Fiction-Writers

I don't remember how she ended up in front of me talking but I can recall the dirt. It was right on the tip of her nose. "You've got something on your nose." I felt bad for interrupting her about what she was talking about but I couldn't take my eyes off it. She stopped and looked up from her hands. I pointed to my own nose to give her an idea where the stain was. She muttered thanks and brushed it with her thumb. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but that dirt spot. It stood out and seemed to glow in my mind. Somehow she made it bigger. I glanced over towards her thumb to see if it had any dirt on it. It was clean. "The cookie

Many eons ago, the world of Ageast was in a state of war between the races, until a group with two pairs of the races came together and found, Hron the god of flames in deeps of the Flammifer Mountain. The god admire the courage the group has, granting one of the pair his blessing and told to find the other god bless the other race with their power to end of war. Each of the group's pair obtain the blessing of the other gods, using it to stop the war and restore peace between the races. In honor of the gods who help the heroes, kingdoms were made next to their resting place and organize a royal guard group that protect the gods of old and the

Phineas and Isabella were 13 years old. They were best friends and had been spending a lot of time together lately. The reason for that is because as you know, Isabella had a crush on Phineas. What you didn't know however is that at this point Phineas felt the same way about Isabella. He hadn't told Isabella yet as he didn't know she liked him too and was afraid of ruining their friendship. These feelings all started last summer when they got to be real close as friends. But nothing short of a wedding would bring them as close as this next adventure. It all started on a snowy winter day and Phineas and Isabella were outside in PhineasR

flashes of golden oranges in the tints of glass where you see shapes of squares and rectangles against darkness and blank walls wishing to be painted, drawn on. moving shapes which are quicker than the blink of an eye, or gradual like the turning of rubber wheels on gray cemented grass. it's a solid piece of furniture to walk where hints of a muddy and beady eyed monster steps before you either at a halt to seek its meal or waiting for its time to chase you off. branches that scratch you, distorted mirrors which perplex and puzzle and destroy you, entrances that say "not an entrance" that do more than invite you (they welcome you), and you wa

Suffocating Darkness The sun rises and I'm standing for one more day Still wondering if this is how it was meant to be Our days of hope, of laugher, all faded away. Promises forgotten, only ashes remain today And if you looked at me now, who would you see? The Fourteenth Noah or the one I used to be? I remember what I could see in your eyes The cold, the hate and anger you tried to hide All the fear of the blood I carry in me The blood of the Noah I could turn out to be So I left, knowing there would be no turning back Now I'm following this path on my own Bearing broken memories that pierce my mind Searching for a truth buried so deep w