The Helix Ion Part 2
**The Helix Ion Part 2** 1 hour previously, Charlotte's concentration was overpowering, even diminishing the cues of her developed senses of smell and hearing. In truth it took the familiar voice of Harvey Goode to break her focus. As he walked...
A Feathered Shadowrunner's Tail - A runner's memory; Feather's Story. (2) Part I
Like how to clean oneself when you're \*wearing\* a messenger bag wrapped over your neck and inbetween your wings, so that it touched the ground when you stood, and hung between you when you flew.
The Memory - Chapter One
The Memory Chapter One Darkness, that's all that surrounded the entire area. He looked up from the old palette on the floor -- He was startled to see someone standing there. He couldn't make out their face, some sort of fox, but he couldn't tell for...
The Gods
Stare into the night and you might see a fight. not between men, but gods, and at the end you might sob. and as one falls to the ground, dead, the other will bow their head. not over relife or joy, bu becuase they changed the boy. lad or lass...
Michael's Hero
**Michael's Hero.** Everyone was quietly sitting in the desks, the teacher smiled, "That was good Susan. Michael, would you please come to the front of the class and read your report please." Watching as the young feline stepped up, she...
Secrets
Whispers in the darkness Slight breathes Cool air Wind breezes Whispers slipping away Lost on deaf ears Secrets Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw
What Am I?
Just a poem I wrote while REALLY bored. One of my first attempts at Poetry, so don't laugh. \*\* What am I? You know me, But it may seem like you don't. You get me, But understand me you do not. I'm far from lost, Though I was never...
Fire and Shadow
**Fire and Shadow** The Fire in your Heart Or the Shadow in your Soul, The choice of which remains unknown. Those who believe in, But can not see, The mind is not a place, For rationality. Reality invades; Fiction begins to...
Time of Day
Another poem. Been writing a lot of these lately. \*\* **For the Time of Day** For the Time of Day I shall give, This heart of mine, Or part of this soul inside. To know that the sun Has yet to rise, Fills me with anguish And desire for...
I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up...
Chapter 54: The Golden Age
Chapter 54: The Golden Age Zaldon had a cold. Even though many months had passed since last summer's fiasco, the strain of the long journey through the northern forest, the mountains, and the meadows beyond (and not to mention all the screwing...