Homecoming
As Damas walked into his den, all he could think about was his bed. He had spent the last few days finishing up months of research, and the last nine hours of flight had yielded no luck in getting closure. He searched for answers to questions he had,...
Homecoming
The state highway wove gently through miles and miles of incredible foliage, even for so late in the year. Many trees had lost leaves, but not all, and many of the leaves - yellow, gold, brown, red, purple, orange - were piled up in huge heaps along...
Homecoming
**homecoming** - chapter 13 in the chronicles of the dragonrider warboss grognark yawned mightily as he stepped from his hut, blinking against the noonday sunlight. he'd slept in, all right. well, why shouldn't he? he had a tough job.
Homecoming
Den walked through the bustling crowds of High Charity, passing through crowds of the many varied species that formed the Covenant. He stood tall and proud amongst the bustling crowds of methane wheezing Unggoy, and strong and commanding amongst the...
Homecoming
A/N: Alright. Just to start this, I would like to thank all the readers of this story. When I first started writing it, it was purely out of boredom, and then it grew on me, much like it most likely grew on you. Now now, I'm not putting this in this...
Homecoming
Something I wrote for my Dragon for our anniversary. \<3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rattling of armor was heard through the forest, creatures running to hide from what they presumed to be a threat. His heavy footsteps mixed with...
Homecoming
Anews probably planned on staying out late, enjoying a last homecoming party with his friends. and he hated to come home to the dark.
Homecoming
It was an ordinary winter night. The sun had set an hour ago, and snowflakes were pouring down slowly to the ground. The air was tranquil without even the slightest gust of wind present. Footsteps crunched the snow, accompanied by the rhythmic,...
Homecoming
It was an ordinary winter night. The sun had set an hour ago, and snowflakes were pouring down slowly to the ground. The air was tranquil without even the slightest gust of wind present. Footsteps crunched the snow, accompanied by the rhythmic,...
Homecoming
I didn't know how much I missed home until I saw it. My adulthood has been spent in the city. Giant spires of glass and steel reflecting and re-reflecting the sun. Heat clawing its way up from asphalt. The constant drumming noise; of people, of cars,...
Homecoming
Thunder rumbled through the early morning sky as Mug stood on the deck of the Watcher. The rain soaking his face and clothes. Every icy drop sent a surge of shivers through his body. He had been standing out in the rain for only a few moments. He...
Homecoming
I walked down the dirt road, my eyes carefully checking the narrow alleys and avoiding the starving kids that would try to get some of my money. The bazaar had never been one of the better parts of Nueva Corinto, the ridiculous laws forbidding every...