One-shot: Behind the WheelBehind the Wheel Zim put the key in the ignition and started the car. He was startled by the sudden noise from the engine and let out a small gasp. His instructor looked at him with a raised eye. Zim returned it with a nervous grin. He then placed his foot on the brake and slowly moved the gearshift from park to drive. Still with his foot on the brake, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared straight ahead. The street he had walked on to get to Skool everyday seemed more intimidating now than it ever had before. The uneasiness he felt was overwhelming; he couldnt even remember feeling this apprehensive since he flew a cruiser for the first time. Come to think of it, he was only a little bit nervous then. The instructor coughed to get his attention, causing him to shudder. Zim did not feel very willing to let off the brake just yet. He was sure that once he removed his foot and put it on the accelerator, the car would either catc
VoidI was swept away from my boundaries-from my memories-from my home.I was in a room-a room with swirling color. I could not feel-feel my heart-my soul. I could not breathe, smell, see, or hear. It felt wonderful and at the same time, horrible. I could see through anothers eyes, yet I see nothing.The wind dances around my ankles, though I cannot feel it, sense it, or taste it. My mind is blank-it is full, and I do not know what to do. The colors merge together to turn black-a blackness that covers me and the room-until there is not anything left.I wake up.
Behind the MaskSomewhere, behind the mask, is a girl taunted by the ensuing chaos around herRage and Hurt push her into a darkened corner where she stays out of fearHer hiding place becomes her new comfort; the darkness her companionShe waits there until it is safe to emerge again, afraid she might be entangled in the looming shadows before herHow long will she sit and stare into oblivion?How much more of this horror film can she endure?There is no escapeThe odds are against herThere must be hopeThere has to beNo
this is a delusionHope is a delusionThe walls are crumbling around herHurt is losing this battle; there is no stopping RageRage is blindHe is deaf to his wordsHurt knows her boundaries; she has feelings he has notRage overpowers her; swearing and volume is his weaponThe girl closes her eyes and hums to herselfWhat else can she do?Rage is winning; there is no cease to his fireThe girl has stopped humming; its not enough to drown out Rage and HurtTears stream f