horizon. Again, I was surrounded by darkness. The warmth that still lingered on my skin faded. I stood at the edge, rocks crumbling down into the abyss below me, my breath a white fog joining my black curls in dance amongst the wind. Urgent shouts echoed from the forest behind me. I wasn't going back; no force on this mortal Earth could make me. Closing my eyes, I touched gold cross resting just past my clavicle, the warmth of the metal spread through my finger tips. Memories of happiness, laughter, and love. Things would never be the same. I

Cassidy was thrown to the ground. Blood flowed from her now broken nose. He body ached everywhere from bruises and cuts, a little more of this and she was sure she wouldn't make it to the next day. She could hear him laugh at her pain behind her. Get away, just get away, you need to survive, she thought as she pulled herself weakly across the dirty alley ground. She didn't know who her attacker was yet but she knew he was strong and had a way with his fists, she’d found that out the hard way. She whimpered as she pulled herself away, inch by inch not even bothering to brush away the garbage littering the ground. He walked with murder i

Oh shit! Was all I could think, it ran over and over in my mind as I waited for the door to swing open. There was nothing I could do. I was trapped; trapped in the back seat of a truck with a huge pair of fucking wings. I don't know one way this day could get any worse, well asides from the fact that Officer Saunders might see my wings and start to ask questions. I seemed to be running out of luck, quickly. The door lock on Chris' truck clicked and I heard the side door swing open, letting in enough sunlight so the under the blanket became lit. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. Sure enough in the matter of seconds the blanket was yanked ba