Yurisnow

I sat there With my head in my hands Elbow resting on knees Legs spread apart I was terrified I was facing the thing I hate most More than failing More than being cremated I sat there Eyes wide open Breathing hard Tears leaking down my face Every time I saw one of them I cried I couldn't help it I couldn't stop it It just happened My grip tightened as I heard them I was sitting on a high platform They had thrown me down here They knew my fear I wish they didn't They slithered They hissed They spat venom They sensed my fear They wanted to attack me Tears leaked harder down my face Hearing them Slither, hiss, spit v

"Why are we here Sam?" Dean sighed looking down over the side of the mountain. Sam had told Dean to stop near the edge of the cliff. Dean had done so because he's just an awesome older brother. Next thing he knew, they were hiking through a forest. Dean had followed along with it at first but now it was getting dark and they left the Impala up on the side of the road. Someone's gonna tow my baby, Dean thought kicking a rock. Sam turned to his brother. "Because I've never seen the mountains here." Sam picked up a stick and started swinging it around like a little kid, "I mean we've been to so many other mountains but never here." Dean rolled

The way the paper feels against the hand; pens writing with the hand that gives them life. Creeping words find the marked path that was planned inside the head that slices with a knife forming the pictures deep inside the mind making them apparent for the plain eye. They dance across the pages now defined by how we do imagine your words fly freeing the captive lives of those stuck in the endless pages of the written book. Their lives dance as if they were locked within the soul creator of the well-known book. Pictures flash before us while portraits sing of our desired world from fearless kings.