pauldetyrion

This is a bit of a rant of mine, and also an attempt at a bit of creativeness, any comments would be welcome, but be constructive, I'm a bit fragile to heavy criticism at the moment, hence the title. What happened back then, why is this madness appearing Why do I feel like this personality is a mask, but now that I feel it I look around, I see masks all around me, I'm not the only one feeling it This beautiful madness that drives me, striving to get out, striving to remind me And what is this I see, I see others, who aren't quite like me but aren't like the sheep I feel a shadow around them, like mine, driving people away causing instab

Alan was sat beside his father in hospital; he was paralysed from the waist down. It looked like Alan would have to hunt every night by himself but at least they wouldn't be super powered, Amanda was out of the picture. He kept going over it in his head, why did she help them? Did he mean nothing to her? He couldn't even ask the questions he needed to ask.   When he went to school the next day, most of his friends were quiet as the police had begun searching for Amanda, Alan was still shocked and Trish kept him reassured, "They will find her, I'm here for you until they do." She kept repeating herself but knowing what he saw, or rather didn

"Here we go, another town, another chance at escaping those who had attempted to kill our family," Alan said, as he stood outside his families new home, "And a new school to go with it."    Life hadn't been easy for Alan, his family had moved seven times since his birth, all because some people were after his dad and the police never caught them. Alan was the typical teenage punk, but he couldn't make friends too easily, and too keep moving never helped either. He plays the drums and collects medieval weapons, not a normal kid, but his family was even less normal than he could possibly imagine.    His first day at school wasn't the best;