cocoasmile100

Change. The changing seasons, the changing people, the changing feelings. Change is inevitable, but also uncertain. Are we changing for the better? Are we becoming worse? What is the catalyst for change? Can someone really change themselves in the eyes of the people? Is it really possible to change from the outcast, the loner… To someone respected and loved? The eyes were still there, watching. But… Was that gratitude? Is that what admiration looks like? People can stare without contempt, without anger, without fear. You can change in the eyes of others. You can change, from Monster to Hero

Mokuba slowly opened one eye, and then the other. For some reason, he couldn't remember what had happened just a minute ago. How long had it been since he had passed out, from a chloroform cloth pressed to his face by someone who'd stalked him at the town square? He was lying on some sort of lawn chair, only it wasn't the kind you'd see in the neighbor's backyard - it had the shape of a recliner, but it was entirely solid, and padded on the top to support his weight. But he wasn't disturbed by that part. What frightened him so badly was that his feet were bare, and that his shoes and socks were missing. His ankles were trapped in what looked

Silence Reigns Silence reigned. It layered the desolate fields, clung to the crumbling buildings and echoed through the stale air. Along the trodden and decaying streets the absence of sound only added to the graying colors that accompanied it. Rubble and debris littered the once immaculate ground. A lone car, half rusted with age, remained the sole testament to the street's history. Any who might have brought laughter or shouts to the lonely route were driven out, their story left behind, forgotten. And without the truth only a witness can provide; the deafening lull that flowed about, only held the mystery of the past. For even foll