Hunter and the HuntedHunter and the HuntedStupid. That's what this is. Stupid and pointless. I've been a first rate detective for fifteen years, I've solved every case they've thrown at me, and yet they ask me to do this trivial case. Allegedly people have been disappearing inside this hunting store called Guns 'n Ammo. So far, my partner and I have been on a stakeout for two days, and every person that has gone in has come out. I looked down at the radio and started changing stations, searching for some means of entertainment. I sighed, "Dude, this is pointless. It's almost closing time, again, and still nothing. When can we go home?""The captain says that we have to solve this one.""But there's nothing to solve!" I raised my voice. I was pissed."Calm down. We have two more days left before we can go- hold up. It's closing time." My partner looked out the window of the car again and squinted."Anyone still inside?""Not that I can see
But that guy with his son didn't come out.""Damn
ThoronPrologueAllan gazed along the horizon. His eyes scanned the dark green shrubs that grew among other dead ones, searching for something to entertain his mind. As the sun rose, bringing light to the dark world, the beams shined through the dew drops, making the leaves of the plants glitter. A swift movement in the shrubs attracted his attention. A slender, shaggy, dog-like creature slid through the shrubs and into a hole in the ground. The deep blue sky began to lighten into bright shades of pink and orange as the sun rose higher, and an inviting breeze blew across the land, which brought a light scent of rain. The young man looked towards a tree as a few birds began chirping their greeting to the sun. Nature was always at peace with itself. Never fighting. Never at war. Why were humans so different? The Sylvan army had its horns locked in war with the Andaron Empire. Allan was to lead his battalion of reinforcements to a large battle that was several miles off. This skirmish was the ba
PiratesChapter OneGod, do these people never sleep!? Eva groaned silently. The other ships weren't this bad
As she hid behind the barrels, she listened to the conversations of the pirates and thought of the other ships she had stowed away on. They were a lot easier to live on; she could get food simply by being someone's slut for a night. Here, on The Infernal Demon, she couldn't. They were all blood thirsty, disgusting, lustful pirates. Eva laughed quietly at the thought. ALL pirates were blood thirsty, disgusting, and lustful. The only thing that made this crew different was their captain; and even though she had been a stowaway for nearly two months, no one seemed to have a clue that she was there. The captain was a nasty old man, who seemed to be stuck in the old days; women have been part of pirate and ship crews for nearly a decade, yet he still didn't allow it. If she was seen, she would be killed on the spot. Her thoughts subsided as the crew left, l
TrappedThe beat continues:One, two, three-One, two, three-I can't stand it.Only a sliver of light beamsthrough a crack inthe stone wall.One, two, three-No one is around.Absolutely no oneto respond to my criesOne, two, three-I hear them walk past.They ignore me, which is mypunishment for being who I am.One, two, three-Cold, clammy soup,along with hard, moldy breadbarely sustains me.One, two, three-At night, a chill creepsthrough my bomes. Nota single blanket is given to me.One, two, three-I'm trapped in my ownhead. It seems that myendless scream is only imaginary.One, two, three-I long for darkness, for death.Anything to get out of thisurine-soaked, rat-infested hole.One. Two. Three.
IsolationHave I done something wrong?That is the question that keeps pestering me.Days have gone by,Not a word exchanged.Yet I find myself longFor your voice, your face, your love.The silence is spontaneous.Whether you're busy, angry, upset, or in pain,I know not.I find myself longingFor only a single word.I can't sleep at night, nor willingly eat.I force myself to concentrateOn the things I normally enjoy,And sometimes I find myself idlySitting,My mind wandering through my memoriesOf you.For a minute, I'm happy, untilI remember the strangling silence that envelopes me.Moonlight Sonata has become my theme,The keys of the piano slowly hammering theMelancholy melody.I wonder if you had fallen outOf loveAs quickly as you'd fallen in.I wonder if your image of me hasChanged.I wonder if you have become annoyed,As people tend to be.I wait.Wait for the silence to stop.Wait to hear your voice again.Wait until I see you again.I love you.Since we've met, I've been in lov