MissAngeleca

The trunk shows strenght and hope, The petal shows memories and love, The branch shows life itself.

Lightly running, I went to the place the children usually meet me. They were seen as troublesome kids to everyone in our little set of towns. I looked around tightening my grip on my basket. The fresh bread was waiting for the little mouths to chew down on. "Hmm..." I looked at the small watch on my wrist that mother insisted on getting me. "It's getting too late, mother will start worrying if I don't get back soon..." Even after growing of age and being free to go out on my own, mother still worried if I wasn't home on time. A smile crossed my face, she did care for me. "Maybe they got caught up in another one of their little pranks," I l

The loud noise of metal meeting metal rang through the silent streets. His yellow eyes grew wide as he turned to face what happened. A silver gun, with a snake for a muzzle and the name "Medusa" engraved on the barrel, blocked the blow of a wide sword. "Filthy peasant, you don't even know what you're up against, do you?" Her voice harshly snapped with a hint of over confidence. "What the hell?" The man before her froze. Despite her small build, she was able to block the attack of a husky adult. Her long, golden hair was the first thing that stood out to the boy, how beautiful a shade it was and how pure of a color it looked. She pushed for

The tragedy of giving your heart, The tragedy of hopefulness, The tragedy when it all breaks For you to live, Others must die For you to walk, Others must bleed Sarfice is part of being human, You don't fully live, Until you give something up Weakness of emotion, Burn through you, Like never before Say "I love you", As metal stabs through to, The core of your heart

Come on into a world, Where dreams and nightmares collide, Where reality is false. In this world, Many surprises await, Many fears are here. This world, Has different names, Has thousands of perspectives. A world of truth, A world of lies. A world of facts, A world of opinions. Come on into a world, Where troubles and joy are one, Where our reality is.

My feet pound against the ground, until I leap up an grab hold of a loose piece of metal. I scurry up to the slanted roof before glancing back. Black creatures of all different types, ranging from humanoid to animal, large to small, were tailing me. I slide down the side of the roof, spreading my yellow wings. The wings' gears turn as steam-filled air passes through them. The yellow halo above my head rotates with the breeze. My orange twin-tails, that turn white at the tips, blow behind me once I take flight. I reach into one of the many pouches along my belt and pull out a switchblade that had a clear case over it, letting the inner gears b

Ring around the rosy... My head is spinning with pain. Pocket full of posies... My body's chilled to the very core. Ashes, ashes... Everything aches with such fatigue that I can't even stand to move. We all fall down.