Dancing With EyesGlancing over the distanceDancing With Eyes by ~KrazyLunatic666
avoiding eye contact
but if in one instance
our eyes interact
we quickly avert them
to stare at a corner
because we're afraid of what swims in 'em
whenever we think of each other.
And so we continue this little game
pretending not to notice
even though we can see the flame
that continues to grow in us
but no we let our eyes dance around
when i glace you look away
and when you glance my eyes cannot be found.
I remember the day I died The I remember the day I diedI remember the day I died The by *TTFNJinx
The day I was lost in your mind
I slipped out over time
That was the day I died
I remember the day of my death
when you left and never came back
you never thought about me again
That was the day of my death
I remember the day I became a ghost
A memory pushed in the back your head
Once forgotten and is no more
That was the day I became a ghost
I remember the day I died
You never came to visit me in my sleep
you never spoke of my name
That was the day I died
Scene 1 : Act 1 Scene: The Teens are in class discussing they're play ideas:Scene 1 : Act 1 by *TTFNJinx
[Enter Rosa, Amber, Maria, Caroline and Silvia]
((Note I was currently editing the play so somethings might seem out there))
Caroline: Looking thoughtfully at the ceiling at a butter stain and a pencil stuck into it. : Well, I want the play to be special and original.
Rosa: speaking in her usual sarcastic tone : Orignial? Not possible you can thank Shakespeare for that!
Caroline: rolling her eyes : Whatever okay? I just want to do something that will please the judges, the school and will allow us to win.
Maria: Why not a play about our lives as teenagers?
Rosa: Yes! H
The Virus(My lovely idea while waiting for my flue shot XD anyways this idea is half inspired by a friend of mine who just own a contest for writing an epic story. I love her.)The Virus by *TTFNJinx
The night was cold and bitter winds slapped my face as I walked toward the building. I didn't mind the weather but it took a lot of strength to fight being carried off by the breeze. That's what I get for being so small I guess. I can't help being tiny its in my genes.
I spotted someone else near the doors. He looked sickly and weak. It was dying that's what was wrong with it. I didn't know what it was or who it was but I did know it was none of my concern. I walked up to the