Black Goblins:

Living mostly in the Forest of Sevil, occasionally roaming about, the Black Goblins are known for their feisty, stubborn attitudes. While small creatures, to say the least, their sharp teeth afflict a painful bite on anyone who might agitate them. These creatures, although capable of speaking, rarely ever use their voices and if a person might make a Black Goblin respond verbally t...

Ammer Hightower, a thirteen-year-old boy in the pleasant town of Epoh, uncovers a staggering secret which sends him and his family on a perilous journey to the Formless One’s fortress. Along with a close friend, the Hightowers seek to free a captured soul and defeat a dark lord. Jealous rivalry, forests of mystery, the death and awakening of a distant hope, and heartbreaking betrayal infuse the pa...

"Your words have wounded me deeply, but your silence hurts even more." Cree falls on his knees before the Creator, his shaggy head bowed low.

"My silence was for your benefit, Child."

"My benefit?" Cree lifts his head, a fiery glare in his ocean eyes. "I needed to know what to do. You wouldn't answer me, and I made the wrong decision. How could that possibly be for my benefit?"

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"Why?"

The question floats in the air like a balloon about to pop. I can feel my heart contract beneath my rib cage. _Thump. Thump. Thump. _

_ _ "I'm sorry." Those are the only two words I can bring myself to say.

"Oh, shut up." The girl standing before me waves a hand in my face. "Your apology means nothing to me. I want an explanation. Tell me why you did this to me." Her voice ca...

Ammer and Mae sat unmoving, the twinkling stars above them brightening the night sky.

"I wish I could visit the stars." Mae's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Ammer turned to her, only then noticing how beautiful she appeared in the starlight. The golden light of the moon washed over her face, turning her eyes to pools of liquid gold.

"You look like a star." The words left his ...

The whithered scrap of paper lay still in Ammer's limp hands. _Answers. _That is what he wanted.

A breath away from despair, he glanced down at the aged parchment in his grasp once more. _Still blank. _Desperate, Ammer brought the parchment close enough to his eyes so that it brushed the tip of his nose. He could not find the slightest mark of ink anywhere. In a rage, Ammer groaned, crumplin...

The legendary adventures of Cree Hightower are ones that shall be told in Aniral for centuries. His epic defeat of the Formless One pales in comparison to his final victory over the Destroyer himself. Legend has it that the Final Battle would not have been won if not for Cree's heroic sacrifice. His life, for the healing of the world seemed a fair trade in his selfless eyes....

"Look, I didn't ask to be picked. None of us did." Sarah's nostrils were flaring, her usually pale cheeks painted bright red.

"I know." Anmer's voice quivered as he spoke. He understood what she meant. None of them had chosen to be a part of this battle.

"I won't do it. I refuse to be a pawn in the hands of an angry god."

This angered Ammer. An angry god? The Creator was anything...

if i am a poet, how can it be impossible to articulate the way i feel for you?

with so many words roaming through my mind, how do none of them fit?

there are no words in existence capable of comprehending this feeling.

those three words are said too much.

they're not enough to explain how i feel.

"i love you" is far too modest.

the way i feel is so intimate, so intense, so unexplainable.

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I am so terrified of this growing feeling that sleeps within me. When you glance in my direction, my heart rate accelerates immensely. When you touch me, my entire body floods with an indescribable warmth. There are knots in my stomach when you're around.

I hate this. _I hate it. I hate it. I hate it._

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I don't know how to express this feeling, so I hide it away. I keep it inside, but it th...