Zane Clark: Last Taste Of FreedomThe boy felt the disgust of his fellow customers as he stuffed the fifth hamburger into his mouth. Who cared? He was hungry, hadn't eaten in days. Hadn't washed in days. The grime felt grainy on his face and hands. He was exhausted. It wasn't the first time he'd run away, but it would be the last. Just this last taste of freedom, before they took him away. He took a slurp of his Coke, the ice rattling around, annoying the middle aged woman at the table behind him.She shouldn't be in here anyway, he thought, cheating on her diet like that. He smiled into his hands as the pickled gherkin slipped from the woman's burger onto her expensive business suit, causing her to curse internally."You'll never get that stain out if you rub at it like that!"the boy called, without turning around. He registered her shock as she bundled the half of her burger she had left into the wrapper and slid it into the bin, walking out purposefully. Apparently giving her diet cheating a
UNTITLED PROJECT Chapter OneFarja Cinneaddaughter was dancing with fire. Its blazing tendrils blended seamlessly with her vibrant hair which whirled around her face, compelled by an absent wind. Her laughter bubbled up about her ears as she twirled. Her dress was glowing sunshine yellow, the bright orange of marigold flowers, deep flame red, the colours flickering and mingling with each other as she and her fiery partner danced in the blackness. The fire stroked Farja's pale skin. It was gentle, it didn't burn. Didn't even tickle. The girl laughed again, closing her eyes as the flames licked at her face and eyelids. In all her nineteen years, Farja had never felt so alive.She fell out of her dreams with a resounding thud. The coarse material scratched at her skin as she buried her face in her pillow. Daughter of flames, that's what they called her, but in real life she was nothing but a girl. Somebody's daughter, certainly, but not some immortal child of the elements. She could feel the sunlight on the back of h
Falsehoods from young lipsIdeas of life are twistedIn your little mindAnd you intend on tellingYet more foolish liesDo you intend to break me?To tear my soul in two?I hate to have to tell youI'll do the same to youI am so much olderAnd you are such a childYou cannot know the tormentThe things that make me wildHow often I have lain thereWilling death to comeWhile foolish lies come rollingFrom your foolish tongue
Half heartedYou tell me "Be more confident,More brave, more strong, more loud,"You tell me to believe in myself,You tell me to be proud,If only I was beautiful,If only I was smart,If only I could do those thingsWith more than half my heart
BlackShe is the blackest part of my soul,Presuming, of course, that I have one.
Shut upJust shut up and leave me alone,Don't tell me what to do,This is no fairytale, no comic book fantasy,And the last thing I need here is you.
Crazy girlHi there crazy girlHi there green eyesYou don't have a nameFor it would be mad to give you oneAre you crying, crazy girl?Are you crying, green eyes?There's really no causeBut it would be mad to tell you to stop