MoonPhoxx

A deep indrawn breath of dusk air made her chest expand for a moment before she let the air back out through her lips as a long sigh, she hoped she was doing the right thing. She shifted her weight to one foot and tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she stared down at the city below from the high rising hills miles away from said city limits watching the sun sink behind it. She was on the edge of the woods, woods that went on for miles and miles, she would know as she'd traveled through them most of her adult life now ever since her escape. She shifted her weight to the other food, deep violet eyes steady on the city as she

Chapter 1: Written Words Sarah hugged each of her friends just before they left, they had stayed in her room for hours after she returned from her tiring journey from the Labyrinth. She waved one last little bit as Hoggle disappeared back to the Underground and let her smile fade to a passive look of sadness, she had gotten Toby back, defeated Jareth, completed her mission right? 'Why do I feel… so weird… empty..' she reached up touching the area on her breast just above her hear, 'Like something's missing…' she stood in the middle of her room for a long time just thinking. Finally she shook her head, 'Must be the wonder of it

I could hear my heart pounding so loudly in my ears I was sure even the dead could hear it, the sound pounded in my ears as I made my way towards the ink black shadows of the alleyway. My heartbeat was almost as loud as the sharp raps of my snapping against the sidewalk, I continued down the my set path. It was set by the smear of blood that led into that dingy dark alley, it was in there that was for sure. Waiting for the next moron to walk to close to the alley opening, to come just far enough into those shadows for it to grab. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I slowed my steps as I neared that gaping black hole between two building

I slip backwards, into the darkness. Disappearing into the space, where nothing is felt. Air catches me, the softest touch. A caress, holding me like a lover. It toys with my hair, wrapping it around invisible fingers. Letting it splay out, around it's unreachable pillows. I watch the ends dance, so wild and free. Then turn my face, to pillows I can see. Dark and sad, they drift across a midnight sky. They block out the diamond lights, that I strive to touch. I stretch pale fingers for those lights, alas they slip away from my ghostly touch. Dancing lights slip on past, painting my skin in golden glow. A multicolored b