sanatae

     Anticipation strangled her, her heart thundered in her chest as she stared transfixed by the gate. The blinding light burned tears from her eyes even while Jackson's blood stained the ground beneath her feet. Fingers tightened white-knuckle against the book and she began to turn away – she could not risk capture. With heavy breaths choking back the need to cry over someone destined to die, Kaylin put her back to the portal and began to run down the hill.     "Kaylin!" A voice familiar in the way of recurring dreams called out after her. It made her stumble, trip and she felt her shoulder burn with the impact three milliseconds be

For a few moments the relaxing darkness of the club hides us, we who don't want to be seen. Hundreds of cigarettes' smoke intermingles and highlights the countless flashing lights from the stage where a local bancd plays out its hopes and dreams of becoming something more than they are. It is quite pathetic to my ears, but if the others enjoy it, that's their fault.    I sit here at the bar, staring at the cut glass holding the $5.95 strawberry Daiquiri. Good thing I wasn't the one forking out the money for it, and really, I should be listening to this poor guy talking about whatever the hell it is he's talking about. I just don't care abou