Letting Go - Max Ride Fan FicMax POV
So... here I was standing in front of the gym doors at our new school wearing the cutest clothes I could possibly mash together from my beat up wardrobe. Alright I'll admit I had Nudge's help doing that but that's not important. What's important was why I was standing here with Iggy, Nudge and Fang at 9 o'clock at night. For this there could be several reasons:
1) Could it be we wanted to blow up the school? As tempting as that was, Gasman wouldn't miss that for the world.
2) Are we running away from a bunch of whitecoats? Oddly enough, no, we weren't.
3) Could Nudge have dragged home a flyer for a dance at our school and begged us all to go with her? Bingo. I wondered how long it would take before I would freak out from claustrophobia.
I looked at the part of my flock that had the unfortunate qualifications to be dragged along. Iggy didn't look too pleased at being in a crowd but he seemed to be enjoying the music. He would be able to make it through this. I looked at Fang and
When Darkness CallsWhen darkness calls,
you cannot run,
you cannot hide,
you cannot escape.
For the light shines brightest at the beginning,
and dims with every passing day,
as the minute hand races,
to catch the shadow its heavy arm makes.
Each day it edges closer,
screeching and squealing as it makes its laps,
droning in metallic heartbeat,
that measures what little we have.
And oh how we fear it,
and oh how we wish there was more.
All the obstacles we throw at it,
it does but ignore.
We labour to stop it,
or at least slow its beat,
But we know that time we will never defeat.
We accept that one day,
the darkness will call.
And we must not fear it.
For one day we all will fall.
Sombre dreams await us by fate,
some sooner than others,
and tears are shed,
as deaths hand,
takes those whos light has faded little.
Yet darkness consumes them.
And takes them before we are ready.
Time is forever ready.
Time knows all.
For death is times black servant,
when time there