ShadowDragon333

Visions of a Dead Girl You have travelled for miles without seeing a single soul. Night has fallen, and you cannot tell where exactly you are. Then upon the horizon you see the outline of a town. The pale light of the half-moon reveals a church steeple and short building; it is probably a small town. No lights are on, and this worries you, as the night is yet young, and at least an inn should have a light on. As you get closer, you realize that your fears are not unfounded. Bullet holes riddle the remaining ruins of the town. Fire had consumed many buildings, and those that remained were crumbling from structural damage.  The stench of rott

End and Beginning  Today's going to be boring again, I just know it… I thought to myself as I headed toward my first period at my high school. I took a shortcut, feeling the wind mess with my somewhat longish, wavy, brown hair as I went outside. I felt like a pack animal, after all I was short and stocky, and carrying a literally forty pound backpack didn't help much. I rubbed the back of my head. I had a migraine coming on. Just my luck, I thought. I was halfway to the other door. Then I heard a high-pitched whistle, and then got pegged in the back of my head- right where it already hurt. I looked up, rubbing my head. I saw wha

My Dream "The day I learn to fly I'm never coming down~ On perfect wings I'll rise Through the layers of the clouds From up there I'll see the neon grids of cities With 6 million people who keep their fires lit..."  -Rise Against, song: "Heaven Knows" I've always wanted to fly. Quite a cliché, eh? But think about it- the world below, wind under your wings, no boundaries. Have you ever seen a city from the air at night? It's a marvelous thing- thousands of lights, multitudes of colors, millions of people, all around, and yet if you want solitude, you only have to fly higher. You can see for miles and miles, the landscape laid out

Day Breaks part 1 Rain fell. My heart froze as I looked at my dead friend, to the living.  The blood formed a stark contrast to the green grass, and the scents of rain, of blood, of adrenaline, of sorrow, all mingled together. Then the body jerked, and Chris screamed. The scent of fear was powerful and cutting as my friends and I gaped in horror at our friend's suffering. Then, scales began to slice through his skin. I remembered when he told us about the scale, and this all made sense. My heart went out to him, since I knew what he was about to experience… if he even was actually alive, and this wasn't just some cruel cosmic joke.

Diary of a Dead Man You survey the battlefield around you. Corpses of soldiers are scattered everywhere, with the carrion birds so numerous it is hard to see the silvery sheen of their armor beneath the black feathers and dark, drying blood. You carefully step around a soldier, the birds taking one glance and returning to their gory feast. You see a collapsed building nearby, charred and marked by battle; but there appears to be something intact and rectangular on the floor of the pit, so you decide to take a look. You carefully climb down into the rubble, and look at your feet. You see a thick, well-worn leather-bound volume. You crouch, an

Black and White Black and white. Good and evil. Right and wrong. As a race, we draw such lines as if everything can be categorized into one or the other. Stealing is wrong. Saving lives is good. Such examples are common in our order-obsessed world. But what about in between? The areas of grey separating black and white? Every act Can have both good and Evil effects. For instance, let's say you save a man's life. Years later he goes insane and kills a family, then Himself. Or let's say you were to steal a loaf of bread, but it kept your child from starving to death. In either case, were you wrong? Were you right? Choices are usually not as

Entwined Fate (MCRET final part/ Into the Light part 5) The first few days after my encounter with the strange old dragon felt tense, as if something were happening that I should know about. However, I went back to my lonely home, not knowing what to do. I knew I needed to get a job and return to normal life, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was haunted by that last dragon; it had acted… humane. More humane than many humans. It decided not to kill us, which I had believed was instinctual for dragons. He spoke, an ability I thought dragons could not possess. Everything I thought I knew about the dragons was blown apart, and I won

MCRET part 2 The next years of my life were spent hunting dragons with the rest of MCRET. Dragons became rarer, until one day… "It looks like this could be the last one," Sergeant Chapman told me. "After all these years, these centuries, all the blood shed… it would appear we are about to succeed in our mission."  I looked at him, and then looked at the screen, with a single dot showing the dragon's approximate location. "This is it son," he told me. "We finish this and the last remaining members of MCRET can go home and lead normal lives again, in a world safe from all mythological creatures." I nodded. "Let's go sir

I'm flying away In the great blue sky Soaring away Bliss, that's all I can say Now I'm falling down What went wrong? In the ocean far below I think I am going to drown Why did it go like this? Was there nothing I could do? Is it just a dream, a nightmare? What happened to my bliss? I am falling away I watch my death approach I can't move, What can I say? I am dying It is all turning gray What's the use in trying When my life is going away? There is nothing I can do I am falling to the sea Halfway there, I scream There is nothing I can do I have lost all control My death approaches The price of flying high The letha

MCRET part 1 The two of us were gasping for air as we leaned against the cool brown stone. "Do you think we evaded it, Nathaniel?" Joel asked me. His muscular frame was drenched in sweat. His SCAR-H was leaning against the wall beside him. My own body was drenched, from the top of my 6' 3" muscular frame to the soles of my feet. "No. And I don't think we can keep this up for much longer…" I sighed. "Soon enough we will probably join Maria and Private Johansson in… death." "Don't give up now! The end can't be that much farther!" "We have at least three miles to go." I remembered how we got into this. We had signed up for the Ar