Ballerina Stories

Strong heart is beating in a harmony,Each movement set angelically with pride.  So subtle that it matches musically,To center stage exquisite form does glideOn pointe, on tiptoe, swaying with the tuneThe wind caresses, gently singing free.So calm her soul, like summer days in JuneBut every step is like a storm tossed seaBehind sweet lips and eyes, typhoons may hide,With calmness and with prideful dancing eyes,The chaos an...

The soldier walked along the road in confusion. Carrying his rifle in ready position, he scanned the area as he walked as if he were the point man and his platoon was walking behind him. However, he was alone; there was no platoon following him. With a fogged mind he walked. His combat gear a heavy burden, but he continued walking, walking to somewhere he didn't know. He didn't remember his name or where he had been or wh...

The plane had only been off the ground for about fifteen minutes when it hit turbulence. He was shaking; his white knuckled-hands gripped the arm rest, and his stomach tightened as he resisted the urge to vomit. It was only his second time flying. The first time was on his way to Novus Angelus--the place he was now leaving--and that trip didn't go too well. At least he managed to grab an aisle seat--just in case. "First t...