You are by far one of my favorite dinosaurs. When I think about what was around before there were humans, I think not of the typical scaly, clawed, and fanged land animals. No, I think about the sea creatures and those who graced the skies of that long forgotten world. They have more grace, more beauty then their land-locked relatives.
But I digress. It's you that I'm going to talk about, my dear Elasmosaurus. You're beautiful long neck and streamlined body always manages to catch my attention. The way you must have glided through the water with ease, your giant flippers acting like wings to propel you through the water. The world needs a sea creature like you today.
So why do you hide yourself? They say that you died out a long time ago, but I know you still live. Somewhere out there you exist, hidden in deep lakes and oceans. Why do you do that? We need you, Elasmosaurus. So please, hear by plea and come out of hiding.
Waiting for you,
P.S. You should prob
It's not that I hate you. It's just that I don't think we can get along any more. I've been putting off our separation for a while now, but I think it's about time that you left. You keep me up at night with your ceaseless squeaking. Every little movement that I make evokes your annoyed complaints, and I'm tired of it. You are there for my comfort while I sleep, but instead you force me into the most uncomfortable of positions just to silence you. The rare times that I have guests sleep over I stay awake at night worrying that if I move around you might wake them up.
Even the times that I'm awake I'm filled with disgust for you. I lean back on your headboard and am met with a resounding smack as it hits the wall behind it. The paint where it contacts the wall is wearing thin. I tried to shove something into the space between the wall and your headboard, but that just made things worse.
So, I believe it is both of our best interests if you were to go.
Your disgruntled o
3. Light"I must catch that light."
This line invaded the otherwise silent landscape, sounding flat and without pitch as the sound waves found nothing to bounce off of except for a single stunted tree. The sky was black, with no moon or stars, and the only color was a dark red gleam on the ground and a lone white pinprick of light far in the distance.
"Why?" Asked Raven, perching almost hidden in the twisted branches of the tree.
"I don't know. I just have to." Answered Horse, her voice prickling with annoyance.
"You'll never catch it you know. No one has been able to for thousands of years." Raven glided down to stand on Horse's ink black shoulder, digging her ebony talons into the flesh until one could barely distinguish where one ended and the other began.
"But it has been done." Horse shrugged her shoulders to brush off Raven. "You've told me that story before."
Raven hopped on to the bridge of Horse's nose, aiming her beady black eyes right into her own dark orbs. "And I am now thinking th
Captive HeartThe wind blew bitterly through the trees of the forest, raising a chorus of rustling leaves and panicked animal calls as the creatures that inhabited the land fled to their shelters. The clouds were a threatening dark curtain, blocking out the thin crescent moon and any light it might have been lending to the world below. The freezing air was charged with energy, foreshadowing the ferocity of the coming storm. Here in Caleph, the winter storms were few, but they were usually the most violent of the year, leaving a desolate trail of destruction in its wake. This was no exception.
A heavy rain fell from the oppressive clouds, raising rivers and creating floods in the streets in and around the city. The buildings shuddered in the damaging wind and their peaks were struck multiple times by frequent abnormally blue lightning. The storm was possessed, a true embodiment of the wrath of the gods.
At the very edge of the land of Caleph, along the border with the frigid country of Shivanu, a bui
Maya HazenriName: Maya Hazenri
Quote: "Writers write because more often then not the world they create is much friendlier then the world they live in."
Appearance: Maya is tall and willowy, standing at a lofty height of 6'4" with long limbs and ample curves. Her hair falls in a black curtain to her thighs when it is all the way down, but she usually holds it back with a silver clasp just below her shoulder blades that is in the shape of a Celtic knot. She allows a few of the longer strands to fall into her dark green eyes, which are also shadowed by her side swept bangs. Her clothing if often thought of as eccentric among locals and travelers both, and she seems to have a new one almost everyday. She has fallen into the habit of wearing long robes with wide, flowing sleeves more recently.
Personality: Maya always seems to have energy, almost as if she has a store of it hidden somewhere. She is rarely seen standing in one place at a time, unless she is watching someone perform so
2. LoveWanna see who you are,
Every inch, every scar.
I loved her. That much was certain. Nothing could dispute how much I yearned to have her. Her grace, her beauty, her kindness. I yearned to possess her. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone, yet I was forced to watch her from a distance, of sorts. We had been friends for two years, forced together in class to escape from the insanity that were the other students. Art class was wild and unpredictable, and only our table was an island of calm. Our bond grew from that necessary friendship, but never really evolved into love. Well, not for her. I however, was trapped.
From your head to your toes,
I would be there.
From your bed to your clothes,
I'm in the air.
At that point, my secret was still new. I had only just discovered it. It was like a bruise, painful to the touch, and yet the urge to touch it was impossible to resist. I dove into it and explored the new paths that it opened for me. With its realization, a weight was li