paranormal

Again Gabe looked back at Michael, hoping he was about to step in, but all he did was give him a nod. A nod? Really? I don't need a nod. I need someone to stop this! Gabe thought.

No,_ I said. __ can__ remember doing this.___h,_ Rena made and gestured dramatically. __ou don__ remember it. And that automatically means you didn__ do it?

Day in and day out we learn to train and grow as Guardians. We do as we're told and follow the rules. We all work hard. Now it's our turn to watch some demons tremble in fear! It's our turn to watch the hunters become the hunted. Who's ready to see some fighting? Better yet, who wants to see what our great protector is made of?

Shadows could be anywhere in blackness. (Eric)

Tragedy often gives birth to courage, it offers man a platform to change what will be."Eli Storm, Emanuel Stone And The Phoenix Shadow

It__ a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn__ keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn__ sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.

You scared the crap out of me,_ I shove his bare chest with a growl. __asthat you at the front door?___a think?_ He fires back with a raise of his eyebrows, taking hold of my armagain, as he practically drags me back toward the front entry.__id it occur to you to say something?_ I shoot back with a scowl. __ thoughtyou were some kind of psychopath._ My frown deepens, as I consider whether he might in fact be a psychopath.

And in the absence of even a hint of an exchange, Joaquin spun around and lunged at Ross, grabbed him by the throat, and knocked him down. With dry, brittle leaves and debris suddenly thrust upward, the two were covered in a dark, hazy hell as they pursued a violent struggle for what seemed like an eternity. As he gained his footing, Ross shot back with a punch to Joaquin__ head followed by several body punches. Joaquin stumbled backward and fell giving Ross those precious, few seconds required for escape.

She reached behind her back and pulled out slender, black nunchucks and simply invited them to come get her. Their eyes could barely follow the chucks as they circled around her shoulders and torso slapping back and forth, and up and under, while she remained focused and composed with her eastern, tomboy flair.

Upon reaching the preserve, everyone knew that the explanation of this incident was dreadfully imminent. With parents already on edge, the looming task of crafting a story out of thin air was one that was not only sickening, but would place a larger wedge between father and son.

The Dark Stranger nodded in agreement knowing the time had come for the boys to know more, but it would not be tonight. He grabbed Kinsu__ arm, nodded again, and then ran off into the night. With Chase and Rhee standing behind Kinsu, whose hair was briefly whipped from the air flying from the Dark Stranger__ cape, they understood that they were all alone. They had no clues to a dramatic puzzle which had simply been forced upon them. __nbelievable,_ said Kinsu. And they all walked away feeling somber, drained, and still wondering, who was that girl?

I was seven," she answered. "In my room, under the bed, I heard something like fingernails dragging across the floor. I got up the courage, hung my head over the side, and looked under.""You're never supposed to do that," Mila gasped. "Seriously, don't you pay attention to the horror movies?

Blake gave Selena a nudge "Remember what I taught you, itsy-bitsy-babe

The shadowy edge between normal and paranormal is more than ILLUSORY...

If something unusual is what you really see and really feel, and if that__ what does happen to you in your real life, how is THAT called FICTION? One simple reason... that it__ the only way the society would agree to call it __ormal,_ based on the current level of development of their mentality.

I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret."-Clare Harding.