paranormal

Saw a show on Discovery Channel that talked about how energy and matter can't be destroyed. It can only change and that got me thinking that maybe there is something more than just this life. Dying might just be a transformation of energy.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs__orn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.

I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like dough into the form of my hand. Not even caring, I wrenched the handle free from the door without turning it. It cracked loose of the solid oak door, sending splinters showering to the floor. My hand tossed the now crumpled piece of metal behind me with unexpected force. It zoomed across the room and embedded itself into the wood paneling with the end my hand had crushed sticking out to see.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

I have two rules I follow religiously:#1. Don't sweat the small stuff.#2. It's all small stuff.

Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise.Tomorrow, that would change.

Sorry, dear. This isn´t fairy tale. There´s no happily ever after. Just... ever after.

He knew what the thing was going to do next. It was going to climb the hood slowly, toying with them before crushing in the windshield and eating them all alive.

In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me__im__way. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. "I'm sorry." 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you.

I never thought I would die at the age of seventeen, so when I received the death message, I was a little freaked out.

I__ been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I__ finally graduated, I was sick of it. I__ hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we__ all be wearing tiny hats.

He kept quite for a minute or so but it felt like an hour. __hat sounds like either you know a lot of diseased and ill people or they__e just ill or dead because of you.___ know,_ I said and felt like a monster.

He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. __eboth know I__ not a gentleman.___eah. Okay, let me out. I__ tired.___here__ something else,_ he said, and I groaned.__hat now?___his._ He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers weresandwiched between us. His eyeslooked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.__h, no, you don__!_ I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hardagainst his chest; it was like shovinga tree.__es,_ he said very softly, leaning down. __es, I do.