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Santano walked slowly through the halls with a heavy heart as he watched the students gather their things and make mad dashes for the exits. His steps were slow through the hall. A dark shadow seemed to loom over him. No one paid him any mind. It was as if he wasn’t even there. As if he didn’t even exist. The pain in his chest was growing. It had been for the last hour. If his doctor had known, Santano would have been scolded. He didn’t want to take another pill, but he wanted to see if he could get a reaction from the passing students. He fumbled in his jacket pocket for the small bottle and tapped it until another of the s

Leonato was leaning against the front of his desk when the tardy bell rang. He said nothing as the students spoke amongst themselves, only looking periodically to the clock. Leonato was a strict teacher, but he had his own sets of rules. He never thought five minutes was enough time for every student to get to class, only most. After all, some students came all the way from the other side of the school. Without trying to kill themselves and running, they wouldn't make such a trip. So in order to compensate, Leonato gave every student an additional three minutes to get to his class. Of course, this did not apply for his first class of the day,

 Michael slipped his key into the lock on his locker. He always had trouble remembering the combination to a combination lock, so instead he kept a key lock on his locker. Gym had always been interesting. He was worried as he opened the door and slipped his bag off his shoulder. Rebecca only touched her cross when something was really bothering her. He could never understand how a person could put so much faith in a symbol, or anything for that matter. He knew how old the cross was though and usually lent it to the fact that so many hands had touched it. He supposed that if he had something that old and important, it would lend him comfort to

 The bitter cold January winds bit at Rebecca as she stood on the school bus corner. Though she was a high school senior, she didn’t have a car like most other seniors in her class. Her parents didn’t believe that just because she turned sixteen and earned her driver’s license that she deserved to be bought a car of any type. That was fine with Rebecca. If she needed it and it was available, her parents let her use their car as much as she liked, so it wasn’t that bad in her opinion. Her peers disagreed, but she didn’t care. It just meant getting a ride or taking the bus. Today she was stuck on the bus because sh

     A legion of armed angels whisked across the sacred ground. Wicked barbed chains, each equipped with a different vicious head, ripped through the legion, darkening the sacred ground with their blood. The many chains pulled back and danced around the dark and slick body of jagged metal before lashing out again. Serrated and metallic, his body a living weapon towering over the host of angels. This was War.     The ground shook beneath the massive girth of the second. Fire and lightning bounced off his bloated form. He opened his toothy maw and inhaled, uprooting trees and stone. The legions of angels before him were powerless against the p

Rebecca Virtue was a normal high school senior. She had loving parents, close friends, and a loving boyfriend. Life was perfect. Then her dreams came true. A man she had dreamed about all her life had been made flesh. Angel. With his appearance Rebecca’s world began to fall apart. One by one her friends are murdered and it seems only Angel has the answers. Worst still, Rebecca is being haunted in both sleep and awake by a mysterious girl named Úna Devor.    Rebecca clings desperately to what remains of her life, but it is becoming painfully clear it is futile. World’s End is creeping ever closer. A war is brewing with Ang

Everyone has a secret place High above ground or deep in space Only they know where it is Mine is unreachable Full of fright, horror and death Evil rules without mercy No place is safe, even death There, a sole warrior fights Bu, he has a small troop Against a massive army Hope does not exist except as a sliver My secret place was formed in my mind Where no man can wonder Made by my experiences and life A place not welcoming to visitors