Joyfeather

“Where are you guys taking me? What’s so damn important that you had to drag me out into the middle of the fucking jungle?” A sharp hiss from behind silenced him as the group of five traveled onward through the thick jungle. Their group consisted of three young men and two young girls, all between the age of fifteen and sixteen. At the head of the group was a petit blond, her hands pushing past branches and her soft blue eyes full of hope, but yet, worry as she glanced back at the boy who had spoken. Maybe they shouldn’t have brought him here. What if he wasn’t truly the one? Could their precious big sister risk

Blood seeps from the wound in my chest, the arrow still protruding. People emerge from their tents after hearing the shrill cry that escaped from my sister’s lungs. Ranger kneeled down beside me, gripping the arrow firmly within his hands and with one swift movement it is yanked from my chest. I hold back a scream, knowing it would only waste the little breath I had left. Ros’s blonde hair fell past her narrow shoulders as she struggled to put a stop to the escaping blood. I struggle to breathe but find it difficult. I hear someone scream out the words ‘dad’ and I look up to see my own aqua blue eyes reflected in the t

Story inspired by the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by the rock band Green Day. ** Some lines are used in the story!** He walked the path on his own. It was a lonely road, cold and dark. What little moonlight crept through the clouds provided his only companion, his dark shadow. He did not know where he was going, all he knew was he walked alone. He never turned back, never once hesitated on a step. He would never turn back. Whenever his face emerged in his mind, he forced it away. He could not get to him anymore. He never had faith in him, smashing his hopes and dreams like an unwanted piece of paper. He let out a choked laugh as he remem