Remember the letter that you see

I am he

The one that you love

That told you that you are strong from above.

But you cannot heed the words that be

I love you, dear one

Please listen to my words as you look out into the ocean,

Peering at me through my invisible eyes

Letter in hand.

But even though the veil separates us

We band together

You and I

Future and past

Like a boat crossing water through ...

Zaia had seen this woman on the streets. It was the very same woman that was attacked by Steam, except now she was adorned with tattered Ruby Sari and a dirty torn green cloak.

She used to be a middle class citizen from the looks. That moment, Zaia felt pity as he watched her wander about, clutching her stomach as if out of hunger. He watched her as she wandered about, yelling something unintelli...

I spent my days, flying, wandering about.

I was bored, and there were no criminals found; not now; not that I knew of.

I was perched on top of a building, a coffee shop.

I saw him.

He an ordinary man, one with braided dark hair and a white t-shirt and jeans. There was some charm, or from what I gather, grace from his gait.

I fell in love. I didn’t know who this man was. But as my thoughts c...

Aeoliah looked at the palace. She missed the bustling halls filled with servants, the white swirling columns, and the long halls.

Even though she had not yet left to be a slave, even though the palace was a white speck in the distance, Aeoliah still wanted to go back, to be with her regent who liked to sit outside and meditate; who taught Aeoliah what she knew. Nimyalli was her teacher.... and h...

Throughout the multiverse, there was no sign of intelligent life to be seen.

Well, that was about to change when Rayemue, otherwise known as Raye or Raye-Raye stepped foot inside an unknown universe who’s name was forgotten by a race of beings otherwise known as Time Travelers who are capable of slipping through dimensions, universes, and time.

She brought Degrydon with her, who would be conside...

I sat in the attic, writing in my journal.

The attic like the rest of the house was filled with holes, mostly on the walls and loose floorboards.

I nested myself under a large desk, my heart pounding, my body shaking, hoping for the killer to leave the house. But deep inside, I know he’s going to find me, like he did with my mom, my dad, and my sister.

I ripped out the short note from my brown ...

“Look. If you kill me,” I said looking him in his brown eyes. “You won’t get anything out of this”

“How won’t I get anything out of this? I would get the throne.”

“You want the throne because you want power.” I said

He gripped his knife tighter and swung it at me, which I ducked. There was no way I was going to die to my brother. And yet, I had to convince him not to kill me. This was going to ...