Invisible-Breath

    Chapter 1: I Do Something Incredibly Stupid    Mornings, god I hate mornings. They're evil son's of bitches. But that didn't make me forget that I had things to do and that was why I was getting up on the evil mornings in question. Grumbling and drinking my coffee I pulled on my boots and made sure my cap was firmly in place, I walked out of the front door as Dare laughed it up about how I was way grumpier than I normally was in the morning. Of course I am. Who isn't grumpy in the morning?    Normally I would stay in the garage all day. Let music drown the world out and focus soley on what was in front of me. What I was creating. But, a

Death cannot be stopped, and I know this. Death is something that happens to everyone eventually. Death is something that is that I do not fear. Because how can I fear something that I do not know about? I don't fear death, because even if I was afraid of it, one day I'm going to have to face it whether I fear it or not. But seeing my friend, lying dead, on the sand. His lips turning blue from being cold, eyes closed, and silver hair fanned out behind his head. Dead. I suppose... I lost it a little.    "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!" I screamed, when the boys brought Watt out of the water. Sly had already come out and told me something was wro

    Putting my head phones on, I pressed the 'shuffle' button. Waiting a second for the damn thing to register what I was doing (I'm just kidding, I love the thing. It actually runs pretty well, too). A song came on, and I didn't recognize it until I heard the vocals. "How the hell does he keep guessing my passwords?!" I growled, "Sly! When is he going to get it through his skull that I'm not a fan of Taylor Swift!" The lyrics went played through the headphones, and it wasn't a song that I recognized. But really started to speak to me. I don't think that passenger Has ever looked this good to me    I hate that I have to sit in the passenge

    "Hey, Lark!" Watt yelled as I walked through the door carrying the groceries for the week. "Did you get what I asked you to?" Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the small cloth bag of cherries I had gotten at the market. "Great!" He smiled and running towards the the laundry chute he stuck his head up and yelled, "Guys! Lark got the the cherries!"    Not two seconds later did I hear four pairs of feet pounding down the steps. "He got them?" Sly slid into the kitchen, crashing into the oppisite wall. Dirk tumbled in a second later, ducking through the door frame, "Oh yeah! I'm totally going to win!" RIP (who I did not expect to see come runnin