The Chronicle : Aftermath Fanfiction
On the surveilance camera screen from the above corner of the room, an older man, probably mid to late 50's, was sitting at a table next to a cup of coffee. He had bruises, cuts and scrapes all over him, and the smell of smoke and soot was all over him. He was of Caucasian descent, and as plain and as ordinary as he dressed, his story was far from ordinary. He looked like he had been to Hell and back - and many people knowing his situation would probably agree. He was unshaven with quite a grizzly beard, and his weary eyes had the look of one who both carried a huge burden, and harbored a lot of anger and frustration. Standing up at the other side of the table was a man of nearly a completely different demeanor. He appeared younger in his early 40's and wore a very well-kept black business suit with a white colored button down undershirt and a large red tie. He was Caucasian as well, and his well-groomed blonde hair and shaven face greatly contrasted the unshaven man who was in emotion
Life is too ShortYou have been judged.Life is too Short2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel unloved.
Feel the whole world is out after you.
But I'm here, I'm here for you.
And I promise you, we'll see it through.
You need a laugh or two?
Well that's what I do.
So don't be blue.
I'll be here for you.
And I promise we'll see it all through...
Hold onto those dreams.
Let out all those screams.
Because no matter how hard it all seems...
In the end it will all be redeemed...
So hold on.
Life's not done.
So hold on...
Let out your hair.
In the sunlights glare.
Let the whole world know...
That you're here to glow.
Life is too short.
The grey wolf.A lone, grey wolf yawned as he rested on the soft snow. Hunters had been tracking him since daybreak, but he needed to rest for a moment. He eyed his surroundings and listened for footsteps. He took one last glance around then bowed his head and began to sleep.The grey wolf.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SNAP. The wolf looked up, a branch had snapped in the woods ahead. There was a deadly silence with no animals daring to move. The wolf stood up and sniffed the air, the hunters were very close. He could smell four of them hiding in the darkness of the woods.
CLICK. The wolf charged at the noise. He didn't even make it to the edge of the clearing before he was shot. He toppled over and as his eyes darkened, he watched the hunter emerge from the darkness with their shotguns still aimed at his wounded body. Then darkness took him.
Written by Dannielle Dent
Life and ChoicesWhen I was younger,Life and Choices2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My friends and I pondered.
For a life on the big blue younder.
A pirates life, on the open sea.
Was this really the life for me?
Treachery, death and pillaging till dusk.
Was this the life we seemed to lust.
Ruling by name, showing no fear.
The rumours I wished to hear.
But now I am older.
I want this no longer.
A pirates life.
Was it right for me?
SingTender voice sing to me,Sing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me close and told me so,
That I know I'm close to home.
Tell me now that I'm safe,
Even if this life is fake.
Sing to me and tell me now,
How far this life has come,
That I can say for now,
"I know that I am alive and well."
The voice tells me truth,
When you say how false it is,
Cause I can see how true it is,
That you are not who you are.
The truth is before me,
I know that it will set me free.