Short Story - Howling MoonMelda of The Forest Clan wasn't your average Light Elf. She lacked the magic ability to summon things,
which made her below average elves. The only thing she was good at summoning was a little wolf
pup with wings that offered very little protection from enemies. She was average at archery, average
at sword play. She was frowned on by other elves. To make things worse, Melda was the daughter of
one of the elder elves that led the clan. So she was expected to be an over average elf.
Most of the time Melda would sneak out at night and try to make herself a better elf or just to
get away from the other young elves that made fun of her all the time. The other young elves think
Melda would have been better off born a human farm girl.
Melda actually wanted to be a healer, since she actually skills for it. Yet couldn't since her rank in
the clan required her it become an elder, which she didn't want. She also was required to marry, or
'mate' with one of the high ranking even males in the clan.
Short Story - Teach me LoveNicole Spark was your average goody two shoe girl. Who always followed rules. She wasn't one of
those tattle tales that told on everyone. She was just a very sweet girl that everyone liked. She was
that girl that guys wanted to ask out but they were to afraid to get rejected. She had flowing brown
hair, with a few black streaks in her hair. She had a cute young face, a quite curvy body, and bright
blue eyes that were behind a cute pair of glasses.
Everyone who met Nicole assumed the same thing. That she was a cute, little freshman. While
the truth was she was really eighteen years old, and a senior. She got this so much she almost got
point if holding a sign over head that said, Yes I'm really 18 years old, and a senior, whenever she
would met someone new. Part of the reason every one thought she was younger was that; she
looked young for her age. Also that she was literally tiny, around five feet tall actually.
Nicole didn't want to date anyone in the high school she went to, since ab
Time Travel - ancient RomeThe guard roughly shoved Julie in the cell. Falling on the ground she quickly got up and reached
for the bared door. He quickly closed the door and locked it, preventing her from escaping. She
groaned and grasped the cell door bars, glaring at the man. He smiled a smile that scared her.
"Watch out for this one. She's a feisty one," the guard smugly said, not to her but someone else
behind her. The guard laughed, a terrible sound, and walked away. Wonderful! Just wonderful! I'm
stuck in an ancient time where woman were treated like objects. There was a grunt behind her.
She slowly turned around. Her throat suddenly went dry for a number of reasons. There sat a
gladiator that she watched earlier at the arena. A man she had watched brutally killed for the sport of
the crowd. They say he was unbeatable. She swallowed hard and blushed a little as the memory of
also watching him loves a woman, roughly. She had been getting wine from the cellar, and she pasted
a room where she saw him pressin