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The sun glinted off of his golden medallion, engraved with runes and symbols of languages long gone, before fading from view behind a cloud. His dark brown eyes were locked with her glinting green. They betrayed only her determination. His men cast their glares to her troops. Opening his mouth, he shouted at the top of his lungs: “The Skoropi Gang will fall!” It was met with a fearsome: “Then you shall burn with us!” The two gangs crashed at each other under the cloudy New York sky. Shouts enveloped him as his eyes searched for the red-haired sharp-tongued leader of the Skoropi Gang. The breath rushed out of him as

The boy rubbed his hands, frozen finger numb from the biting cold of the arctic winter. His line was cast into a rare, un-iced patch of water. ‘The Gulf,’ he thought ‘The Gulf never freezes, so it is a good place to fish for northern salmon, and the occasional seal. He was snapped out of his daydreams to the sound of line-on-ice. He gasped as he tugged on the weighed pole. “Big fish!” He muttered to himself, planting his feet firmly onto the ground as he drew the fishing-pole’s tip past his pale, frozen face. The tip kept going, past his vanilla-blonde hair, hidden roughly by a bright red cap. It stopped a

'I may be the child of a devil, but who said that was a bad thing?' --- A knock on the door disturbed me from my studies. 'How can someone laugh so high-pitched?' The knock resounded again. Sighing, I called for them to enter. My servant bowed before me. "The Shriek, my lord, had been captured." 'What? Daine? So soon after she rid me of my enemies?' "Wonderful!" I exclaimed with false joy. "Thank-you for telling me. You may have the rest of the day off as I will just be reading." I smiled. "Yes my lord." He bowed and left, closing the door behind him. I sat down and let dread sweep over me. "Daine, they have her-" Daine wasn't one easy wo

Perhaps these concrete women squirm Outside the light of day And with the concrete men they play A game of catch-me catch-me if you can Frolicking across the land As they play hand in hand And with the concrete men they play Perhaps these concrete women squirm Outside the light of day

 Wild child. Orphan. Shriek. I answer to all. "I am the child of Fear herself!" I trilled in my ghostly voice as I dropped down from the rafters. "I am the sister of Death and the cousin of Shadow!" I grinned at their shock. The Prince was a decent actor. My bow was loaded. "History repeats." I muttered gleefully. A glint of an iron-grade dagger caught my eye. This should only take minutes. I Withdrew my scythes. One per hand and leap into the crowd which lead to chaos. Two down. Their blood splatted my face. Gasping, I extracted the knife I had seen before from my shoulder. I pinned the soldier against a wall. Not to scarred. 'A shame I h

"Come child, Mother Day awaits. For it is sunset." Stars will scatter 'round and 'round As Day takes off her somber crown And shakes her mantle darkly down Brother Night, Soft and slender Glances down and will remember The darkness before All the glaring lights and sigh 'Why? Why chase me away?' He murmurs 'Come my friends!' He calls to Lady Moon And her band of Stars 'Tonight they will hear!' Playing the beautiful music Again each night Until, His sister rises again And to her, Joy is bestowed. She blushes, Setting the blue sky Alight Each morning and evening. The same show. Night waits, With Lady Moon And her Stars For a small chance

Grab a pencil, Pick up a pen. Close your eyes, And count to ten. Imagine you creation, Full of spark and life. And think of what You hope and Strife. Many ideas, In the world; so there, Grab something And do not beware Of the fluttering joy, Sorrow and fear. That the idea creates On your paper. A childish rhyme, An uplifting mood, Keeping time, Eat just like food.