Anger Amidst a TragedyOnce again, disaster strikesAnger Amidst a Tragedy by ~NekalIbea
Not in a natural way, but man-made
Explosions shake the city of Boston
Two people dying needlessly once again
All that goes through my mind is “how many times will this happen?”
Haven’t enough people died in the last year?
Whatever happened to doing something, Congress?
You’re letting your nation down
These tragedies should open our eyes as a country
But instead, we forget and move on with life
Let me tell you something, America
I haven’t forgotten all of those people lost
I haven’t forgotten the children and teachers slain in Newtown
The moviegoers killed in Aurora, Color
SelenaA life full of love and happiness gone to soonSelena by ~NekalIbea
A heart as big and as wide as the ocean
Promises lie ahead for you
But an act of rage took you away from us
Born in Lake Jackson, Texas, you listened to music
And began singing at the tender age of three
A talent recognized by your father
It was then that your music career started
By nine, you were performing many gigs
Accompanied by your older brother and sister
Many doubted your talents at first
That would change in the coming years
In 1988, you won your first award
The Tejano Music Award for Best Female Artist
This award would secure your future
And you would keep winning for the next seve
Alex vs. the Heartless Sweat dripped off of Alex’s brow and into her garnet eyes, forcing her to shut one of her eyes. There were so many Heartless surrounding her; it seemed implausible to defeat all of them. Being trapped in a cavern in Hollow Bastion didn’t help either. A white wolf with blue stripes on its shoulders and a thick black mane on its back stood next to her, “Don’t lose focus, Alex.”Alex vs. the Heartless by ~NekalIbea
“I know, Donatello,” Alex responded, the grip on her pitch black scythe tightening, “These guys won’t take me down that easy.”
The Heartless continued to ease closer to Alex and Donatello, the team re
Stonehenge Apocalypse- Final Chapter *Amesbury, England, Three Weeks Later*Stonehenge Apocalypse- Final Chapter by ~NekalIbea
Kaycee walked into a hospital, her arm now out of a sling, and up to the front desk. A nurse looked up and said, “How can I help you?”
“Is it possible for me to visit Jacob Glaser?” Kaycee asked, “I’m a good friend of his.”
“He just got out of surgery, miss.” the nurse replied, “He’s in recovery right now. I’ll see if any visitors are allowed.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s your name, miss?”
“Kaycee Leeds.”
“Okay, Ms. Leeds. I’ll let you know once I get
Promise me somethingCrowley is a cruel bastard, though Meg didn't expect any less of him. She could see his outline from where she lay on the pavement, shaking and cursing him through the blood in her mouth. The King of Hell coldly wiped the blood -her blood- off his blade and disappeared.Promise me something by ~Cherry-Chain
Of course he wouldn't make a clean kill. Of course he'd leave her on the ground, her twisted soul slowly unravelling from the magic of the angel blade. There was nothing left to do but grit her teeth and wait for sweet oblivion, or Hell or purgatory or whatever happens to a demon killed with an angel's blade.
Her eyes snapped open at a familiar sound, a light muffled fwump o
signing off at 6:21 p.m. EST 
Sta.sh
Just get some rest, I won't hold it against you 
