Lady-Nyx

I sigh deeply as if the ground is going to cave in Only dusts are piled up in my mind The street lights were just being turned on with the hush of a cold evening when Hyun drove back to Min's apartment. "We have to tell him!" Hyun yelled, starting the car again after walking Min slowly to his car, putting his jacket around her shuddering shoulders in a feeble attempt to shield the cold.  Min was too busy shivering to answer right away, eyes wide and frightened as he pulled away from the curb and rammed himself into the traffic impatiently. "Min? Min!" "I'm here." She whispered. "We have to tell Ji, now." Hyun repeated, looking frantical

Finally I realize... That I’m nothing without you.  I was so wrong, forgive me. The car was running, sitting there, the driver’s door ajar waiting for a passenger, with the smoke from the back pipes shooting across the empty lot.  It was the middle of the week, late in January.  The nip of the cold air crawled up the jacket sleeves of the bystanders, not at all modest.  Leaning against the trunk of the car was a small girl, eyes looking around almost impatiently.  The man with her looked at his feet, hands in his pockets. “You shouldn’t...” The man started, but the girl looked at him, cutting him off. “Don

“Do you want it back?” The boy taunted, waving the pen above his head out of the girl’s reach.  Her small pale face was turning red with frustration as she jumped desperately to get it. “Jake, give it back!” One of her friends sighed, trying to think of a way to retrieve her friend’s favorite pen. “She can get it,” Jake replied, a huge grin plastered on his face.  His blue-green eyes danced with the fluorescent lights of the classroom as the girl’s arm waved in front of them. “Hannah just stop it,” The friend griped, “It’s not worth it.” “It’s the pen that

The Clock Strikes its Final Hour There wasn’t a noise in the house besides the faint clicking of pans and water running in the kitchen.  The man entered the parlor and walked to his same old chair, his wife busy in the next room preparing dinner.  As he sat, the familiar squeak echoed through the room.  He lifted the novel he’d been reading off of the small table next to him and flipped through the pages and with notes written in the side margins. Clack. He looked up, bewildered.  He specifically heard the noise.  His eyes landed on the clock above the mantle, but it was ticking soundlessly from its home next to the family portra

Unknown to the world She sits in the shadows Batting around ideas in her head About what she wants to prey upon. The delivery boy was oh so yummy But no, oh no, he would not do. Oh me, oh my Master has a visitor What a scrumptious well-to-do A man dressed all in riches He most certainly will please her Love her for tonight He might live until tomorrow Maybe stay a few more nights. Lure him in with strong desire Feel the caress Digest the purrs and sensual looks He notices the sparkle in her eyes Returns her glances. Trapped like the prey of the huntress A spider in the web Do you feel the claws Burning fire down your bac

I shut the door softly, my fingers shaking as they grasped the knob and fiddled with the lock.  I let out a sigh before backing away from the black painted door slowly, watching it just in case something was to burst through it. They would be coming soon.  They knew where I was. The office was tiny, but easy to hide in.  A rickety plywood desk sat in the middle under stacks and stacks of papers and case files that belonged to the detective that worked here.  On each wall but one there were three windows covered in dusty white blinds.  I went to the first window groping in the dark for the pull string to raise them.  I failed to find it and