WildfireTalausa

The whole of the world seemed to freeze in a single moment. The ocean was open before the pair, but they could see the whites of sails just on the horizon. "Do you think that we're actually back?" Andrew asked reluctantly, turning to face Hazel. Her blue eyes shone crystal clear in the bright midday suns. But Andrew knew her well enough by now to see the dark clouds swirling just beneath the surface. She puffed out a sigh, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "We've been gone for two years. Two years is a long time in terms of political relations. I mean, look at us. A Salborn and a Talausan working together. Unheard of." Andrew bit back

Andrew sat back on his heels, breathing heavily. The ground before him was freshly turned without a single weed in sight, and little green sprouts were beginning to shoot out of the ground. He didn't enjoy gardening, per se, but it did help take his mind off of the horrible reality he was now in. It had only been two days since they had woken up on the Island, and Andrew had already managed to get punched in the face, insult the only other person on the Island, and get lost in the endless jungle. The only upside that he could see what that his wanderings showed him the location of many wild plants, most of which were edible. He had spent the

Memphis struggled to understand literature. It was his worse subject. Don't get him wrong! He could understand the questions posed in class and answer the questions correctly, but he did not get literature. What was the point? If you asked him the basic plot of Harry Potter or War and Peace, he would be able to rattle it off like nothing. However, if you asked him how he felt  about your OTP, he would be lost. Books were books; how could anyone feel so strongly about something so small? "Memphis! Did you read that book I lent you?" Scarlet bounded up to him, practically vibrating with excitement, her sulky twin brother Rudy walking over more

Andrew stumbled to a halt just below the charred ruins of the treehouse, his legs screaming in pain from the long trek. Hazel stirred briefly in his arms, her copper eyelashes fluttering. As fast as his damaged legs could move him, Andrew maneuvered the pair of them over to a clump of bushes with a clear view of the starry sky, carefully depositing his unconscious partner. Hazel simply rolled over, her chest barely moving. Not good, he thought worriedly. "Hazel?" he whispered, hand hovering over her shoulder. No movement. Panic seized the boy as he swiftly rolled her onto her back, his legs forgotten. "Hazel, I need you to wake up!" he whis

Mags was tired of being led astray. Tired of all the bullheadedness of males, all of the trickery they were capable of, and, quite frankly, all of the jiggery-pokery they put her through! She was DONE. She snatched up her knapsack and stormed out of the tiny one bedroom apartment. "Wait, Mags, come on!" She shot him a venomous look. Tyler gulped, pulling at the restraints. "Come on, Maguire, can't we talk this out?" He flipped his blonde hair back his black eyes desperately searching hers. There had once been a time when that hair flip would have made her swoon, but not now. Never again. "I'm sorry, Tyler, but I can't hear you over the r

I have come to face my darkest days, and I know not where to stand. One path leads towards greatness, with power in my hands. Yet it is rocky, treacherous; one wrong step and I am doomed to fall. However, the other path is solid, no twists and turns in sight. This path I have usually taken; this path I wish to fight. No matter which path I choose, I will surely be backed against a wall. Oh, wicked fate! Why must I choose? Cannot I have both? Why must I just choose one like swearing a solemn oath? The power, the adventure, all exciting things in life, Cannot I combine them with a sure road, and lose all subsequent strife? The split is coming

Now Jack was a simple boy. He worked on his mother's farm and took their goods to town. His father had passed a short time ago, but he had taught Jack all he could. The most important thing he taught him was how to spot a good deal: If it could save your family from starvation, then it was worth it. One day, Jack's mother sent him into town, to try and sell an old cow of theirs. Now, this cow was very beautiful, but could no longer produce milk and calves, yet she could pull a yoke as well as any ox. They named her Maybelle. No one wanted Maybelle that day, nor the day after that, and not any day of the week following. Jack and his mother w

Dear Valentine, Oh how I love thee Oh, how I do! How I wish To ALWAYS be with you I know we've just met In this eternity span But I just want you to know That I feel like we are friends Yesterday is gone Tomorrow is uncertain So let me start Today By giving you the "present" Valentine, oh Valentine Be mine? Be my Valentine?

Gloria stared out into the dawn, disappointment radiating from her in powerful waves. He did not come. Her love. The one meant to take her out of her life of poverty. The one meant to take her away from her abusive father. But no. She was alone. No man on a shining horse, riding through the mizzle and muck to save her. No, she was very much alone. With a sigh, Gloria trudged out into the misty morning, her golden locks sticking to her face and neck with moisture. If he would not save her, then she would save herself. Oh Gloria, if only you had gone back inside your pathetic house. You could have saved Edward. You could have stopped your fath

Peace Peace Like the sea Peace Like a tree Calm and collected They have peace Unrest Like a volcano Unrest Like a hurricane Raging and roaring They have unrest Peace Like the humans Unrest Like the humans Calm and collected Yet Raging and roaring These humans are Peaceful and with Unrest Poor mortals Shall we spare them? Or let them suffer the unknown?