WirelessBubbles

 If somebody had walked up to Fayth Daniels on the day that she met Billy Rommston and told her that one day he would be the most important boy in her life, she wouldn't have believed them. In fact, she probably would have called them a liar, informed them that boys had cooties, and then kicked them in the shin before running off to play on the swings with everybody else. They were six at the time - though Billy was four days older and took great pride in reminding Fayth of that every time December rolled around in the years after. Both stuck in a first grade class with an elderly teacher who always smelled of figs and told very boring stor

Here was the setting I made for the forum: Midnight Grande Masquerade Ball Masquerade... Paper faces on parade... Hide your face and the world will never find you... Nestled deep in a beautiful valley lies a splendid palace. The only way to get there is a wide road paved in stones, well tended and lined with thousands of trees. With no other building for miles, one might expect the castle to be deserted. However, it is never empty. Every window is lit, every night. The ballroom is full of people, swirling in an intricate dance that is impossible to understand until you join. A band plays in the corner, incredibly skilled and able to take n

If one were to wander through the wide cobblestone streets of this quaint town, they would see all of the normal things. A busy tavern, a welcoming inn, shops that sold everything from hats and dresses to farming gear. Each thing, each person seemed to have a precise purpose and place. Nothing was out of the ordinary, there was no single piece that didn't fit the picturesque puzzle laid out for all to see. However, if that same wandering soul decided to be a bit more curious than the average housecat, they would find a world thriving just below the radar. Werewolves, vampires, demons, angels, all sorts of 'freaks' were mixed right in with the

"Hurry up, there's somebody coming on the other side of the bridge," a man's voice, low and harsh in the cold night air. He was speaking to a woman who had her hands full, literally. In one hand she had a tiny boy with black fox ears and a bushy black tail, and he was flailing around desperately. With a fluid motion, she tied a cement brick around his tail and shoved him off the bridge. He yelped, but it was muffled by the rushing river below, and he soon hit. He never surfaced, of course, just as his brother and two sisters hadn't before him. There was only one left, a girl. The woman grabbed her next and she shrieked, terrified. Immediately