PrussianFox

 Christian awoke to the sun streaming in through the white curtains in his bedroom. The entire room was lit up with the sun's rays, from the cream-colored sofa in one corner to the oak wardrobe on the opposite side of the room. Twin chairs accompanied the sofa on either side, with a low, elliptical glass table placed in the center of the arrangement. The light glanced off the table, creating a prism of multicolored light on one of the chairs. Between the seating area and the wardrobe were double doors, leading out to a balcony overlooking the sea. The bed in the center of the room was awash with light, and had someone entered the room now the

 Lester hurried up the metal stairwell. As his shoes pounded each step, a loud reverberation bounced throughout the giant echo chamber. How could he have been so stupid? It would be completely obvious to a child. Simple, even. He had been blind to miss all the clues. If the thief got away this time, he was the only one to blame. But she was still here. She must be. This couldn't be all for nothing. Clang! Clang! The sounds penetrated the entire room. The only other noise Lester could hear was the sound of his labored breathing. "Damn it!" He thought. "Why did it have to be the fortieth floor! And when the elevators were all taken down f

It's time. I kneel down, my body a spring on a hairpin trigger. The red of the track floods my mind. I inhale, the scent of the field rushing into my lungs. Bang. I leap up, darting ahead in the early stretch. There it is. First hurdle. Jump. Good. Keep running. Keep moving ahead. Have to win this. Hurdle. Jump. Good. 300 meters. I pump my legs, urging them onward. I hurry past a speck of yellow on my left. Ahead, a hurdle. Jump. That was close. Another hurdle. Jump. Close again. Doesn't matter. I've got this. 200 meters. My arms are pistons pushing my unwilling body forward. I don't think my legs are lifting above the ground. They fe

 Lucianna quietly shut the door of her house and carefully crept toward the street, her wings shimmering in the light of the Luna. A single smoky feather was tied in a necklace around her neck. Everyone was asleep now, and it would bring no good to have anyone wake up. This was something she had to do alone. She silently walked past the rows of tall houses, taking care not to walk too closely to any of them. They were all designed exactly alike, each perfectly suited to sheltering the two adults and two children expected to live underneath their eaves. The grass of their equally well-manicured yards swayed in the night wind. Even though Luc

The night was frigid, a powerful wind urging biting ice crystals down to the frozen ground. Menacing clouds marched across the sky, taking what little was left of the waning moon hostage behind their thick mass. The night was jet black, with the feeble light from the town's windows unable to penetrate the palpable darkness. Secured in the comforting embrace of hearth and home, the townsfolk cloistered themselves away from the harsh night. Against this backdrop of darkness, one could hardly see the troop of shadows that steadily advanced toward the house, or the red, white, and black swastikas emblazoned on their clothes. Approaching with arm

Always it strikes, shadows my downcast eye In ways mortals have tried- and failed- to define The dark, dank prison where I reside, alone: I have nothing else. No more do I own. My choice will bring solitude- of a kind, As despair will cease to trouble my mind. Silently I await what must be mine. For whom else could it come? Next I will dine With those who've cross'd the river in years past, Astride the great ship with a ghostly mast To the brown-gray kingdom of everlast. My complete body is dying of ache. Without any option, the path I take Leads to the bottom of the cold, chill lake.