Guldivine found himself hung up on a sharp cluster of spired rocks out in the water. His makeshift raft had long since abandoned him, and as the night went into day, the storm continued onward, unweavering. He was weak and hungry and shivering cold. Off in the far distance he could see land, perhaps one of the Trade Islands he was sailing to. But the distance seemed to far to swim. "Not yet." He t...

High up on the northern cliffsides of the island of Mardoc, a middle aged man with a thick curly black beard sat upon a rock, packing his pipe while staring off to the southwest. The clouds over the endless oceans on the horizon were gathering and starting to flash and rumble during this peaceful sunset. The only other sounds besides the distant rumblings were that of crashing waves into the cliff...

You can be the sword, And I will be your shield, You can cast the judgement, And I'll spare the ones who kneeled, You can be the voice, And I will be the resolve, You can keep it pure, And I will guide you to evolve, You may make mistakes, And I will have your back, You wont know I'm here, And I'll keep you on track,...

As I heard the cry of the last wolf, I knew it was over... Soon everything that we had built and destroyed would be less than nothing. Total Annihilation. No Escape.

There air was hot, a stiff breeze coming from the epicenter of the destruction. Funny how you can watch humanity come to an end from a distance before it reaches you and takes you with it. I knew it was my last few mortal breaths, a...

Alakazar was the biggest baddest dragon in all the lands. He terrorized all the local villages to the point where they paid him tributes in gold. All other dragons in the world paled in comparison... But Alakazar was just his stage name. His real name was Boris... and he was entering the most difficult part of his adult dragon life. . . Middle aged fatherhood.

One morning Boris was grunting and ...

The rhythm walked with us hand in hand, The marching feet across guided land, The rhythm consumed us one and all, The knocking stick against dividing wall,

The rhythm it pushed us moon and light, The construction machines on factory site, The rhythm it made us who we are, The revving engine of a future car,

The rhythm now we owe a debt, The primal groove we did forget, The rhythm is un...

"You've been selected. Call 555 Truth Today!"

That is what the post it note had read. Sonya read the note over and over, a primal fear rising physically through her body like a hotflash staring in the toes and exiting through the scalp. Her mind had already made the assumption, but another part of her absolutely refused to beleive it could actually happen to her. She was trying to rationalize it...

[PART TWO OF 'CUBE']

In the blank white room, sat a simple black table, and two chairs facing eachother. In one chair sat the boy, Dawson. In the opposite chair sat a woman in a black shit, wearing shades. Dawson had come to know 'these people' as 'agents'. He knew they worked for the ones who had murdered the professor. He knew they were interested in the cube, which now rested in the middle of...

Two owls sat in the full moon light, high in a pine tree, watching a darkened dirt road that cut through their forest. Approaching them from down the road was the brightness of one of the human flashlights, and someone walking in their direction.

"Hey Frank, Go see who it is." The owl named Cliff suggested.

"Why don't you do it?" Frank turned his head clear around his head to give an accusitor...

It was all too real to be a dream. There I was, in a room on the second floor of a place called Grimalda's Tavern and Inn. I was looking out on a peaceful sunrise in the sky, and the looming shadow of a tall black wall. It was Taller than anyone could climb. It was Taller than the tallest buildings. Even birds could not fly high enough to cross it. I knew what it was the second I saw it, because I...