Firelung06

Each morn, droves of our kind are herded like cattle Into gargantuan, forbidding concrete structures, Into the swarming corridors that will determine their fate, Into dim artificial light, poorly circulated air, and the scent of decay. Such is our existence. The foulest of all creatures roams these halls Haunting our steps Stalking our shadows Waiting for his moment to pounce "I think we lost him" Thus are the last words of our first companion to be lost, His name forever recorded in the creature's heinous device. The Broken file into the rooms, Hopeless, resigned to their fate. Allowing their malevolent masters mold their minds

Hailee huddled in the cramped darkness of the closet, pulling her knees up to her chest and desperately trying to blink back the tears prickling at the back of her eyes.  If she started crying again, the bad men would know and come and hit her again.  They would beat on the door and yell for her to be quiet and call her things like worthless trash and idiot lowlife or worse.  Sometimes they would call her mommy bad names that made her ears ache until she covered them with her hands to shut them out.  Once, one of them had even mentioned her daddy.  She'd never met her daddy; he'd died when she was very little.  They told her that her mommy di

/I love the way our minds work together/, Drake reflected as Jinx stretched our on the couch, allowing him to settle comfortable over her.  He kissed her again, sliding his hands down her rib cage as hers went up under his shirt, and tried to remember the last time they had actually had some alone time.  He couldn't.  /Too long.  Mental note: learn t tell Hailee "no" more often./          Jinx bit gently on his bottom lip, wanting him to open for her.  With a teasing smile, he pulled his lips away from hers to kiss down her jaw line to her neck, where he nibbled lightly at the place where her neck and shoulder met.  Suddenly, a loud grumble

V is for Vengeance Arienis castle sat in ruins, its crumbling walls and scorched stone glowing red in the bloody light of the setting sun, as torn and dirty banners stirred limply in the cold wind.  Bodies, human, elf, and scour, lay strewn among the rubble in a horrific tribute to hate and the pain it caused.  Certainly, anyone who had been in the castle had been slain.  Drawn by the scent of the rotting cadavers, carrion crows circled in the air above and swarmed over the remains, all nagging and swearing as they fought for their turn.  Eventually, the sound of gravel crunching under heavy hooves sent the birds into a flurry of scattering

Rowena groaned.  /Consciousness/, she promptly decided, /is overrated./ Her head throbbed painfully and she was sure her it was about to explode and splatter all over the walls.  Her chest hurt, and it was hard to breathe.  Wincing, she tried to curl herself into a protective ball, only to find she couldn't move her arms or legs.  As she moved a bit more, and discovered her wrists, ankles, and wings had been bound.  She pulled on one of the bindings around her wrist, and the cold metal of shackles pressed against her skin.  Whatever she was lying on was cold and hard against her leathery wings crushed to her back. "So, you are awake.  Good.

I stared at Bo from across the narrow library table, about ready to fall out of my chair with shock at her suggestion.  Surely she wasn't serious?  It wasn't right. It wasn't smart. It wasn't fair to her.   It was tempting. "No," I heard myself say, "We're assigned partners.  We're supposed to split the work fifty-fifty." The corners of her mouth turned down with irritation.  "Just let me do it.  All you have to do is sit there and look pretty.  I can handle the rest." My jaw hit the pencil marked surface of the table.  This chick was nuts.  the biggest assignment of our high school career, for which we were given just under a month and a

Slender fingers walked their way up his back and along his spine, slowly spreading into a hand that kneaded his shoulder gently.  The man made a soft noise in his half sleep and smiled, lifting his hand to cover hers.  Snuggling into his back, she slipped her arms around his waist, pulling herself up along his back to kiss his neck softly.  More awake now, he ran his hands over her arms and, grinning widely, rolled onto his back, pinning her beneath him. "Jiala'in!" she cried, laughing, "get off!"  She wiggled and squirmed beneath him in a vain attempt to free herself. "Mmm…" he moaned, still feigning sleep, "such a noisy mattress.  I need

"This game doesn't look so hard," Killian comments as he peers over my shoulder to watch my little brother throw his ball down the slick alley of the bowling lane.  The swirled, metallic blue ball veers right half way down and only knocks over six pins.  It's the state finals for the youth Bowling League, and poor Alex isn't doing so hot. "It's harder then you'd think," I answer as quietly as I possibly can in the thundering building.  Talking to the spot f thin air hovering over my shoulder would probably draw stares.  I'm actually sort of grateful that I'm the only person who can see my characters when they do this, seeing as how Killian-

I bear the mark of the Reaper This hole he has placed in my skin It brings me no pain, nor fills me with woe But it ties me to him all the same I bear the mark of the Reaper, His boney hands stern and firm His features stoic in the shadows of the cowl His heart as still as the grave I bear the mark of the Reaper A small thing, at the back of my mind, But with me always Like death