_Tell all. Tell tale? Story-teller? Truth-teller? Tellering? Tell? Tell. Just Tell? That was his name. Tell. _

He had ridden the lightning down, and now stood upon water. Whether beside him or at a distance it was impossible to make out his features. All that could be seen was the dark outline of his coat, and a drawn hood. Darkness dwelled there. _Amongst Tell’s people this was called the ...

My heart is broken. She was my everything. From her beauty, personality, good nature with a pure heart. I love her now and always will. People die from love . They die from a broken heart. Love is like an addiction, like cigarettes or drugs. When your heart is broken, you have no desire to eat or sleep or work. You just focus on what could have been. But, when it’s taken away from you, it hurts li...

Imprints of waves spread over my feet, each one taking a turn. The water is endless. Bolts of lighting strike in the distance — the thunder announcing its distance soon after. For years I’ve been trapped here, waiting for an answer of where I am. Though my mind just wanders to why. There’s not much to do here except stand here and think as nature takes a hold of me. I would not be surprised to fin...

He walked carefully across the frozen lake, his boots pressing lightly against the slippery surface. The ice was white and bluish, smooth and silent beneath him.

Then, a thunderbolt struck.

He froze in place. Small cracks appeared, thin and delicate at first, then branching out like veins. He was far from the shore. He took a small step back—then stopped. He had wanted this. He had planned thi...

Thunder cracks in the distance as a storm rolls in. The air is cold for a summer night. A women carries a bundle of blankets as she walks in to the dark forest. She walks deep into the forest until she reaches a clearing where the moon light shines through unimpeded by the clouds. The woman reaches the center of the clearing as she carefully places the bundle down laying it out flat along the grou...

You would think that after thirty years I would have better control over my powers. Standing on the edge of Narmarra, the place if feel the most connection with my powers, I practice. I know I should be better everyone keeps telling me that I am but I just cant see it. My world is mostly covered by water, the scientists say is 98%. All that really means for me, the only lightning weilder in living...

He never fell in love with anyone or anything. That was until he met her. Phoebe, a girl who brought sun amidst his storm. A girl who smiled amidst his gloom. A girl who laughed amidst his solemn. Who showed him that lightning and rain doesn’t have to follow him on his path. For a while he thought she was right, he was beginning to see the light that she described. Until something, or someone, too...

I should be dead. They killed my family. They killed my friends. They ruined my life. And now. Now I’m all that’s left. I step outside my temporary hut and out onto the ice. A storm rages around me and cold seeps into every pore if my being. But I relish the pain. I deserve it. I shouldn’t have survived. I‘m the reason they came in the first place. If I’d never met Zhaire, never gotten to know him...

“Is that Thor? God of thunder?”

“Nah. I know Thor. That’s not him.”

“Well, then who is he? …And who the heck are you?”

“Him? I don’t know. I suppose he’s just somebody who has a death wish. Wants to get struck by lightning or something. As for me… I’m just a guy.”

“Right. A guy who says he knows Thor. You’re probably Captain America or something.”

“Nah. But now that you mention it...

The mist settled upon the water, lighting flashed as if reaching from the heavens striking the lake, and then he appeared. A silhouett of a man standing on top of the water in the middle of the lake. He started walking gracefully towards us his menacing features becoming so much clearer, and I was afraid. Yes, I was very afraid.

There was a line that crossed his face, a burn mark. His eyes glowe...