Washed Away
The Quiet Map-maker
Little Now Town
Big Oak: An Old Friend
Rin Tin
Mardi Gras Tree
Balclutha
Danger
What It Is
Leveled Slants
Islands of OrangeColored Peace
Smoke on the Water, Fire in...

Title UnknownA gentle breeze carried the baying sounds of a dog The golden sun shone on our group from it's cloudless vantage point. One by one we walked toward our destination. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago we had gathered at this same spot, our eyes locked on the same earth. The only difference was that where once a fresh grave had been made now a years growth of tended grass stood making it seem as if the grave had been there for years.Title Unknown
I stood in back of the group of twenty-some odd people my own age, and about four or five adults. Out of those people only one or two was actually crying. We all stood around the tombsto
True Beauty

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He lived in the City of Devils, in the suburban area known as Caskow, which was also the name of the only school of magic in the state. He lived almost seven miles from the school, which was just recently renamed to the Magus Center Learning Institution, and had visited there on several occasions with his father. They never called the places where they herded the Mages actual “Schools”, because the government always worried that it would give the wrong impression. After all, the last thing Humans wanted to hear was that Mages were actually learning magic. This marked the sixth time the school had had a name change in t


The ManWho is he? Where does he come from? He did not know these things anymore. He did not care about these things anymore. Only his grief and the slowly dying sound of "Amazing Grace" coming from an old wind up ballerina music box litter his thoughts. Only those two things kept him moving further and further away from the horror he had left behind.The Man
The wind-up toy was a gift he gave to his daughter on her fourth birthday. It was six inches tall total with the case for the music box resembling a hill decorated in flowers. A ballerina dressed in a tutu stood on the top of this small hill, pirouetting for eternity. Everything, except the