Foxie scribbles (Not but a memory)
Well, I have a habit of writing little things from time to time when an idea finds it's way into my mind. I like to toy with it till I make something that I fancy is decent, at least a little. And that is going to be here~ Starting with song lyrics.....
Cinders and Shadows (chapter 5)
Chapter five: Is trapped the right word? Well what could I do? I didn't really want to spend time with Ryu, because that sounded hazardous. And climbing out my window wasn't looking like a good option. I starred at Simone's outstretched hand and...
Cinders and Shadows (Chapter 4)
Chapter four: The end of an era, and the beginning of something bigger Well there I was, alone. Snow was who knows were and I wasn't sure what to do. I could go back to our house in the school, but there wasn't much to do there. Most of my energy had...
Cinder and Shadows (Chapter 3)
Chapter three: How it ended Yes its true, Snow was arrested. But its not really what you think. This was a few years latter and the little scam wasn't really so little... Or a scam at all. The plan was elaborate but the aim wasn't to get any large sum...
Cinders and Shadows (chapter 2)
Chapter Two: Life on the streets Life on the street was great. It may sound weird, but I loved it. I wandered around the first day, pondering on how I was going to get a decent meal. I had standards, I may have been living on the street but I was not...
Cinder and Shadows (Chapter 1)
Chapter one: Were it all began I think I will start the story from the beginning. So our story will start with my childhood. I never knew my parents, the first thing I remember is the god awful orphanage. The orphanage itself looked bright and...
Within another's life (short story)
**Another's life** Awakening from a deep sleep is not a desirable thing at the best of time, I think we can all agree on that. Waking up from a shallow sleepless night can be worse, or waking up to a nightmare. I've had all of those before, as I'm...
As Angels Fall and Demons Fade
Everyone has their story. Some of them are easy and happy, but some are told through pain and suffering. So was the birth of me and my sister. I wont pretend to know our lineage. Who our mother and father were I've next to no idea. Least none that I...
Foxie scribbles 2.0
The feel of life, the taste of death The sound of your loved one's breath The world in motion, but this moment still Your mind filled only with the chill The world on fire, but his breath like ice Everything you freely sacrifice A night to...