RemyLebeau1111

                Already the night had grown old, and sleep had begun to make its call heard to Riley Milton. Having foreseen the inevitable onset of exhaustion however, he had already begun his nighttime rituals, and at the moment stood poised above his bathroom sink, his face wet from washing. Water ran down his cheeks in small rivulets, following invisible paths across his chocolate skin to the tips of his nose and lips, forming tiny, hanging drops before breaking loose and falling slow and graceful to the porcelain bowl below.                 Riley continued to remain, unmoving, facing the mirror that hung before him, his mind ever so gr

A road. Between light and twilight, twilight and dark, dark and nothing. A traveler. Drawn to the road, a moth drawn to a flickering light, unaware of the dangers beauty can withhold. A pull. Grabbing, tugging, flinging the traveler upon the road, unknowingly. A thought…                                                                  Not so bad, right?                                                                  Pretty nice actually.                                                                  Yea… A trap. Unable to veer, to swerve, a train caught on its tracks, unable to stop. A trap. Nothing to the right, b

Whispering, the wind and the trees. Whispering to each other in natures' own tongue. Whispering, laughing, dancing. Two of Earths' immortal children, frolicking beneath the gaze of the sun. Motherly. The sun watches from above, smiling at the younglings below, bathing them in the warmth of her love. A woman, bent not with age, but with wisdom. Sitting amongst it all. Knowing. Of the trees and the breeze, of the warmth of the sun, of the mother and her children. Knowing.                                                                         A smile creases her lips,                                             and the

"Hey! Mr. Miller, sir, I have that story you…" He let the door of the elevator close, shutting out the young intern and the rest of the 31st floor. God, he was sick of this place. People always yelling and screaming and running, rushing in and out and every which way, unconcerned about anything except for that ever ticking clock on the wall, sitting high above the bustling employees as if it itself were in fact the manager of the place. Or the overseer. Pushing and pushing them without so much as a word, its foot tapping impatiently as the seconds went by, unheard through the activity below, yet felt all the same. Its black whip raised high t

Thunder rolled across the clouds overhead, the deep rumble mixing momentarily with the sounds of the rain, drumming upon the roof, and slapping against the car windshield. Nature's private little orchestra.  A smile made its way onto the woman's lips. She'd always loved the rain, the way it seemed to dance and skip across the earths' surface, cleansing it anew.                But as quickly as the smile had come, it vanished. The storm outside seemed quieter now than before, muffled somehow, and she began to become uncomfortable with the silence around her. Reaching forward, grey-blue eyes darting briefly from the road to the dashboard, sh

Still. Silent. It sits, dead, or asleep? Poised, a predator awaiting its prey. Awaiting a mind. An adventurous, curious mind, like that of a child's. One approaches. Like a mouse, timid, apprehensive, it moves close. And as it does the dead, sleeping thing opens, And… Nothing. Nothing happens, comes out, appears. And the mind sees. It is not a cage sitting there, but a door, a gateway, a portal. And the mind creeps closer, wary, a child peering down a long hall. And… With fingers like that of the wind, strong, invisible, Which nevertheless grab, Grope, and pull. It pulls the mind inside. And snaps shut. L

The vehicle glided through the fog. The woman, her hands tight upon the steering wheel, knuckles white, carefully maneuvered the SUV up the driveway, trying furiously to concentrate solely on the garage door a few hundred feet away. At last pulling into the structure, she immediately reached for the door remote attached to the visor above, depressing the button and watching in the rearview mirror as the door ground its way closed behind her.                She waited until it had stopped before slipping out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind her and pausing in the dim light of the garage. Pocketing her keys, she clenched her purse and

The man pulled to a stop, shutting off his car and opening his door. Immediately, he regretted the decision, as the cool air from the interior of his car was replaced by a scorching, unnatural heat. He grimaced; the air seemed to stick to him, to pull at his clothes, sucking him dry. He felt like a drop of water lost in a giant sponge. Shifting uncomfortably he took a glance round. He wasn't quite sure where he was, there hadn't been any signs on the way into town, and he was almost certain he took a wrong exit somewhere along the way. It was a small town. Quaint, uninteresting really. The buildings all seemed to be the same uniform pale y

Flames.                Surrounding him. Scorching the earth at his feet and driving him farther and farther away from the cries of pain. Though the source remained hidden to him behind a veil of smoke, he felt each agonizing shriek grind its way into his heart, tugging at it and slowly ripping the sanity from his mind. He began to more desperately search for an opening in the inferno, any opening, through which he could reach those in need, but none was to be found. And as the ring of fire around him began to contract he heard his own screams mix with the others, an unbearable cacophony of music surely composed by Hells' own orchestra. And t