A Child On Fire

Prompt: "A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."   I woke up in a cold, snowy world. A world where people looked down on me like I was the same with the dirt. Actually, to them, I am worse than dirt. At least dirt grows crops. The... Continue Reading →

Dancing In The Light

Raise from the dead and dance in the light. For the night did not steal you away. You are still here and you are still breathing. No matter how dark the night got, you are still here. So jump up and dance. Dance in the light. Do not be afraid of death's shadow. For you... Continue Reading →

Garden Base M2-4 Part 2

Garden Base M2-4 Part 1   Max stood there not knowing what to say. None of this made any sense to him. "What do you mean, Angel?" He asked. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about hidden files I found while connected to the base. I've been exploring. Discovering. I found things that your... Continue Reading →

The Lost Girl

Prompt: "You are a god! Well, a semi-god with your own pocket dimension. 4 times a year you teleport all the lost and abandoned animals in the world to your utopia. Today you somehow summoned a human child."   Four times a year I come to the Earth and collect the things that are lost and... Continue Reading →

Midsummer Memories

School it out and it's time to play. Learning a whole new type of way. No homework, quizzes, or presentations in school. Just tested by our peers with the same ridicule. The school year is over and we're done with Prom Kings. We've moved on to the summer and new gatherings. The parties are hot... Continue Reading →

Garden Base M2-4

This is based on a short story that I wrote in college. I have read over and made some changes and updates to it since I wrote it over three years ago. Also this will broken up into two parts. If you liked this story and think I should update and publish old stuff I... Continue Reading →

The Things We Run From

Battle In The Streets of Bishop Part 2   The room was dark and smelled of mold and mildew. Sigthyme felt the cold, stone floor underneath him. He sat on the stone holding his viola across his lap. He felt the strings underneath his fingertips. "You need to spend less time teaching him music and... Continue Reading →

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