You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!”

You smile. “It was in Faylea, a small town off the coast of Esir Isle. I had a few casualties, but they have been delt with.”

Behind you is four men, spitting insults and foul profanities, being led out with shackles heavy on their wrists.

The hooded figure nods. “Good, good… Y...

Name: Vox

Scientific Name: Voxus Mortis

Pronunciation: V-Ox

Description: The vox is a Volcanic Fox, and is completely made up of Molten and Hardened Lava. They usually are red and orange, but in some cases and biomes, they can come in Blue and Silver.

The Red and Orange breed goes by the Voxus Rotannis, and the Blue and Silver is the Voxus Azurai.

Location: The Rotannis breed lives in the h...

Ever since I was old enough to remember, my main goal in life was to be normal. Who knew that would be the biggest backfire of the century.

My mother always talked about how I would be this amazing leader. That someday I would be brave and daring, saving lives and being front and center in the spotlight, with the world singing my praises. She wouldnt talk about him much, but my dad was the same ...

We live in a land,

Where the footprints,

Of ghosts linger.

Some fade with time,

But if you look closely,

You can still see.

The divots in the sand,

The crushed leaves of the forest,

The melted snow in the alps,

Even where its warmest.

The stories of old

Tell of the days

Where the footprints

Of ghosts linger

And the remnants

Of their ways remain....

How do I tell a well structured story when life is absolute chaos?

Two weeks ago, an envelope showed up at my door, with only five words gracing the front in looping cursive.

To Kiandra, my warrior.

Inside was a will, signing a mysterious zoo to my name. The Menagerie of Unlikely Creatures. In Ireland.

Yesterday, my son, Wyatt and I flew out to Ireland. We stayed at a small tavern called The...

I’m single, and its all my fault. Today is Valentine’s Day. Most people are happy and in love. Me? Not so much. All because I thought I was amazing. I thought, “I should have a boyfriend by now.” And then I got one. Two months later, I was admitted into a mental asylum for speaking to an imaginary person. The end....

“You’re just a little butterfly.”

His face inches from mine, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes, crazed as a drunken stupor glazed over.

Butterflies. In all of history, butterflies have been regarded as weak and helpless, and nothing but a beautiful thing.

Moths however, were strong and resilient, born of night and were graced with wings of death.

I cracked my knuckles, and a ...

Captains log: 04-28-1427

Captain Maris Thryfer speaking.

I have been absent for twelve days due to pirates. The Nightshade suffered damage from the Crimson Dagger and we lost a good man. Lieutenant Jaxon Starbird will be greatly missed. We managed to dock at the Halauirian Dokks for a week, and were lucky to find a repairman on such short notice. We now left the Dokks and are adrift the Elondry...

Between the green glimmering light of the forest and the dull melancholy brown of the dirt road, a carriage rolled up to Myrtlewood Manor. Out stepped a woman that we must follow, who was by no means a threat. At least that's what she would like you to think. There was nothing striking about her, except a slight contrast between the holiday cheer of her clothes and the defensive fire burning in he...

If someone told me that today would be the day my best friend found out that I was a superhero, I would’ve laughed. I have been so careful to keep my secret identity under wraps, but today called for desperate measures.

My best friend, Walter Jarrenson, was at my house for the third time this week. It was a friday afternoon, and like usual, a knock sounded at the door at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Walter ...