Dramatic Monologue

I wasn’t sure how he got that way. Maybe because he had to handle everything by himself, but that wouldn’t make sense. He never learned how to be strong. He just was.

A few months pass by in what seems like the blink of an eye. People come and go, to check on them and their classmates and sometimes they tell them what happens in the world they seem to have left behind. Kuzuryuu only half-listens, he has to admit. Not because he

Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh?" I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape. It kind of

at first, he bristles when she comes into view, sharp gaze shielded by the hood he has yet to push back. she doesn't appear to be an enemy ( her outfit tells him so ) ... but as of late

A cool breeze blew across the shooting range, making the paper target sway. The target’s head had been riddled with holes from the day’s training. A gunshot rang out and another hole appeared in the head of the target. Tom Stryker reloaded his weapon and put it back on the rack, finished with training. Then, he changed into some more formal clothing and walked through the Mantis headquarters, toward the office of General Daniel Eiling.

It was the first day at Besaid High, the only high school in the town of Alexandria. Ivy, as many students were, was very nervous about her first day of highschool. She had moved to the town and knew no one. To top it off, Ivy was really shy and

The lights flickered in the cavernous space, echos of light yet purposeful footsteps would boom through hall. A black obsidian throne sat at the far wall, a man, probably in his middle ages, would sit, a crown of bones ,from challengers before, sat on his head. He’d smirk seeing the

The smooth taste of the wood smothered my lips as I echoed a song throughout my wooden flute. The city streets around me were dirty and loud, but I could only hear my flute above the rustle and bustle. I played sweet mishmashes of medleys, getting lost in the gentle

To the west of the Dark Tower, on a small hillock that formed one of the arms of the Warlocks Chair, Bredock Holt and his small party of Gnome warriors rested briefly in a tangled copse of oak trees. All around them in the rain-soaked night, Goblyns waited for the

Ninth Day of the Fourth Moon, Eighteenth Year of Recent Awakenings In accordance with the will of Her Majesty, and in upholding the duties charged to me as a Senior Chronicler, I hereby submit an account of The Encounter of Zaedra On the Twenty-Third Day of the Second Moon, Denizens of the Outer

2 pip Baby, don't keep her busy too long. On second thought, set it up. Kabelo. - Seriously? - It's time I met someone worth my while. I thought I still had an unopened bag of mealie meal. I forgot what it's like to have growing teenagers in the house. Let me help her before she injures herself. See you around. Maybe we'll

It did indeed seem odd that so many half-bloods would try and assault them, most of the time they were in awe of their full-blooded kin. In fact, Sariel had a feeling many of them believed the tales of half-breeds being raised up to full-blooded status. Of course, it

Nora woke up to see Lie Ren wasn't by her side, she figured he must have went to take a shower since he didn't last night, she also saw that Jaune and Phyrrah weren't in the room, they probably went for breakfast. She quickly shed her pajamas and put on

Sierra was stirred from her rest, the sounds of someone making landing near her. She kept her breathing slow, measured. She couldn’t see anything, but that was to be expected, given the counter she had hidden herself in. She listened, focusing on the things happening outside of her, instead of her heart beating through her chest, the pounding of blood in her ears. The footsteps were soft, swift, and yet lingering. Just one, Sierra thought to herself, one is good. I can take down one. Unless it’s a scout, and there are a dozen waiting just outside. She felt herself shaking, pushing down the terror, gripping her shotgun close to her chest.

A PLAY ON WORDS On the busy London strand, a bookseller is arranging his books on outside stands, an over flow from the ones insides. There is one volume in particular, a great tome of a book... Inside Hitler's Lair, or the history of the third reich or something like that...