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Highways :: EditHighways :: Edit by =angeljunkie
It was the fragility he liked the most. The feeling of being nowhere and everywhere as headlights streamed by on the highway. They were all just disconnected little boxes connected by the miles they'd gone and that whisper in their genetic code that urged them to go.
Most nights he would sit in truck stop diners and watch the flow of people on their way to somewhere. Minivan families and Midwestern retirees, businessmen who spent more time strapped into a seat than anywhere else, the optimistic and the exhausted. He needed the meager camaraderie of too many hours too far from home.
But some nights, like this one, he preferred the isolation of empty rest stops. He sat on picnic tables and watched the string of lights in the distance, trying to imagine who lived inside and where they were going. For most of them, it was all about the destination.
She was west coast highways and the taste of summer on her skin. Exactly the sort of girl he would have been terrified of
The Song of KayaThere had never been a time that Kaya did not know ice.The Song of Kaya by =angeljunkie
From the moment he’d been born, it’d been there. Part of him. Crusting his skin, his throat, his eyelashes. He can feel it crisp and sharp in his lungs when he breathes, and running the cold through his veins with every heartbeat.
In the Sunlands they say the Vuuhlph are made of snow and ice instead of blood and bone, but north of Crow Sea everyone knows the heat of the Sunlands makes its people soft as babes still cutting their milkteeth.
Still, on days like this, with sky and ground just a single white sheet, Kaya is tempted to test his blade against his arm just to remind himself he can bleed colour into the air.
In the White, Kaya hears his father’s voice, low and rich, leading the song of their people. His mother’s voice joins from the opposite direction,
18.07.12Max had waited for this moment since the day he’d been first activated. So what if the Council had subsequently determined that his model was too unstable for actual combat and repurposed them as crossing guards. Max had been created to be a hero, and no amount of reprogramming was going to stand in his way.18.07.12 by =angeljunkie
Granted, his first two attempts hadn’t gone exactly as planned. There was no one to actually save in the first fire he set. He made sure there were at least five in the second, but some dumb X9 model had beaten him to it and got all the credit. Not this time, though. This time had been perfect. Plenty of heartstring-tugging potential victims, the nearest X9 units experiencing temporary technical difficulties, and a news crew with a perfectly timed tip.
And it’d worked. Exactly as planned. In the end, he’d only gotten out four of the twenty, but t
FanaticMy vision blurs,Fanatic by ~xxdraxx
'Till the only thing I can see is you.
Black hair; I still remember you.
You smile gently, and walk away.
I chase you.
I chase the only thing I know.
But I can't find you,
Do you even exist?
A mirror, I guess that's what you are,
A mirror of myself,
Was I only chasing myself?
What the fuck is going on?
Tell me; girl, explain this to me.
I'm you're number one fan,
Even so, how come you don't remember me?
You laugh gently, and walk away.
I light the path in front of me,
But it only gets darker.
Still, I follow your voice,
But it gets distorted in the distance,
Static contact, pulling us apart,
Explain to me why this happened
The First DreamSome time ago, I had my first dream with you. I felt myself fall through time and space, opening my eyes to green, flowing fields stretching across the land. Renegade trees and flowers filled the nearby hills, with majestic mountains standing before me. The universe was layed out upon the heavens above, I was on no part of earth.The First Dream by ~AltairaRana
A soft stream of air blew my hair across my face; it was long, thick, I saw myself as I was truly born. I felt all of my power; my sword, Darious, lay sheathed next to me. The blade had been drawn from my soul, and forged in the fires of hell. It shone brightly, turning my attention to the sky.
From that moment, every sense, sight, and feeling unfolded as if it were a memory. As I lay there gazing at the stars, I felt the soft, gentle touch of your hand gently glide up my arm. As I turned me head slowly, you lay there beside me with your hair flowing down your slender body, and your soft, ravenblack wings flat beneath you. I rose up, kneeling over you, looking
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