The HeroA thin hand shook him fiercely by the shoulder. Sleep dropped away as his blanket was torn from him and the high, panicked voice pierced into his ears. “Prince Phillip! Awaken at once! It's the princess! You must awaken! Prince Phillip!” His eyes...
Part OneWynn woke up to the sound of Clair De Lune resonating all throughout the big, empty house. It wound its lonely way up the stairs, through every hallway, until it came to rest gently in her ears, in her mind. Each note rang clear and clean like th...
Welcome to the masquerade, the gowns crafted and handmade, with not a thread in sight frayed, the beautiful on paradeDon your chosen ornate mask, in the revelers, come bask, drink from the gold-laden cask, but for truth, don't you dare askAll of this is p...
They said there would be snow for Christmas, but it just kept on raining forming a veil of tears for the virgin birth, as I see that Fir or Pine tree standing there representing a vision of Paradise. Looking like a vision of angel fire in its lights and t...
Looking out and seeing that moonlight reflecting on the bay, as I sit here in the heat and humidity of a late spring night, and hearing the fans working at trying to move that heated, heavy air. Except for the sounds of the fans, one can almost hear thems...
I have so much love for the arts and anything creative. It just sets my heart on fire, and that's why I'm always trying out different things here and there.I was trying to do a little bit of writing. I get my inspiration mostly from my friend Anthony Chan...
There is a storm building high up in the mountains and the passes and hearing the thunder rolling down and seeing the lightning split the night, and being here in that deepest hole of both the night and of the new day. Lying here tossing and turning as th...
It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, and Sherry was slumped in a chair in the sitting room of her small cottage, lit only by the embers of the dying fire. She was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn't...
Passing the University in the dark light of the October sun, and hearing the combined sound of the steel drum corps and the band’s drum line, coming from the stadium, and seeming to make muted counterpoints like a soundtrack to all that’s happened. As I r...
Yes, son. That was an Elk.Hunting season was always a big deal. We took hunters from all over, and these guided hunts were pretty much off-limits to youngsters wanting to tag-along. However, kind of late in the season, a special hunt for elk by some hunte...
Staring at my own reflection The face revealed is dead inside Eyes have become cold and shallow The spirit that lived there has died I've let you do this to me There’s no one to blame but myself Believing in what should be love I put my own life on a shel...
Chapter 1 June 5, 2011 I really hate interviews. Putting yourself out for rejection is one of the most nerve-wracking things that you could do. I really thought that I had the interview in the bag before I got there—I nailed the first two rounds of interv...
The things left unsaid, love that goes unshared, a soul that isn’t unbared, beautiful thoughts unspokenThe fear of being misunderstood, or the crushing pain of rejection, of causing some form of tension, or not finding the wordsThis just isn’t the time,yo...
Chapter 22 search for LowennaRique had seen Lowenna crash and was running through the streets. Grilk was just behind her while carrying all the bags and weapons. It had only been by chance she had looked up and seen the flying woman, which she had just kn...
My name is Sharon Hazel. I am 25 years old, a student of fashion design at Tameside College. I am five feet two inches, and whilst I am no glamorous model I do consider myself to be at least halfway attractive. I enjoy rhythm and blues music, and once a w...
