Challenge 15

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Words: Sketch, Crosswalk, Student, Film, Waterfall
==1st Position: Qyphon and Chiron66 (Morgan) both with 5 upvotes==
===Qyphon===
Continued from Challenge 14
"Surwelf," Sydney Ampton said, scowling. She was done with this. If she had to die, today wouldn't be a bad day, as long as she took Surwelf with her. 
"Yes, it's me, daughter of Claksto. I'm here to see that your soul passes to the Neider peacefully. As did your brother's. Come now, let's go."
What is he saying? Claksto? I am the daughter of Emilia and Travis Ampton. And what's Neider? Too many questions, she chided herself, I can't afford to be distracted.
She took out a notebook from her backpack and turned the pages until she reached the intended one. She tore the page in rage and flashed it at Surwelf.
"Look at this, you demon. Do you even recognize him, or have you already forgotten? Tell me!" she screamed.
"I remember him, child, Eric was indeed a brave one, a pity what happened to him. And that is a good sketch you have made, Sydney," he said, his face as calm and expressionless as a mask.
"You killed him...," her voice was cracking and her eyes were brimming with tears.
She stood up and threw her backpack away on an empty crosswalk, "You killed him, and you are concerned about my drawing! I will kill you with my bare hands," she moved forward with murderous rage, afraid of herself.
She ran towards him, but Surwelf just stood there, shaking his head in disapproval. He snapped his fingers, and Sydney froze in her steps, literally. Her body paralyzed and she could not move.
"Look at this world, Sydney, tell me, what has it done for you, except treating you as a burden and throwing you around like garbage," he snarled and swept his hand through the air and the surroundings changed, she was no longer near the Sakura tress but in a metropolis, maybe. Huge buildings passed by and she saw people in suits moving around in a hurry, "Look Sydney, look. Look at these students, leaving school to see films in the mall. Look at their parents in cars and suits, do you really think that any of them care about anything except themselves?"
Her mouth was paralyzed but she didn't have an answer nevertheless.
He swept his hand again, and they were floating over 500m above a waterfall, Niagra Falls, by the looks of it. The mighty waterfall looked almost puny from this height.
"You have a lot to learn, girl. Lots. Till we meet again, but remember, I'm not the worst out there looking for you," Surwelf waved his hand as if to say goodbye and disappeared in the air.
She didn't.
She fell down into the cascade.
===Chiron66 (Morgan)===
Skies are dark and gray
But it's better that way
Film's are black and white
Who needs any light?
Life is like a pencil sketch
No color but you can't look away
No time to say what needs to be said
Some people have hearts like lead
But sometimes life needs to change
Can't walk on only one lane
Cause every road leads to a crosswalk
And you gotta make a choice
And you gotta ignore the white noise
I say left
He says right
Why do we have to fight?
I go my way, you go yours
We all have that choice
And my way led to a waterfall
I can follow the river and leave the road
But where will I really go?
I don't know
But we'll find out in the end
And his way lead to twenty books
And more stuffed away in their nooks
And he read them all and said
This is the way it's got to end
So he followed the plan he read
A student who's now been sent
But sent to where?
He doesn't know
Cause he never looked up to see the river flow
But both ways can lead to life
Or both ends will make us die
We walked on our lines
Now we're in new lives
Lives of color
Lives of sturdy walls
Which is which I wouldn't know
But I'll follow the river where it flows
And he'll follow the road where it goes
==2nd Position: Samirah ara with 4 upvotes==
The underground parking lot was always empty, for it had long since been deserted. The crosswalk that had once been full of running feet hurrying to their next destination now was quiet, and the only mark of its busy past was the old muddy footprints that were scattered across its yellow lines. No cars ever parked here, leaving the hollow rooms to stretch on forever in murky silence. Sounds echoed eerily throughout the forgotten tomb; the irregular dripping of thick water onto the slick cement, a metal sign finally breaking and falling to the ground with a loud empty clang, or the occasional slow footstep of a adventurer there for an unknown reason. Students would sometimes visit to practice their illegal art expressions, and groups would gather to meet and show off how tough they were. Water from a broken rusty pipe streamed silently down the cracked wall like a miniature waterfall, pooling upon the floor in an oily puddle. Graffiti was sprayed carelessly across the walls, the sketched words mutely shouted out slogans and nasty words. The paint covered entire sections of the floor and walls, filming it with faded neon colors.
==3rd Position: BadPoet with 3 upvotes==
Standing on a crosswalk
Thinking what went wrong? 
My life once beautiful 
Now nothing more than trash
A scholar I was
But now just a failure
Got elected always 
As the best student of the year
But now nothing makes sense anymore
My life is a flop film
I don't know how to make it a hit
It's just going down
Like a waterfall
Down not up
It's like a sad sketch
Beautiful but sad
Full of colours 
But everything discoloured
Standing on a crosswalk
Thinking what went wrong? 
Trying to find which turn
Would make it right again
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