CityWolves

The year is nineteen-squickety-two. The President is the beautiful Rutherford Q. Garfunkelfield, and I was a tall, lanky son of a cheesemonger. The world was my oyster. Literally. I worked in a seafood restaurant, doncha know, and the guy kept tellin' me the floors were dirty. Don't you pay him no mind. Of course, you can't get those no more, people complained and whined until they made them big enough to drown a Dutchman. So anyway, I was bent on catching the trolley to Haversville to borrow a cup of lye from Mrs. Piggetts. Now, they say you should let sleeping dogs lye, but they never say how much to use, so I was just guessing, hoping to g

All they were going to have access to as high. As much as I have seen this device constructs the HE-mail that they have brown fox jumped the fence along. This is as far as to who can resist C S? I just had a very very own sense is registered as famous friends who just couldn't think of any sense is that he would say not to do. You say C states positively reduce; that means that this should have known, since I can even begin to make heads and tails of any of it. Any DC which are riding out here who would ever see these things as forceful and sends home folders from falcons, and she conceived in liberty and the purposes of this issue that all m

               Man is not, by nature, a creature of the night. Therefore, by the time the city was wrapped in the silent blanket of the darkness, most of the residents had met the sweet embrace of sleep. Sleep is an odd thing indeed, man's escape from the world of the night and its many predators. There is no fear of these things within the sweet caress of slumber. But they are still there. The shadows do not disappear simply because we do not acknowledge them. Under the veil of the night, even the most innocent of things becomes dark and frightening. Wrapped in a loose-fitting cloak, a figure padded silently through one of the city's count

I sleep now in blackness. Silent whispers of the world yet to die hiss in my ears. I hear him in the whispers. My life as a grain of sand in the mighty brackish sea of his voice. Dry winds over dead, dusty bones say "So it shall be." The skitter of mice over shattered cobbles say "It is all mine." And the Worms.. The Worms!! They squirm about in the ground humbly, harbingers of the Day to come.  No one pays any heed to the Worms. His children move silently below us, continuing their eternal duty. They reduce all that is into all that was. Look at the signs! Are you blind!? Are you mad!? I am not. I can see the Worms. I can smell the freshly c

Excuse me.. Yes, I'm talking to you. Don't look away. I'm not another number; Listen to what I say. Where are you going, running and pushing all day? You think you're moving ahead, but you're following. You're just going where everyone's already been. I'd rather be stark raving mad. At least I'd be free. Why should I be so very limited in what I can be? What's so great about being common, average? Why should I chase the signs and lights? Why follow? This walking in lines, standing in rows, it's hollow. I'd rather be a broken lunatic. Hell, it would be fun! Unique fragments are better than a boring whole. There's nothing great abou

I hear you, I know what you're saying, friends… Am I going crazy, or have I heard it all before? Haven't we already walked through this damn door? All this ranting, raving and blustering forever more. It won't prevent the bloodshed, murder, and gore. Like a crappy movie.. I already know how it ends.. But we like to lie to ourselves, don't we? We like to close our eyes so we don't have to see. Don't change a thing, and when you fail again, blame it on luck of the draw. Pretentious, presumptuous, preposterous, premeditating fools. The game is too hard, so you just change the rules. Sweep it all under the rug, no one should care.

Music. Food of the Soul. I’m hungry. I hunger. Hunger. Eat. Eater. Drazaax. RIPYOURARMOFFANDBEATYOUTODEATHWITHITYOUAREAFOOLTOATTEMPTTORESISTMEIWILLFEASTONYOURVERYSOULCATTLEpulling back. Stepping back. Not walking away. I care. It’s hard to understand. Understand. Stand under you. Support you. Carry you. On my back. Over the mud. Over the glass. It hurts me a little. I’ll never tell. Your smile has always been worth the discomfort. What do you mean? Of course I care. Of course I make sacrifices. But I won’t show you my feet. I can’t show you what I stand on. What stands under me. What understands me? I stand on a grave

Pulling up the patch over his right eye socket, Captain Lasegon rubbed idly at the ruined flesh there. How could it still itch after so long? Most pirates wore a patch over their eye so that they would be able to pull it up and see clearly in the darkness below deck, but Lasegon could afford no such luxury; he had lost his eye fighting corsairs in the Emperor’s navy ages ago. His ship, the Kraken, cut through the blackness before it like a ghost in the night. Lasegon tipped his three-cornered hat up, scanning the area before them. The odd blue light in the distance seemed to be getting closer, but it was impossible to tell. They really h

Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation from the mind of one sick animal who can’t tell the difference and gets stupefied. Me: Are you in there, you crazy old fool? We need to talk. You’ve had me stumbling for too long and I’m ready to walk. Ontaros: I’m always here, young one, I always will be. Someday you won’t, though. You’ll give up and flee. Me: I should say not, I’d say it’s time to have it out. One will win and one will fall, destroying all doubt. I’m not afraid of the outcome, I know that I’ll win. I can no longer be broken by attacks from within. Ontaros: It is insipid

Dragon Child Series Book One: Born of Dragon In the lands of Greiva, in a time now just a memory in the strange pageant of human history, a very special child was born. Now, this was the Black Age, when man dwelled the planet alongside creatures now thought of as mere myths, beings like elves, trolls, and even mighty Dragons. Man, by nature, is competitive, adaptable, and territorial. As time passed, man began to slay and drive away the other creatures who stood in the way. While most of the other beings feared man, the Dragons looked upon humans with their ancient wisdom and saw confusion and fear in the people. Many dragons saw the thr