If I want this I have to survive. But how can I when I look like this. I can’t even put pills in my body. I don’t want to keep answering the questions about my scars. I don’t want to be this way. But just for the thought of saving someone. A innocent life. I have to continue this is my dream. I want to be there on peoples worse days. Putting the fire out. But I’m killing myself by living....

I wanted to be someone

People could look up to

And feel hopeful.

I wanted to always be the person

That gets back up

And keeps hoping.

I

Still

Do.

Lightning crashes

Around

Me.

Water pools at my feet

Or maybe

It’s tears.

Or maybe

It’s blood.

Maybe this time I cut

Too deep

But my brain hasn’t processed the pain yet.

Maybe this time when I

Fall asleep

By brain won’t wake me up to greet the morn...

He waits within your mind, walking the waters of your consciousness.

He waits in that deep grey void, cloaked by a dark obscurity.

He waits for you to see him, to know him, to greet him.

And when you do, he takes you down a path.

Will you brave this road and come out his harbinger?

Or will you succumb to the storm behind him, huddling in fear from the fog?

Will you seek to see this man?

Or will...

Lightning flashes

Too close

Not close enough

Electricity prickled across my skin

I reach for it

Hungry for more

I touch the beautiful power

Ecstasy

Sweet fire running through my veins

And then,

Pain

Burning me from the inside out

A terrible mistake...

The man stood, waiting. Just as he had for years.

At the start, there had been a voice screaming in his head, urging him to leave. It had argued that he had no real obligation to be here, that he was free to leave, that nobody would stop him.

Now, the voice had almost faded to a memory. It still haunted him sometimes, whispering that he could still leave.

It wasn’t that he truly ...

Damon didn’t know it at the time but he and his sister were to be forever changed.

**Alicia always wanted to fit in. She just wanted to be a normal, regular girl. **Sometimes normal isn’t an advantage. Fitting in isn’t always the right fit in this instance, what was regular simply wouldn’t allow for the adaptation they needed to survive.

Damon was the opposite. He understood that although fitting ...

To the Aztecs, he was known as Tlaloc, god of rain and thunder. To the mayas, he was known as Chaac. To his friends, he was just Pedro.

Throughout the ages he had taken many names and forms, but this current one was probably the most confusing and complicated he had ever dared to posses. Seeking a break from god duties, back in the 1970s, he had taken the form of a ceramic Chaac Mool sculpture ...

He stood in the lake’s edge. The wind did not stir his long overcoat or even whisper to ruffle his hair.

Electricty crackled in the air, strong enough to taste and strikes of lightning rained down to the water’s surface around him.

He watched the shoreline, waiting. He knew she loved storms, it was only a matter of time before she would be outside, arms wide open and face tilted to the sky.

She wo...

Standing in the middle of nowhere

Floating on water

I felt nothing

But peace

The wind blowing at my face

The grey clouds swirling above me

One strike hits the ground

A second one hits

Right next to it

I felt the electricity of the bolts

Flood through my body

From the tips of my toes

To the top of my head

I felt my life change

A storm awakened inside...

Where am I? How did I get here?

I hear white noise ringing in my ears

I am in an abyss of nowhere

Is this Heaven? Maybe it’s Hell? I don’t think it’s either.I’m lost in my mind to nothingness. i’m walking, turning, spinning round and round.All I see, is a mirrored reflection of me. Have I lost my mind?

I hear a voice, I feel something on my chest. The voice is saying get the paddles. Paddles?

W...