MidnaofTwilight3519

   Laughter tripped through the room as Dave opened his present---a handbook on good parenting skills. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't keep the smile from his face, "And this is why I never liked the 'Secret Santa' idea...there's always at least one smart-aleck..." He laughed, looking pointedly at the Thin White Duke, who was sniggering uncontrollably.   Ziggy Stardust let loose a high-pitched giggle, still admiring his gift, a one hundred shade eyeshadow palette. "But that's half the fun of it!" He protested impishly. "You get exactly what you never knew you needed!" Clutching his palette to his chest, he said, "Or, what you've been despe

No one can blame you... I do...You had no reason... For walking away... And leaving me behind... But too much rejection, No one's rejected you! No love injection! Barely even looked at me, even when I tried...I tried so hard to impress you! Life can be easy! Maybe yours is now. It's not always swell... I know mine isn't. Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl! Don't you think I'd know? 'Cause it hurts like hell! My truth is my hell... But down, in the underground, You do want to come back and see me...right? You'll find someone true! I've never even mislead you...I'd never lie. To you. Down, in the underground, P

   (%%%)    Pure black; grey velvet sheets pouring through the window from outside's dawn. Pierrot's eyes blinked carefully open, and peered around the room, which seemed oblivous to the fact it was morning, as everything in it was still coated in darkness. Quietly peeling off his covers so as not to disturb Serious Moonlight, his no-nonsense-before-noon room-mate. Well, frankly, Serious was no-nonsense at all, really, thought Pierrot. Slinking out into the hallway, Pierrot relaxed. He loved this time of day. It was his time. No one was up, and therefore no one could see him. Walking to the loo, he pondered his

Chh-zzzzzzzbt    So, uhm, I'd like to talk about myself, then. Uhm, this is awkward, haha! Alrightee. Well, I'm supposed to be recordin' these stories of mine. This is my story, or, er, I mean, this is...me. So, my friend, Paul, he's a professor, see-I mean, he was. He says I should be recordin' my stories, somethin' about passin' them on...I just hope to God I sent this back to the right time..    I'm five foot ten inches and slender as can be, one hundred twenty five pounds. Alrightee, yeah, I know I'm sickly skinny, but we're all starving here okay? Well...I mean, we're alive, but it ain't comfortable here..

   Today was the day. Sarah stepped across the flagstone floor to her ornate dresser and began pulling her hair back. "There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes," She sang softly to herself, smiling gently into the mirror. Today was the day Jareth was coming home. He had been away,at the farthest reaches of his kingdom, overseeing a dramatic negotiation between native imps and brownies, who were trying to invade. Jareth had insisted that the King himself need not go, but when they realised the High General, who would normally attend such things, was occupied with a similar issue, Jareth had conceded on the condition that Sarah stay. And so,

Faeries run sprightly with spirit, through the misty air, leaping on high in contest, to see the Maiden fair. They say she is a beauty, nay, a princess, no, a queen! They say her eyes are golden and her hair of silver sheen. Cavorting through the foggy night, to the palace wall, I can barely think through the excitement of it all! Beyond the gates we go, dropping diamonds, dropping pearls, Dukes and peasants all, sweet knights, and serfs and Earls, skipping over guards and soldiers on their way inside with lords and ladies-in-waiting screaming, "Now this I can't abide!" Past tapestries and paintings, and vases made of feathers green

Dory leaned back on his hands, his head lolling back on his neck. "So. New topic. Don't you ever think about what it'd be like to just be with Jareth?" He posed, gazing at one of closest friends, Sarah Williams, inquisitively.    "Dory, I told you, I don't want to talk about him!" The dark-haired woman exclaimed, shifting on her end of the bed. “That was a long time ago!”    The long-haired hippie sat up in protest. “But Jareth stays with us sometimes---there’s no way you won’t come across him. You may as well work it out now!” He reasoned, shifting the hem of his dress up.  He looked at her sardonically.

Hot, angry scalding tears As I confirm my deepest fears, You were plotting against me. How could you do this, how could you hurt me? Running, running endlessly, Through desert and through shining sea, Looking for salvation. How could you do this, how could you hurt me? I never thought I'd see the day, When you would turn me far away, Banished from my people. Why would you do that, why would you hurt me? Anger,fragments of thoughts, Running   through     my                     mind, And yet

She keeps Moet de Chandon... That's what they tell me. Let them eat cake, But I've never seen her. Well versed in ettiquette, I've never met her. She's as willing as, Have you ever seen her? Extraordinarily nice, But you've fallen for her.

   My name is Lynette Fromme, though others call me 'Squeaky'. I've always been a smart girl, and I've always had...abilities. See, I can tell when something horrid's about to happen. I get this feel about, this 'bad energy', and it creeps into my bones and won't let me go. Without a fail, something bad happens. I decided to write down this part of my story, and let you decide if I'm right, and about me.            I had just really begun to feel comfortable in my part of life as part of the great Manson Family, and had truly just confirmed myself completely into their Helter Skel

 Christine shivered. She knew that if she entered her dressing room again and looked into the mirror, she would feel that pull, that...that aching love for the unknown, gorgeous tenor. Opening her ruby rimmed mouth, her voice spilled out of her like so many drops of water. "In sleep, he sang to me, in dreams, he came..." One tentative foot after the other, she slowly walked towards the dressing room door. "That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name, and do I dream again?" Pausing, she stood puzzled, hearing a melody run through her mind, haunting and seductive, pulling her in. "For now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside

The veil is thinning, Can't you feel it? The spirits are winning, Their world unfit. Coming to dance and wine with us, Coming to chance and dine with us. Wear a mask for the old, cruel ones, Wear it to chase them away, Beware the bad, ill-meaning ones, Be masked to chase them away. Dancing flamelight on a hill Welcome in the spirits kind, Ethereal hearts begin to fill From those they've left behind.

   I walked down the narrow hallway, nervously clutching my books, and trying to avoid all the odd stares, points and whispers. The dim, yellow-y light glinted off the doors' windows, making every classroom look sinister, and as if everyone was jaundiced. I slowly entered my classroom and quietly shut the door, but when I turned, everyone was staring. Daring not to break the silence, I stared back in confusion. Scanning the classroom, my vision jumped and returned to a familiar face…mine? Same gold hair, blue eyes, turned up nose and full lips…it was me.   Ever so slowly, the Second Me rose and wended her way through the grey desk

I'm silent because I'm shy. I'm silent because I'm shy I'm shy because I'm silent I keep secrets from all But I'd like to tell I'd love to tell everyone But I can't I'm silent because I'm shy I'm silent because I'm shy I'm shy because I'm silent _______________________________________ I love a woman but she'll never return it. I love a woman but she'll never return it She loves another but he'll never return it I love her so, my heart aches But she doesn't care for me I'm too simple for her I suppose he's complicated I love a woman but she'll never return it I love a woman but she'll never return it She loves another but