emma

It was a quite night. No moon could be see and the stars were veiled by coming storms. The only light was that of a black lamp post on the curb, marking the block. It cast a yellowish glow on the concrete and freshly cut grass. The night's tone reflected that of its sole traveler, soft at first appearance accompanied by an underlying tension. "Whheshooh", golden strands of hair settled around her nose, and, like a nervous twitch, pulled it behind her ear. She ran her fingers along the ruff denim surface of her blue jeans nervously, her eyes darted. As she reached the corner of Swing Set Rd. and Mississippi Lane she turned silently on her toes and, letting out a sigh of relief, continued down the street. She looked like the angel of death going to claim an unlucky soul, in her black hooded jacket and dark jeans. A Double Bubble wrapper was lifted by the wind and tumbled down the street. It sounded like footsteps.The anonymous stranger wore a conflicted and nervous expression, she clutched her handbag. Stopping at an older brick building, compared to the new suburban area, she looked to the left and craned her neck to the right to see around the next curve in the road. A small bird in the bushes let out a soft chirp. As she walked up the driveway the bird fluttered in the brush frantically. She stumbled, startled, for she was already about to leap out of her own skin with anxiety. Scraping her knee on the driveway, a small pool of blood formed on the pavement. Quickly she looked at her wound, then approached the house. All of the lights were off in the house and the only noises to be heard were that of clanking wind chimes and and creaky old rockers that swayed in the wind. She raised her fist as if she was about to knock on the door of the home of an old friend, but she stopped and tightened her fist. Gripping her handbag with iron clad she knelt to the ground and lifted a potted fern. She knew the spare key could be found there. Quietly this nervous stranger slid the key into the lock and turned it. One single click unlocked the old, dark green door marked four hundred and two. She crept in the old home. The familiar smell of fried chicken and leather bound books made her cringe for a moment, but she kept walking. Slipping off her sandals she padded silently down the main corridor, strategically dodging creaky or loose floorboards. At the end of the hall she paused in front of the final door. Releasing long shaky breathes she opened the flap to her handbag and held something inside. She opened the door slowly and slipped in through a narrow opening so she wouldn't make much noise. Standing there at the foot of the queen sized mahogany bed this conflicted woman pulled a nine millimeter handgun from her bag. Holding it at arms length, she covered her eyes with the other hand. A shot was fired.
 * Stranger at Dark**

I walked the hills that stretched from plain to plain Until on day among the clouds i saw to my dismay The silver lining Beckoning my ever-wondering heart I closed my eyes and readied For my earthly homes depart The light that shown so bright ahead Pierced my mortal eye But from that blind i came to see A world awaiting me Though not of earth But of my true home Among my family The streets of gold The sea of diamonds A world without sin The Silver Lining
 * The Silver Lining**

I want to be in awe To sit and marvel at one thing For a lifetime I swear there have been Hundreds of nights When I know i could Have laid under the stars Never to never seeing the same thing twice Never to move But to sit and stare Like a statue of broken worldly barriers And yet the barricade of the good news Intact For not one can coincide with another And the people would pass, And say one to another How crazy But a fleeting hope races through their minds, their desperate cries for Happiness aren't crazy Or impossible. you just have to know Or at least trust That if you don't take that chance Not a day will pass with full Heart
 * Happiness and Marvel**