The Dark Raven's Sacred Hollow

"I have to go," he said as he put his jacket on.

"Do you have to? I always worry about you when you're called out on cases like this," I said as I stood in the alcove by the door, watching my husband.

"I know you do, but its part of my job. You know I always come home in one piece. Now I have to go. Don't wait up for me," he said as he pulled open the door.

"I always do," I said, as I kissed him.

"Daddy, don't go!!" said Ben, as he came running into the alcove.

"I have to, Ben. Don't worry,… Continue

It’s been several weeks now, and there’s no sign of our American or Russian rescuers. Every day, more of us are sent to the “showers” to wash and get ready, when really they’re sending unsuspecting prisoners to the gas chambers.

Each day, we’re set to work moving heavy boulders up the side of the Zennentime Mountains or digging and building barracks for the arrival of new prisoners.

That night, as I lay exhausted on my bunk, I heard crying from beneath me. It was Abigail again, she had had ano… Continue

Why am I this way?
Why am I so angry and
bitter all the time?
I dont get it!! What's happening
to me?

I used to be a warm and and loving person.
Now, I'm full of bitterness and hate.

I used to be a carefree, worryless person.
Now, I'm full of worry and anguish.

I used to be open and honest.
Now, I'm clsed minded and full of secrets.

I used to be able to tell my best friend everything.
Now, I cant tell him anything.

I used to be a child of light and innocence.
Now, I'm a child of darkness an… Continue

You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this

After a rather interesting dinner with my parents, they left for the night to go dancing, while Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Rob took my sister back to their house for the evening. I ran up the stairs to my room, flopped down on my bed, and turned on my Ipod, looking for a song to listen to.

I must have dozed off, because not even an hour later, I was awoken by tapping on my window.

I stood up… Continue

I'm standing at the gates of Heaven
And Hell, peering through the bars
Into each place wondering which
Set of gates to enter.

I'm sitting staring out my tiny window,
My only portal into the happy world;
Longing with all the strength in my heart
To be apart of their world.

I'm standing in the middle of a
Crowded room, screaming at
The top of my lungs, waiting
for someone to look up and actually care.

I'm standing at the edge of the
Cliff that is my life, ready to jump
And end my suffering and… Continue