The wind whipped around, the smell of salt on the wind, as Shelly strolled along the pebble beach, only the sound of her footfalls her company. She meandered along, not really focusing on anything in particular, when a soft and pleasant humming drew her eye to the horizon. A shape, bobbing up and down where the pewter sky met the ocean grew larger and larger as the humming free louder and louder. ...

The pulse of it

The thrum of it

In my veins

Drives, drives, drives

Thoughts, action, hunger for progress

Who am I without this fire?

How do I keep going without it?

So familiar

So comforting

The pulse of it

The thrum of it

This fire

I don’t want to let go...

Her voice trailed in the middle of her sentence, voice fading, arms outstretched postured in a wide gesture. She could tell by the heat on her cheeks, that she was riled about something but for the life of her she could not think of what she wanted her next words to be.

Suddenly the light shining in from the ceiling to floor windows were too bright, her clothes were constricting and itchy, and s...

Nemesis surged his disintegration voice, drawing the energy from his muscles into his throat. His mouth was already bone dry from the fighting, his muscles ached, his limbs trembled and his skin started to itch uncomfortably from the vibration building in his gullet.

“Must. Protect. The children.” His deep words rumbled raggedly shaking the bones of the invaders....