The Day I Meet A Hero Chapter Seven
I cannot wait any longer! I want to finish this story! Even though I have more than 12 chapters remaining. Sorry for the wait, the recent Hurricane damaged my home, but thankfully no one got hurt. Here lies the story everyone wants to read! Spyro!...
the Day I Meet a Hero Chapter Six Part Two
### _Sorry for the wait, I have not been able to get on as much after karate class, I wonder when these people think that they would ever reach my rank? They have more than ten years to catch up with me. But most people quit after a few weeks, two...
The day I Meet A Hero Chapter Six Part one
He never called michael son, nor did he call dave son. she wondered even more now. "spyro, is michael are real father?" spyro looked down to his paws. then looked at nicole. his face rising up slowly. he had tears in his eyes.
The Day I Meet a Hero Chapter Five
I know that these are short but they all add up in the end into about 15 Chapters told (30 of these short ones) It took us a while to get to the next town. We had stopped and had gone swimming in the stream that we were following to WarFang. I...
The Day I Meet a Hero Chapter FourS
Chapter Four As we head for the dragon city of WarFang, we stopped at a few places and got launch at this kind of small place, it seemed not meant for dragons but for moles and other smaller creatures. The name was called "Dave's Den" ironic,...
The Day I Meet a Hero Chapter Three
The news shocked me very much. I was dead struck. I could not move. I could not believe this. But the look in his, the fire in his eyes was burning hot a flame. It was no doubt it was true. Why would there be any reason for him to lie to me,...
THE DAY I MEET A HERO CHAPTER 12
Chapter 12 I was always told to keep my hands to myself. Never fight and never fight back. Yet so many years.... So many brawls that I could not keep my hands down. I put them up, but then there is laughter. The Evil pain of that horrible...
Search For His Happiness Chapter 2
"how dare you even call me your son!" the boy growled softly, his chest heaving in rising anger. "you call me by my name, wolf. silver, not bale. i am not your son..."
The Blanket — 5
Living in a suburb was a good thing, at least if you had angst and friends. Ed had measures of both of those things, and whether or not they were equal amounts was a question up in the air. He'd pulled away from most of his social circles, now that...
Farewell, My Son.
A "eulogy"/farewell poem to my "son" that i will probably never see again. farewell, my son. by murphy slaugh farewell, cody, my dear son. while we were together we had lots of fun.
To My Absent Son
A poem/song regarding my son who i may never see again, telling him what i wish i could. to my absent son by carl blessing/murphy slaugh my absent son, it's been many months since i last saw your face.
My Blind Son
Hugging my son, in his best friends bedroom. my son, my blind son, can see again.