AkashasDreamworld

Hours passed between answers to my distress signal, but the snow never stopped raging. My suit was by now no longer the elegant white it had been when I left the ship, my boots no longer emitting enough light to see and my goggles were covered in a layer of frost that I had to scrape off every few hours. We were trapped in the frozen jungle of Tarsecs 4, and even with all the equipment we had, the chance of anyone finding us grew slimmer every day. Maybe if we moved to higher grounds, where the magnetic storms weren’t as potent, our ship would be able to locate us. But we could not be saved – it was too late. I sat beside my bro

With her index finger and thumb Cassie rubbed over her eyes, as if to erase what she had seen from her sight. It was simply too weird, too unbelievable, for her to find it funny - though she barely found anything concering this summer funny. Her efforts to forget what was happening around her failed, when her father let out a surprised whistle and half smirking said: 'Well… this is not what I expected.' Cassie pressed her eyes shut, a deep frown cutting her face into a distorted mask of calmness. No, this wasn’t what anyone had expected. And she was about to throw a fit. 'How could you not have expected this?!' she kept her voi

The call of an unfamiliar bird startled her. Cassie rubbed her arms as she stared into the forest. Being from the city, she hated insects, dirt and the natural stillness of the woods. ‘Dad, hurry it up!’ she called. Again the unfamiliar bird shrieked. Cassie climbed back into the van and turned on the radio. She tried to focus on finding a frequency that worked. ‘I’m coming princess. No need to worry.’ A man pushed himself through a set of large bushes. Shaking off a few leaves he proceeded walking toward the blue van. He smiled widely at Cassie, who in return frowned at him with scorching annoyance.   ‘

It feels like falling from great heights Or running towards endless nights As if standing alone in blinding lights Or being chased by grand knights It feels like melting ice cold fire Or knowing the secret of the liar As if whishing to be someplace higher Or having nothing when need is dire It feels like losing something rare Or searching through a haunted lair As if breathing deeply rotten air Or being treated unfairly fair

Like many others, I tend to leave a lot of leftovers. Normally they just sit and wait in fridges until they get eaten or go bad. But my leftovers always disappear over night. And as staying awake never worked for me I had to use other methods of finding out what was happening. So I put up cameras once, but the battery ran out just around 2:30am. I also set traps, all kinds of traps. But, nothing. In time, I gave up and focused on more important things. Yesterday was a very rainy day and all the dirt on the streets turned into mud. I made sure not to make any marks with my shoes when I came home, but this morning I found that those who stea

Her hand gently stroked his, as they listened to the thousand voices rising in the night. It was a warm night still, illuminated by a thin crescent shaped moon. 'Why can’t you stay?', she asked for the thousandth time. Her voice shook gently. He tightened his grip on her hand and forced a smile. They feared what was to come, almost as much as ignoring it. The gentle night became a tormenting wait, a tossing of emotions, while hopes began to flutter like a dying fire. 'Sing for me...', he muttered. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and found his expression mirrored hers. Quickly he kissed her forehead and squeezed her hand. Th

„Don’t worry Ma’am this is perfectly normal. Many of our students don’t develop their specializations, until the second, maybe even third year. Also, we’ve always had the occasional late bloomers who transferred here from a normal school in fourth year.” Mister Sato tapped his ballpoint pen on the paper. His cold eyes stared unblinkingly at the couple that sat nervously before him. The woman clutched her bag with long fingers, while chewing on her upper lip. She looked back and forth between Sato, her husband and the document lying on the table. The man beside her had his concentration on the document whic

There's a jungle on my floor And an ocean on my bed No longer can I find the door Time for my monsters to be fed Another storm on my table A little earthquake in the closet So the grounds become unstable Time's up for me - the rules are set Walls shiver quivering waves Thoughts, dreams cover space Windows blur with cumulus caves As billowing blinds paint a face Life and wonder clash at bay Beating breath be upon my soul My drawers prey to slow decay Escape, as is my every goal

I don’t belong. Not anymore. After my parents death I decided it was useless to talk myself into believing such nonsense. Now, more than never, it has become clear. Magic has faded, and every last hope of it was left at their graves. I cried when I began to understand what that means. I find no hope anymore in this world. Sad songs don’t touch the sadness in me, and laughter is ignored when it knocks on the door to my heart. Anger is so much easier to handle, it keeps me alive, it feeds me. I saw a wanted poster of me a few days back. It said I was a rouge killer and a psychopath. It said I threatened the peace of the country. I

Zoom ZOOM Swoosh SWOOSH Here to save the day Now all eyes on us Our hair's untidy hay We need to catch the bus Slash SLASH Boom BOOM Angels we are not (too clumsy, honestly) But wings we got! And have a family. Swish SWISH Pow POW Capes are handmade And wooden swords We come to your aid On our skateboards Click CLICK Woosh WOOSH We might look funny Might not be fearless Might not have money Might be a tad careless But we do what we can Changing the world is the plan.