I ran through the swift grass covered with light dew.As I ran,I still coulden't get over the fact that I had killed my own brother.Now there was only one way to survive-find the Alcorise.It is the machine that can send you to a random past.It wasen't anything that can be counted on,but it was my only hope.Oh yes,I forgot to tell you what happened.Whoever reads this must be the one wh...

In the dark of night, a howl broke through the sacred silence. Michael Henderson tightened his grip on the rifle. He didn’t know if the silver plated bullets would work, but he was ready regardless. He would shoot the beast and if that didn’t work he would set it aflame and scatter its ashes. It had been more then a year, snits he had come home to find Margaret and Marcus...

Ooops ---- FREE Chicken Here! The day was perfect, bright, sunny, gusty an apropos for an outing which I must say ended up in a dilemma of being slaughtered like a chicken or a hallucinating like a rooster to be alive after a close rooster fight. This story of mine is called "chickens are cooked for FREE". As the name indicated it's an ante of an near miss or I must say ...

Does being optimistic mean you're naive? If you believe so does that make you a pessimist or a realist? If you're a realist can you have dreams? If not, does that make you hopeless? Or if you can have dreams does that make you foolish? By being foolish are you as a child? As a child are you naive? If you're naive are you forever optimistic? - By asking all these questions.... what am I? The whole ...

It was a strange world she was in. A world imbued with the strangest hues and flora of the strangest design. Yet there was a strange sense of familiarity about it. The tree under which she sat and pondered about this world's intricacies was short and stout. It had the most slender of branches, branches that could almost be passed off as leaves. Set upon these branches were scores of thick pointed ...

“Come… Come… Come to me…!” The voice sound more urgent now, as though it knew something had happened, that this was it’s chance. Taking a deep breath she entered the room cautiously, she found her self shrouded in darkness. The only light coming from the odd silver glint. Why the dark air glittered she couldn’t say. But dreams rarely made much...

Gasping in pain, she sliced the palm of her left hand. Dropping the knife, she curled her fingers into a tight fist. After a moment, she unclenched her hand and stared at the shallow wound. As blood welled she rubbed her finders in it, until both hands where coated. She whipped her hands on her face, and down her neck. She smeared the blood over her chest and bare breasts, stomach, legs, butto...

She stared at her reflection, in the free standing mirror before her. The bodice was a simple design, the underside was a pearl white, while the overlying side and lacing was a pail pink it was almost white. Small pearl beads where sown into the neck line and down the sides of the bodice. The wide flowing skirt draped around her a pool of silken fabric. Fawna her lady’s maid, sta...

I dim my lamp even more, to the point where I cannot see my own hand. I slowly turn the door knob in my shaking hand. I push it forward while my heart beats in my throat. I quietly close the door behind me to prevent anybody who might be wandering about the halls from coming in. I take out the vile from my pocket and place my lamp on the table. I creep towards the bed where Rian is peacefully slee...

I open the door to gaze at my daughter. She is sound asleep, but she is still so beautiful. Her light brown hair is all over her porcelain skin. Her face is so peaceful from a dream that fills her head, but will never remember. So young, so full of innocence, but I must close the door silently now. I whisper, “I love you more than the sun and the moon, Aniella.” Tomorrow is her birthda...