"O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, it is the night of our dear saviour's birth."

Lynn paused at the sound of the carolers and let the rush of shoppers move past her. Three weeks out from Christmas and the malls were packed. Every year, Lynn swore to herself that she'd finish gift shopping well in advance. And, every year, she found ( Read more... )

"Uungh," My head hangs over the toilet as I fumble to reach the plunger. I manage to knock over the decorative tissue box sitting on the back of the toilet in the process, and cringe as it clatters onto the cold white tiles of my bathroom floor. "Shuddup," I mutter to the world in general, and try again for the flusher ( Read more... )

[Note: okay, this one might require a little bit of background information. A friend of mine commented that Teri from Fuel would make a good werewolf from the "Werewolf: The Apocalypse" roleplaying game. I agree, so I'm giving it a shot ( Read more... )

[Note: all credit for "Fuel" goes to James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich of Metallica. Please don't sue me.]

“Gimme fuel / gimme fire / gimme that which I desire / oo-ah!“Woo!!” Teri cheered along with the rest of the bar as her best friend, Timothy “Moth” Peterson, started the first song of the evening. Their bi-monthly karaoke night had become a ( Read more... )

Note: this is dedicated to my best friend, who I hope had a fantastic 24th birthday. Youngin'. This piece is related to a couple who came before it ( Heavy and Brilliance), but hopefully it will manage to stand on it's own okay.

There it goes, I think to myself as Ivnit's shield goes flying from her arm. We've been sparring for the last half ( Read more... )

Why don't we try something new? A little experiment, you might say. I'm going to tell you the truth, and you're going to believe me. Ready? Here goes ( Read more... )

I am a celebration ( Read more... )

When I was growing up there were two ways to get to my best friend Peter's house. The first was along the streets which was safe, well-lit at night, boring during the day, and took 40 minutes to walk. Or I could go across the field which was bumpy, pitch black at night, a riot of colour during the day, and only took 23 minutes to run. In the ( Read more... )

I wrote this quite a while ago for a writing group I was a part of at the time. The challenge was to write a piece without any dialogue. I still feel like I sort of cheated, since writing in first person feels like dialogue to me, but whatever. The main reason I'm posting it here is because I keep worrying that I'm going to lose it, and I'm also ( Read more... )

[Note: I promised a friend of mine that I would write another d&d based story, so here it is. This is with the same characters as my entry for last month's Heavy, but it should stand on its own without too much trouble.]I lay on my back and watch the first fingers of dawn start to creep along the ceiling. The dormitory is quiet, Ivnit still fast ( Read more... )