forest_ofthe_nightingale

"And make sure it's super-fine white! None of this whole-wheat crap! I won't be patient! Go, fool!" The gryphon raged. John frowned, rooted to the ground. "No." He hissed back.

Had anyone else been there, they would have been inclined to agree.

Sleep found me quickly, a single blessing amist the darkness of the moonless night. I drift among the stars, oblivious to Jason and even to Denise. They cannot enter the ...

I am screaming, but I cannot remember why. I feel no pain, no anguish. My eyes are fused shut, unopenable (or so I thought). There is something haunting me, preventing ...

My eyes blur when something hits my head, freeing my mane from the entanglement of the branches. Pain leaves me. I float, peacefully, through the air, though my mind still ...

I shake my head, trying to awaken myself from this nightmare, but to no avail. A burning sensation screams up my side and I realize that this is no dream. ...

Wisps of wind pull at my hair and threads of heat flit about my toes. I curl up on the rocking chair near the steps, barely hearing my father and ...

1:07. I am still waiting, sitting on my bed. I have pulled my knees up to my chest and I am hugging them, trying not to cry. Has he forgotten ...

My eyes are bulging, begging me for air, but I can't move. I am staring at the child, the little one that had seemingly escaped our fall. His arm is ...

Joseph Becker marched silently alongside his comrades, sheltered by the darkness of the tree canopy. His thoughts were strung together, a tangled web the wind had knotted so well. The ...