A Sweet Young SoulA sweet young soul,the age of five,killed his mother.Stabbed betwixt her eyes.He drug the limp body into the snow,Where the blood leaked out for new things to grow.
Put it Back, and Sew Me up, PleaseYou hurt me again today.I remember the first time it happened,when we first met.You smiled at me.That smile,the simplest of facial expressions.It tore a hole right through me.Right through my chest.And it was never mended.
HomeKryn.He was my everything.Kryn came to us many long summers ago. His ship crashed just outside my family's farm. He wondered up to our field, I assume, then passed out. I helped my father pull him inside and into a bed. I suspected he'd be thrown for a loop when he awoke and saw the robin egg blue wallpaper of our quaint farm home. Our shabby, hand crafted, wood furniture. The cozy fire place we all sat around and shared stories to. My sister. When he first opened his eyes, however, he just smiled, so sadly. Like he had once known a simple life but long ago. As if he had lost everything and wanted to die. He looked up at me.My heart skipped.We spent that first summer together. He became part of the community, everyone knew him, and he helped us all as if we had know him forever. He became part of my small family, my father treated him like another son, I felt like I had an older brother, and my sister began to fancy him. Most importantly, Kryn became my first true friend.It starte
VirtualI lowered my hat as I walked towards the Alley way. It was evening now on a cool autumn night. The breeze was chilling and licked at my face leaving a dry burn across my skin. The baseball cap gave little protection. I glanced around at my surroundings, a cross roads. Left and right, street way, lined with trees and sidewalk. Ahead, the darkest alley I had seen. Two large crumbling brick buildings stood on either side, a former model of their creator's vision, now decaying. I kicked at some fallen debris as I glowered closer to the opening of darkness. I had done this a million times before but I could still feel the adrenaline creeping up my spine. With a final glance over my shoulder I shook off my backpack and dropped it in front of my feet. I quickly pulled the zipper down and dug around inside.My backpack is an odd device. It houses the soul of a water spirit. About a year ago the company I work for tried to make what I can roughly call a ghost vacuum. I'm not good with the scien