200+ viewsnow to work on getting more comments on my stuffs...
"Encounter in a Storm"“Look, look! There goes another!” Two small children sat huddled in the branches of a silver maple, their eyes scanning the horizon. Dark clouds roiled over the forest that lay to their South. Arcs of lightning struck down from the sky, lighting up the children’s faces and sending chills down their spines. “Maybe we should go back inside. Isn’t it dangerous to be up high during a thunderstorm?” The girl, who appeared to be the younger of the two, clung tightly to one of the tree’s branches and eyed the oncoming storm fearfully. &n"Encounter in a Storm"
"Ilya on Guitar" EpilogueEpilogue"Ilya on Guitar" Epilogue
It was noon when Ilya rode into Rael City, the still-glowing guitar of the Nightingale wrapped in a sheet and tied securely behind his own. A few questions here and there led him to the lobby of Kievan Records. Located on the 33rd floor of Temperance Building, Kievan Records was headed by Vladimir Fairsun, former lead guitarist of the infamous band Marushka. He had just sat down to lunch when the call came in from his secretary. "Some kid's here to see you, Vlad. Says he's a guitarist." The voice rang clearly through the large office. Vladimir swallo
Zeal
--
and I don't want to be part of your world
and I don't want to see the things you see
can't you understand how I feel?
can't you let me be?
--
Another day, another bloody corpse in my closet...aren't I sweet?
Previous PageNext Page