Deerdryad

Before them, her sister stood, stronger than she ever had before, her long white dress and long dark hair whipping in the ocean wind. Her expression was terrible, and anger of such darkness and foreboding that Anna herself was rather frightened, even more so because her soft, silent, sad little sister had never before made such an expression. Their enemies stood clustered together, half crouched, spears and swords held ready for violence, and yet they did not move despite the sneering confidence of their leader. Evidently he was planning to wait their small group out, perhaps to relish in their defeat. She personally did not think they would

At six inches tall, everything is imposing to you. Especially the large, bright red locker before you. Taking a deep breath, you dash inside before the owner of said locker has a chance to slam it shut in your face. You may not like it, but you were the one who chose to attempt this venture, and there is no way you are heading back to your pals to have them laugh in your face over your failure. There is absolutely there is no way you are doing this just for the twenty beads your brother bet that you couldn't do this and make it out alive. No way. Okay, fine. What if you were. No big deal. Twenty beads was big money. Either way, you dash

In a lost kingdom, far away The royal family ruled with unending viciousness Until a little pink princess was born By the often straying mother queen They raised her to be a malicious little girl But her trusted servant prevented such true errs Pretending to be as she was not The boy servant and his mysterious likeness to her Made sure her mask was nigh flawless Poor little pink princess A girl of just fourteen Forced to do as her parents willed The cruelness she displayed before them Was no more than a façade. Then her parents found out her secret The kindness she showed was intolerable They made a pact to rid themselves

Getting shot hadn’t been on his list of things to do today. Not that it was on his list of things to do ever, but it most certainly hadn’t been on his list of things to do today. Not that it had been a particularly good day, what with being ripped off by that sales clerk. Nonetheless, he was very upset with the event that had transpired. Vaguely, he wondered how someone who had been shot in the stomach, and thus must be in insurmountable pain, and was quite possibly bleeding to death was as lucid as he. He supposed it was just his personality. Despite being the youngest, he had always been the quietest and most thoughtful of his

The woman reeled from the sudden shock of the emptiness of her mind. Staggering, she flung both hands out, one grasping the alter behind her, before reaching up to clasp her heart, the other grasping at her head. Her face and form hidden beneath the sweeping, deep blue cloak, the expression of utter shock on her face was imperceptible, but her half-fall was far from it. “Sister” the woman in the red cloak whispered, “what ails you?” The blue-cloaked woman gasped for breath, before answering in a wavering voice. “…the stars have fallen silent. I no longer feel their gentle murmurings haunt the back of my mind. I