Homework #1, Gym "Three, two, one, START!" A gun fired, and she could swear that the bunny winked. Winked!Homework #1, Gym by ~Lilythorns
But she ran, her legs flying as she leaned in to maximize speed. The oil lamp clanked, slapping her outer thigh and creating an uncomfortable bruise. She deftly slung the lantern through her belt, all the while maintaining her pace.
The laces of her black cross-trainers flopped unto the ground, sinking into the muddy ground and rising up again in a rhythimic pattern. Sweat beaded down the nape of her neck, meandering down from the base of her ponytail toward her large, oversized, navy blue Swim Team shirt from last year. It was steaming in Austrailia,
Sick, Twisted Game Her memories were within her grasp,Sick, Twisted Game by ~Lilythorns
She fumbles, trying to get hold of them, but they drift away,
mockingly, laughing at her as they disappear,
yet again.
Kaylin, people say, Kaylin
You were in a group with others,
until one turned rogue and attacked, and killed,
only you can stop him.
But she doesn't know this Kaylin,
She doesn't know this Group, doesn't know this Jackson.
3,722 scenarios could play out, he had said,
and only in one would she live.
Was she ready to accept defeat?
Was she ready to fall into his web of deceit and lies,
submerge herself within his scent,
that wicked, tantalizing aroma of fresh rain?
Was she ready to lie on
A Fork in the Road Power that flickers in an unsteady aura,A Fork in the Road by ~Lilythorns
Power that hums from within,
Power that can be seen from far and near,
Power that is only within her grasp.
She will wander the Paths of Life,
She will try to find a way out.
She will try to succeed in her quest, fulfill her purpose,
She will try . . . even though she doesn't know anything about it.
Running away from his twisted games,
her twisted sorrow, his ominous predictions
trying to turn a blind eye to the destruction,
though her very presence is a signal of disaster.
Power that fluctuates in a steady rhythm,
Power that has a potential to harm,
Power that has a potential to heal,
Power that i
She Had a Chance She had a chance, long ago,She Had a Chance by ~Lilythorns
the chance that haunted her,
chased her through space and time - -
her chance to right all wrongs.
Through ancient civilizations,
China, Greek, Rome,
she came, she saw, she conquered,
only to wilt at the most important task of all.
Yet she still holds this chance,
Still holds the keys to life and death,
Holds the key to the world in her outstretched palm,
But she doesn't want it. She never wanted it.
Since when is one truly selfless?
Since when is one truly a hero?
Since when is one hailed as the one who
"saved the day"?
Her power frightened her,
to the point where she hid,
ran through thistles, thorns, bushe
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