Iris-Steth

Name: Leto Myers Clothing: blue jeans and brown hoody (so as to blend in with crowds) Gesture: nail biting Catch phrase: 'um' Sent: blends in with surroundings Possession: small pad of paper and a pencil First memory: being at the top of a Ferris wheel and freaking out. Happiest memory: 5th birthday where she got a white terrier puppy she named icy Most painful memory: her mom's death in second grade Last thoughts: I'm sorry. personality disorder(if any): she grew up with her dad and older brother so is a tom boy at heart, yet since she's gotten older, and has had a lack of a female figure in her life, she tends to reach out to girl

A new dress shirt bought with savings, And Black pants worn to impress. One job available, With twenty-three people applying. The brain numbing interview stopped short, He says more experience is needed, But he means I’m not good enough. Just once I wish they’d tell me why, So I could improve. It has always been this way, I will never meet their standards. Years, I’ve spent trying, Unable to improve.

Ancient Cracked and crumbled moss covered stones, Laid one by one eons ago. For what purpose? Unknown. Happily Endly ever. Pain is numbed, Fear is ceased, Smile, For death approaches. Goodbye Momma called. Grandma’s sick. Running a fever, And chocking on spit. She’s waiting on the doctor, And holding her hand, “Everything’s ok,” But I know it’s the end. “Put grandma on the phone,” “Honey I don’t think so..” “Grandma” I yell, “I love you!” So I am left with the dial tone. (please help me with ending)

Sometimes something simple like doubt can kill. Hesitation hiders’, Consideration chains, Governments gather individuals whom are a breed all there own. They do not hesitate, They do not doubt, They do not consider, They act.

Silence isn’t really silent. I’ve experienced silence so this I know. Silence is sitting, In the middle of no where, Surrounded by water, On a dock, With only a lone house behind you, And everything, And I mean everything, is dark. The sky stretches on forever, And the stars start to cry, If even but a moment, Those stars simply streak on by. Silence is the wind, Playing its song, Through the marshy grasses, While water washes, to a beat all its own. Chirps, whirrs, and humms, From the sea worthy bugs Drown out the creaks From where the people sleep. Silence isn’t silent, Silence is soothing memories,

Tired tapping of rain touches down upon the tattered town, While whispers of wind mention memories of long ago. Mist morphs to tell the tail, As silky silence begins to serenade the night sky.

Chapter 3: On the run     As the floorboards creaked under Tanks weight Iris began to panic. It took a lot out of her to just stay quiet and still. She was invisible so unless this guy had sunglasses on he wouldn’t see her.. right?     Somehow that conclusion wasn’t as comforting as it used to be. Iris silently cursed that man, wasn’t he the one who kept her from running? Then why did he let them in? She’d trusted him and he betrayed her! She couldn’t believe she’d even trusted him for a second.      Shaking her head frantically she pushed the matter out of her mind and focus on what to do now. If he found

Chapter 2: It’s 4 AM do you know where your gang be?        Finally getting down to the first floor she’d make her way into the front of the hotel and approached the desk to check out. Handing in her keys and give him the money she waited for some of her money back. But the clerk did nothing of the sort he just looked past her as if she wasn’t there.        “Yo bud you owe me ten bucks cough up,” Iris would say sounding and feeling ticked off at this point.        “No I don’t,” the clerk would say with a thick Hispanic accent. He’d tense up apparently worried that she’d hit him or someth

Chapter 1: Good-Morning        The hellish memories fueled by nightmarish dreams leads to the end of every night, and this evening is no acceptation. A distorted picture viewed through the eyes of a youth bubbles through the blockades within the mind of the young teenage consciousness revealing itself yet again. This memory, so familiar yet so old to the receiver, depicts two lifeless bodies hanging feet off the ground, smiles on their faces. Normally the dream ends here, but tonight it processed farther. A door is soon broken down. Screams are heard as hands descend from the darkness.. Iris jolted up from her sleeping bag and grabbed her