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Silverflame's fate, chapter 1"Silverpaw," she could hear someone calling her name. "Who's there? If you don't come out, I'll find you, and make you wish you've never been born!" she said bravely. The voice spoke again,"don't worry, my name is Firestar. I am a friend, and I need to tell you something ,". "go on." she told Firestar. "And then, show yourself!" she wasn't going to let this voice fool her. A firey ginger tom appeared in front of her. "you look like my brother," silverpaw told him. Firestar ignored her, but went on. "Dawn will shine like silver on the ash, and the skies will come together like fire. You must find Dawnflower from RiverClan, Dawnpelt from ShadowClan, and Ashfoot from WindClan. StarClan light your path," he said as he started to fade. "Wait, come back!" shouted Silverpaw. Then she felt a paw prodding her side. She awoke with a start. "Who's there!" she said, alarmed. "Geez, it's just me," she heard the warm voice of her brother, Firepaw. She turned to face him. "It's just me," he repe
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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