The dark wind blows, quietly at night to avoid being heard, to avoid being seen. It wavers over it prey, bringing trauma along with it, causing a wave of destruction to the lives it touches. The dark wind blows, quietly at night carefully picking out his victims, the weak minded, the broken, the fragile, the innocent, the traumatized, the ones stripped naked by the world and left in disgrace. Once it's prey is chosen, they are consumed, forced to relive whatever pain they were running from, forced to accept what has happened to them, leaving room for only one more thing: to run. The preys run, hoping to escape the dark wind. Hoping it never seeks them for eternity. The dark wind washes over Cora Hardaway and Keon Pail the most. It's weakest victims, forced to submit to it. Hopefully, they find an escape road.

collection of poems I have written, well, some of it. 🍂🍂 hey you, you shun me. you degrade me. you keep me in the dark. you smile in my face. just to turn around and..... continue reading to find out more thank you. Rankings; #1 in heyyou #2 in capabilities #7 in outlet

~SYNOPSIS~ "Heal for as long as you want to. Take the time out and be better for me, for you, for us. Just promise you'll never go astray from me." 🌹🌹🌹🌹 "If I wait a century for you, If I wait a thousand years for you, If I wait a generation for you, Do you promise to return?" 🌺🌺🌺🌺 How long do you have to wait to heal completely? How long did I have to wait to feel human? How long did you wait before I finally went astray? 🥀🥀🥀🥀 She's there but for how long? Gabriella Williams has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. An illness of the pancreas. An illness said to be deadly. An illness she hates. She prays to God at night to take it away but feels like she's just making friends with the four walls. With the love of her family and friends, she feels like she can survive and come out stronger than ever but when that fails, and her world comes crumbling down, who does she turn to? Now she feels alone and that no one understands her anymore. Not even her family.

Debby Walters' life take a turn into confusion and complication when her mother dies and she moves in with her foster parents. Feeling like her life could finally go back to normal when she gains a new family and new friends but she was proven quite wrong when strange letters from her dead mother starts to appear. She has to investigate more about the letters and where they come from. Would they lead to her downfall or redemption?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°••°•°•° Preview: "I can't!" She shook her head continuously until her hand slowly fell from mine. Just like that, she left. I couldn't hold my tears anymore, I broke down. Holding her against my chest and letting everything fade away. I didn't even know when four guards came in and tore me away from her. Despite my protest and struggle, they didn't agree. They still tore us apart. While two of them dragged me away against my will, I watched the other two carry Emma's lifeless body away. I was being thrown into a dimly lit room. There was no window, the only escape was the door that the guards had shut and the room was painted in grey. "Really? This is your plan? To kill us all?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was beyond anger now. "Now, now, I wouldn't say that was my plan." The male voice echoed in the room. "Really? What was your plan then?" I said in pure hatred. "Oh come on Roxy. Don't be like that. You knew what you were getting into." He said calmly. " No! We didn't! You deceived us!" "It's never that serious, Roxy." The voice said. "Are you kidding me?!" I threw my hands up dramatically. " It is that serious!" But I didn't receive a reply. "Hey!" I yelled. But no reply. All I could do was sit in this dimly lit cold room till God knows when. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° •Please this is a work of the writers imagination. •all rights reserved. No part of this story must be taken without the writer's permission. •please forgive all typing errors.