kayochan

 There are many misconceptions about skin walkers. Honestly, we are usually like humans and blend into the community. Primarily, our only real difference is that we have a longer life span than a human. Skin walkers can be born as any creature, some human, some wolves, some cats and so on. When you are young, eventually you start to develop your abilities. It can be hard to control, some skin walkers are impaired and can only morph into a couple forms, this would be your typical werewolf. When I was young, I would morph randomly. It often corresponded with one's emotions. When I was sad I would often switch forms at random, when I was mad oft

 I remember The Anderson School vividly. I was only there for a year and a half, all of fourth grade and part of fifth. I had excellent teachers. The friends I had there were probably the most obnoxious though. They were always trying to be perfect. Perfection was all the mattered. Perfection in beauty. Perfection in academics. Perfection in style. Perfection in athletics. Perfection in art. Perfection.  I rapidly grew sick of the perfection. One can only take so many disgusted stares when I made a mistake or laughs when you missed the goal in soccer. The longer I stayed there the more I despised it. This one girl sticks out in my memory, H

 Childhood was so simple. That's the only thought that crosses my mind as I drop my dress to the dirt, soaring into the clear cerulean sky. The surprised caterwauls of the people below tells me we'll be relocated again soon. Like I could care. I flap my wings, pushing myself higher into the windy abyss. Of course it didn't matter, I would make new friends. Friends were temporary, I knew better than to buy into the lie of forever. I glided with the air currents. Time had frozen to me, all that existed was this feathered me and the sky. Eventually I had to come down. When I did, it wasn't pretty. How birds landed was still something I would n

Seeing things in black and white you might as well be blind for everyone sees in colour or multiple shades of grey

A grain of salt, dropped into a glass of water The salt dissolves and is forgotten but the water is forever tainted

A pareidolia forms before my sight their saccharine smirks and barren eyes painted onto the masks of my nightmares All the fears that used to disperse Now broken into my structure

It was misplaced sometime ago It happens to everyone, needless to say But maybe you couple help me search for it Along the way, we could grow to be friends Who knows When we find it We could fall in love

 A spectral silhouette slowly made it way towards a tenebrous building. It was painted red, which in the dim lighting it looked much more indistinct. If one was to walk up to the edifice they would see it needed a bit of negligible repairs. The red paint had lost its luster, and was chipping in multiple places. The garden in front was overrun by weeds which had asphyxiated all the flowers and only the withered corpses remained. The individual leisurely walked up to the building, it was not trying to expedite it's situation. It extended a pallid hand, it was clearly one of a males. It shook the door, seeming to be testing to see if it was l