Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)Wayne Newton once said “Fate is made up of choice, not chance.” I never bought into fate so much. I never really cared. To me I thought Newton was correct…nothing happens by chance. You make the choice and you determine your destiny. If that’s true though, I’d sometimes have to ask myself if I’ve been making the right choices in life. I never really wanted much out of life. I wanted some quiet though maybe…but that was impossible around my house. Mom was a lawyer who was constantly in and out and working with clients. Dad was a professor of biology at the local college so he sometimes had students in and out to talk with him. I was still just a high school student, getting moderate grades in everything, but my real passion was something mom and dad could never fathom.Dad always wanted me to pursue something science related or medical! He wanted me to influence and benefit others. He wanted me to go on to medical school or something. Mom wanted
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 5)“Master?” Amber spoke up, turning her attention to me. “I request that you pay close attention. I shall demonstrate the power that I wield…and how you can incorporate it in future instances.”“S-sure!” I stammered.“Oh screw it, let’s waste this bitch!” One of the punks made a move towards her. Amber raised her hand and brushed the punch to the side as she did a beautiful spin on the ball of her barefoot, allowing him to pass right by her as she brought the back of her hand back and crashed it into his head. He tumbled over and crashed, his face hitting pavement.“OW! THAT STUPID C-AAAAAA!”“I won’t have you using such language in front of my master.” She sneered. “Now you will apologize at once.” Suddenly Miguel ran at her and grabbed her wrist sharply, yanking her backwards. Just as he did though, Amber’s face shifted into a grin. Miguel screamed in pain as he let go of Amber i
Metamorphosis (Chapter 27)Grandpa and I didn’t talk much on the way to the hospital, but that changed when he finally parked outside the large white building covered in glass windows and surrounded by individuals walking in and out, some of which in wheelchairs. Grandpa sat back in his seat a minute, his brow furrowed and his moustache hiding his upper lip like it often did when he felt gruff or disgruntled.“Chase…” He muttered. “…let’s get a few things straight before we go in there.” I looked up at him, curious as to where he was going. “This is all going to be on you from here on out. If you ever want your family to go back to a normal and functional lifestyle, you’re going to have to swallow that pride of yours and do what has to be done to make it that way…and that means forgiving your mother and father.”“I know that.”“No, you don’t.” Grandpa growled. “You think you do…and I know you want to
Seekers of Light (Chapter One)Kaoren was a massive spire built of rock and stone from the ground high into the heavens. It was a tower, by all outward appearances, but what few knew about this tower was that it was a massive beacon of magic. It was built by the elves many centuries ago as a place of peace and harmony. It had been established as a haven and sanctuary to wanderers and those who were lost, and now it would serve as the summit location for the four kingdoms. Taria knew this as she followed her master and king down the Bridgeway to enter its gates. The tower was surrounded on all sides by enormous mountains that did well to hide the base of the spire, but even the mountain peaks could not disguise the sheer height of the tower, which seemed to vanish into the clouds themselves. Taria found herself staring up and up until her neck began to feel sore; completely in awe of what she saw before her.“Taria, eyes forward please.” King Delarith muttered. Taria blushed and quickly hurried after her
The Tale of Tomaki (Chapter 2)“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”The chants like a sacred mantra fueled the fire in my gut. It was intense…it was right. My fists opened and closed in anticipation and my tail twitched excitedly. My legs were spread, ready to dodge and kick. My right hand was pulled back close to my chin and my left arm was extended outward with both hands tightened into my ultimate weapons. My hair, wild and untamed as ever blew slightly across my forehead and eyes as wind blew past. Before me stood Jackson. My foe.“You ready to go down, monkey ass?” Jackson guffawed. “Glad you have that tail, it makes a nice target.” My eyes narrowed and my teeth were bared. His stupid mouth…that stupid, babbling, insensitive mouth of his. Always running. Always looking for someone to mock. Couldn’t he just zip it shut for one damn moment!? It was his mouth that brought us to this point. The playground behind the school was meant for the elementary schoolers, but now it wa
The Tale of Tomaki (Chapter 1)“Saiyans. The most elite warrior race in the universe. From our very beginnings, we were born for battle, conquest, and destruction. Our planet, Planet Vegeta, is where we hail from, and it was there that we were born…as were you, Tomaki.”“Tomaki, what’re you doing up so early?” I quickly tried to hide the box away. My hands grabbed furiously for a cloth to shove it under as my tail trembled in anxiety…a habit I needed to break. A true Saiyan should never show anxiety or nervousness. She walked downstairs in her nightie and her sleepy blue eyes gazing at me.“Nothing, Belle…” I called back, turning innocently to try and hide my twitching, trembling tail. She gazed at me with a sharp scowl and shook her head.“You were listening to the recording again, weren’t you?” She asked. I hung my head a little. She was right of course…Belle always seemed to be right about these things. She knelt down with
The Life of Melody the AndroidFor as long as I can remember, my life seem to be like any normal person childhood should be; playing with toys, being a good kid to all my close friends and my lovely parents, and soon I came to love singing. I was only six at the time, my room was like any typical girl theme room, expect the walls were cover with different posters of singers from televisions shows, movies or even live-action concert instead of ponies or princess's. All these different singer's had one thing in common and it was to bring joy and a sense of love to everyone one, and boy was I really into it. I dream that I was like one those famous singers and could hear the echo of the crowds calling my name and thought to myself, "That was going to be me on that stage one day..."At the age of seven, I ask my mom that on Christmas I wanted my own concert to sing on, but told me that it was something she couldn't afford, but I went on crying for three days just saying ov
Gorgeous Silken ThreadThe morning dew, like droplets of heaven, cling to the gossamer strands of silk that lay out on the window. A humble flower pot sits in the middle of the window sill, and lightly woven between the flower and the wooden side of the window was a thing of beauty. There is true beauty in the silken masterpiece that is a web. The delicate and careful arrangement of each individual strand is done with care and precision. A web is a miracle of creation. The dew on the strands reflect the morning rays of sunshine as they peek through the trees and bask upon its surface. The dew drops spray the flower and the air around it with colorful lights, as if the spider which built it were putting on a display. And there, resting just inside the flower pot, was the little creature that wove this beautiful masterpiece.A simple little brown barn spider, no larger than a childs thumb. It was still young…not even at its full size and age yet. But for a spider, there was no waiting or maturing to do.
The Night Angel (Chapter 21)I followed Joshua around as he began packing his cases and bags. He was growling and muttering to himself angrily, as if furious with himself more than me. Yet, he spoke of my actions as if they’d been my fault. While I knew it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t argue…because I felt guilty about not seeing the truth sooner. Of course there was no way I could have. I never would have been able to tell that it was really Set in disguise, but it didn’t change how I felt. I’d left us exposed and given Set a key to our plans. If he knew we were on our way to see this goddess, did he plan to intercept us?“What’s going on?” Kirai asked as she yawned and walked out of her room sleepily.“Pack your things, squirt. We’re leaving in a few hours!” Joshua shouted. Kirai leaped into action and ran into Joshua’s room to grab her things. I already had my stuff packed…I hadn’t had a lot of time to really do any unpacking.