CYSA Ch2: A New School
Thrax sat in the police van quietly, looking down through the floor. His hands were cuffed in front of him and holding a suitcase. Inside the suitcase were the only posessions he had left - his father had decided to get rid of all...
CSYA Ch7: Free-Day
Thrax woke up to the sound of hoots and hollers in the hallway. He pulled the sheets off of himself and quickly got dressed. He then opened his door, some of the younger teenaged anthros were running up and down the halls chanting "Free-day Friday,...
CSYA Ch3: Testing
Thrax woke up, wearing the orange jumpsuit that he had been given, and in the solitary cell he had been placed into yesterday. That was when he realized that the events of the past few days was not a dream, but a nightmare that had escaped into...
CSYA Ch6: School Work
Thrax woke up from Emma gently shaking him. "Good, you're awake," Emma rolled him over onto his stomach and undid the cuffs from the night before, his wrists hurt from being confined the entire night. "We've got a few minutes until breakfast...
CSYA Ch8: Sunrise, Sunset, Swiftly Fly the Years
Cyan team sat in front of Vladimir Kahn's high backed chair, which was turned away from them. Vlad was reading reports on their progress over the past six years. Thrax, Emma and Zane were all now twenty-one, and were about to receive their first...
The Emporer's Rising: Prologue "A visit to the Ancients"
_Knock knock_. The tapping on the door intensified. "Hello, is mistress Ellenorasa Minora home, or Borsovis Forgine present?" shouted a scholarly young man. He had brown eyes, brown hair, and a pale complextion from being indoors most of his life. He...
Poem: Life & Death
The King of the Dead says, "Ne'er they goes" The mourner is not easily consoled The Reaper's cloak conseals the Syth of Souls Even the corpse is covered in mold Life is like a fragile, frail flower Many have tried to take control Even wise men...