Excerpt For A Story I Have No Title For Yet Approaching me from across the lot he snatches it from my hand with a sense of relief settled upon his face. Glancing down at the photo his fingers ran carefully over the developed film, as if tracing the patterns present in its ink. When his fingers found satisfaction slipping the photo into his back pocket Luke's cold blue eyes met mine. There was silence between us as he probably wondered what I saw and it stayed that way long enough to become uncomfortable. But as I was about to speak up to break the silence Luke turns away and proceeds in his regular path forward into the school. "Luke," I called out. "What," He spat in my face, turning around to face me once again. "Was that," I hesitated to ask. "Was that what?" "Was that your father?" I was indicating to the photo and he knew it. I hadn't looked at the photo for long but I knew it was a picture of his family. All of them seemed so happy in the photo, which seemed odd considering the way they lived in my presence. "It is," He muttered to me. "May I ask what happened?" Luke stood frozen his eyes carefully studying me. Even in the stoic nature of his expressions towards me there was always something easy to read about him in between the line. Sadness sept through the cracks of his mask alongside with the circulating thought that considered telling me everything. It was experience that brought me to see it, even if people thought they hid themselves pretty well. It was rare to see a perfect mask erected to hide such pain and tragedy within. Shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket the blank emotionless reflection of his face crinkled into irritation. His jaw and lips tightened with the passing second of him and I facing each other. He wasn't going to tell me anything. The became clear. "Well can you at least show where I need to be?" I asked quickly to change the subject. "Fine," He barked, taking a few steps backwards, "C'mon let's go."

Light Bulb A room, And a bulb. A heavy heart and a Contrite mind- Struggling to find light in the darkness. The desire to be unique, amongst others. The switch is anywhere. Anywhere, even when you least suspect it. So in the dark the mind searches- floorboards, walls, and that peeling wallpaper. In the quest to find its remedy, Time is uncertain. But to find light is the goal Before you've reached your finish line, Perseverance unites these thoughts, Lifting the weights that hold the heart. Replacing burden with hope, Giving rest to the weary, Creating new #life, When the weathered frame, Calloused hands, Vulnerable soul, Clutching unto the switch With one simple flick Worlds expand beyond mind's reaches Colors, sounds, and light Embrace every part of that bewildered soul The darkness is gone. The quest may be done However the journey has only just begun. There's a room, And a bulb. With an optimistic mind and a Inspired soul.

The Strife The strife of never feeling good enough, The thought that no one cares. No one listens. People are selfish, Cannibals that tear the flesh, Hissing "worthless" underneath their fangs. It makes you wonder... Why am I here? If all I am is nothing, What is the point? What is my purpose?

Synopsis Ok so I'm attempting at writing a book and I've been working on it for about a year now. Anyways it's still not complete but I attempt wrote a vague summary of what it is... When turning seventeen in 1628, Sam didn't expected himself to be alive in 2008; yet alone still look seventeen. However after spending much of his #life unaware of what his immortality meant he soon discovers that the government in the future is trying to kill him for reasons that he hasn't quite learned yet.

Question.. Is it just me or is it when you write a story you see it as a movie running through your head?