Doctor/Flashback)

“When will it be ready?” The queen asked coldly.

“Your majesty, things like this take time” I said an old doctor, in worried spurts. “Seeing how I have never preformed on a human before”

“It worked on animals it can surely work on this damn child” she snarled. “I want it read soon, the prince is a mischievous child. I should know.” She laughed. “He takes after me...

Panting, I bent over, my mask fell off and my hood was down.

“Look what you did!” The lizard yelled grabbing my shirt angrily.

“Y-your s-soup w-was g-good” I said in shame.

She loosened her grip slightly and her hazel eyes softened. Dante pushed the girl off me.

“It was?” She asked trying to act semi-interested. I nodded. She scoffed.

“You’d say that, you’ve proba...

(Slyder’s prospective)

They never trust a Nomad.

I sighed while I carefully picked ten perfectly round potatoes and placed them in my bag.

“Sly, the recipe calls for eleven” Fyn announced glancing into the bag.

“No! Eleven is too much ten is just perfect” I said annoyed. The giant, Fyn rolled his eyes.

“You and everything being perfect” he muttered. I ignored his comment and...

BOOM

BOOM!

SHHHHHHH!

I plugged my ears and closed my eyes. Not again, it was too much for me to take. The bolts of lightning and thundering rain.

“Billie? Are you alright?” Dante asked with a rhythmic quake in his voice. Must be cold… or sick I thought. The dark rocky walls above us sheltered us from most of the noise and all of the ...

Watching her deterioration made me sick, she wasn’t my friend anymore, she was a dying creature. She wondered lost, eyes drifting and thoughts wondering off. Her body no longer an appropriate home for them. Her skin grew a fine flurry coat over it, a last ditch attempt to keep her warm, only highlighting how sick she was, how where there should be skin there was an absence. It was so so quick, one...

Soulless creatures bred from hell.

Their spirits tainted by extortion.

Skinless beings - flesh does melt.

Hides are tattered by instruction.

Quickly sprinting

through the shadows,

from crude dwellings

and cruel gallows.

Traveling beside

the hounds of hell.

A wretched finger hits

your doorbell,

“My name is Steve.

I'm with the IRS!”

(I'm so...

“Tell me another story Nona!” Lily cheered from her spot on her grandmother’s lap. Her grandmother rocked with her in front of the fireplace in the living room. Her chair was next to the window where the curtains were letting in the full moon and bright stars of the night air.

“The only other story I have is a scarier one.” Her grandmother said, kissing the top of Lily’s head.

“I’m too braved to ...

She’s always trying something new, but she gives up quickly. She moves from one thing to another, like a humming bird flitting among the flowers. She moves from one place to another the same way. When things get hard, when something goes wrong, she doesn’t feel the need to apologize or fix it. All it means is that it’s time for a new place and new people and new things to do....

Poised in the underbrush, he finally found the chance to eat. The old man had his spear at the ready, he willed himself to not miss. Hunters his age are rare, rarer still are those with all their limbs attached. His time moving across the southern desert has weaved cracks in his dark, dehydrated skin and threatened to burn it away like fire.

As he looked at the small duckbilled reptile grazing i...

He walks around like he owns the world, like the sphere sits in the palm of his hand. He walks into a new town every week, gets what he desires, then leaves. No one knows why he arrives, nor why he leaves so quickly; but everyone noticed. He would buy the more peculiar things, a flower pot, a plastic bin, a dog leash; nothing he bought ever had any correlation. He would waltz into each store and s...