Drifting-soul

Something to come home to “Sir, do you have a girlfriend?” The young girl grinned wickedly and her friends stifled giggles as she asked their teacher the burning question. Raymond was surprised at first. He was more than used to this sort of thing from mischievous students and even his own co-workers, but something about the way this girl asked hit him with a strange feeling. It seemed familiar yet he couldn't figure out why. Returning to reality as suddenly as he had left it, he did what he always did in these situations and put on the most nonchalant smile he could. Together with his dazzling green eyes and attractive brown ha

Four Walls The silence of the room was broken. The door swung open abruptly. A man ran inside in a mad panic, hastily slamming it shut behind him. He leant his wheezing, bulky frame against the it. Once his breathing had returned to normal, he pressed his ear against the door. There wasn't a sound from the other side yet he was still filled with anxiety. Still listening, he turned to examine his new surroundings. The walls were painted in a shiny metallic grey and covered in grooves, making them appear sharp. It almost seemed like this room was a separate world from the one outside. Being empty for so long made it seem cold, yet he still f

Through the night Through the night my shadow wanders Cast in the street lamp's orange hue Another leaf drifts to the ground With no one else in sight, I am free to explore What can't be seen or felt in the light Through the night my shadow wanders By day you can't linger on this path Or hear your footsteps echo Another leaf drifts to the ground Dark shapes of hills are distant yet threatening Hidden among them, creatures are lurking Through the night my shadow wanders From the hills a roaring approaches A flash of light floods my eyes Another leaf drifts to the ground No longer alone; the bus fills quickly They head into the

A warrior's world Joras Deathscythe had gazed upon the desolate, war torn landscape stretched out before him more times than he could possibly count. The winds that swept down from the mountains still continuously blew up clouds of the dusty grey earth and dropped it somewhere else, sometimes miles away. Yet the view never changed. It was as if the notion of time didn't exist here. Years had passed and so much had happened since he'd last trodden the silty soil. The World had changed greatly, as had he. But this place remained the same; as if none of it had ever happened. The sudden pain in his stomach reminded him he didn't have time to

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and all its characters and etc belong to Clamp and not me. Obviously, this story has a shonen-ai relationship. If you don’t like that then it’s not my fault so turn back now. It's the first time i've done a fic like this so I apologise if it isn't that good. Otherwise enjoy the story! White as snow Part 1 Yet another freezing cold gust of wind swept through the streets and hit all the people unlucky enough to be outside with what seemed like an invisible wave of ice. Yukito had already lost most of the feeling in his fingers and the numbness was quickly spreading. He knew it was there yet it wasn

The legend of Saint George and Hungry the dragon This is a story that happened a very long time ago in a land very far away. Well, actually it wasn't that long ago and it happened not very far away from here. But that's always how these types of stories start. In that case I'll start the story again. Not that long ago in a place not very far away the whole kingdom was ruled over by a great fearsome dragon. Well actually, the dragon  was great and fearsome but that didn't mean he could rule over an entire kingdom. Dragons are really quite lazy creatures and spend most of their time sleeping, a bit like grown ups. This dragon, who's name was

My hamster is the best room-mate I could possibly have! Although he's shy, and doesn't like it when I take him out of his cage, He always listens. He listens when I talk to him about all the problems in my life. He listens to my sensitive writing, that I can't possibly tell anyone else. And he somehow manages to put up with my loud music! He never answers back, never argues or butts in a comment. Never questions me, shouts at me or laughs at me. Just sits there and listens. And as I lay sulking in my bed, I hear him. Nibbling on his treats or running on his wheel (which squeks), It's comforting, as I know he's there for me. He may