Shade-Star

Chapter 2: A woman scorned… Agatha found it difficult to go back to sleep that night. Fortunately for her, the sun rose quickly and the time prior was devoid of encountered from the crying girl. Soon it was morning, with the old couple sitting down at their table eating breakfast. “Fernando,” Agatha started to explain suddenly after putting her fork down. She had already finished her small portion of eggs and bacon. “I saw that girl again last night. It… seemed so strange, but...” The elderly woman sounded genuinely frightened as she began to explain what happened to her the night before. This fear was accented

Chapter One: Such subtle winds do blow... It was once a time of pleasure and happiness, before the ruining to come. The sky was bright and cheery, a beautifully light blue, the sun itself seemed to smile from its spot in the sky and would continue forever to do so, or we thought. The fields surrounding Silverfield were a healthy shade of green and the farm lands rich with food. It was a prosperous time, suffice to say. Perhaps it was something in the air for such subtle winds do blow, foretelling all things ominous and diabolical, but someone would at least notice something was disturbed in this tranquil life. One of the older residents of S

Prologue: Innocent Beginnings It was, as most nights are, a shaded and sunless sky, darkened puff ball clouds passing overhead and masking the brilliance and white of an illuminating full moon. This beautiful night seemed at odds with the landscape below, as barren and plain it was. The particular town in question was long sense abandoned as evinced by the run-down and messily kept houses. The very air almost felt as though something terribly, terribly wrong had happened. The town’s sacred church lay in ruins; its stained glass was left fractured and shattered on the dying brown grass and the once so pure white ivory pillars, now withe

Keep saying no; keep saying I can't, Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange, Some things never change... When I say I know; you laugh and say no, When I try to get help; you push it a-way, Some things never change... Keep saying no; keep saying I can't, Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange, Some things never change... I say that I can; I say I un-der-stand, You say that I can't; that I stand no chance, Some things never change... Keep saying no; keep saying I can't, Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange, Some things never change... The things that I do; just aren't enough for you, The things I can't do; yo

An untouchable goal; that little promise, I had thought it just could never be, I had thought you could never be, It had seemed so distant from me... So try for one moment to realize my sur-prise, When I found you, It had seemed so unlikely; so impossible, But now that you're here, I needn't have fear, Because even as life keeps changing... You've become the pride and my hope, My joy and the love; that I thought was... An untouchable goal; that little promise, I had thought it just could never be, I had thought you could never be, It had seemed so distant from me... So I just wanted you to know, That you're the light in the s

Stare. Go ahead; keep staring, Stare until your eyes rot, I'm not ashamed... I'm your anathema; likewise you are mine, You claim to stand for good; for things right and just, If people could see how fake you are, I'd be laughing at your fate, Stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all, I use an umbrella in the sun, I wear shorts in the coldest nights, I appear arrogant, obscure, and inhuman, So stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all, You would think I demand fame; notoriety, But I have made no such claim, Had anyone ever realized that, they would understand my hate, Stare at me. Go ahead; keep staring, Stare until your eyes rot

Just another day, Same things always happen... I wanted to be different, to be perfect; so untouchable, But no, No, I couldn't... One step forward has a price for me, Two steps back... I see this happen; day after day, Seems like life doesn't work any other way... Even when you're near; I still feel alone, Barely guided; though I long for no one now... But the drive is gone; the dreams are gone, Just another day...

He waits; she's so far away... To climb the mountain; to find yourself... Even as he is enshrouded in shadow; and she in the cold... So close, barely out of reach; yet still untouchable... That shadow, dark as it is; will be their sanctuary...

I'm no stranger to the air; Nor foreign to the seas. The very soil beneath you; I navigate with ease. I am drawn; I am written. I am spoken of and speak; Yet I myself am silent. I've seen the rising sun; And am proud of what I've done. All I could want now; is to do more than just know how. What am I?

  No name is named, reveal no faces, and mask all identity. A cloak of shadows, a veil of night. Hidden in this shield, all things become relative. No one becomes someone, the nonexistent becomes real. Anonymity, living life by proxy, feeling you have lived yet knowing you never truly have even as you tell them of what you do, how you feel. It undoes, unhinges, resonates through you, further reinforcing while slowly a web is woven. This web becomes a fortress, an armor. Stronger than steel, tougher than diamonds… but there is nothing that escapes. A single tear, running down the face, perhaps wishing for a life that never was, frustr