30 Days of Writing: RestlessSeventeen year old Myra sat lazily in the window seat of her room with her arm hanging over her bent leg. She stared idly out the window at the neighborhood as the trees swayed in the gentle breeze. This breeze went through her slightly open window and wafted through the sheer, light blue curtains. It had been approximately seven months since she had last ventured into her world of Valaria, and she was becoming anxious to go back. There was one thing that held her back though, and that was the fear of getting attacked again.
The last time she had entered her world she had been plagued with nightmares after her traumatic experience. She had only been in the Evergreen Forest for five minutes when a deep black shadowy mist had enshrouded her then dissipated to reveal five heavily armored dark knights with broad swords that glinted in the sunlight. Using her bright blue pencil, she had quickly traced the outline of her most prized sword, Rachana, and had snatched it in mid air the moment i
30 Days of Writing: AccusationTrent led Myra up the stairs as the sounds of clinking dishes his mother was clearing followed them. They had had a wonderful dinner with his mother, who had been in such high spirits the entire evening. Now, though, was the time for Trent and Myra to do a little catching up of their own. Once they reached the top of the stairs, Trent turned, led Myra down the hall, and opened the last door on the left to reveal his childhood bedroom. Myra stepped in slowly, then twirled around with a kind smile on her face.
"It sure hasn't changed now, has it?" She observed as she did a once around while Trent closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
"No, it hasn't. I guess since mom wasn't able to see me, she wanted to retain some semblance of my existence. It must have been difficult to not even be able to see her own son." Trent's shoulders sagged with this thought and he averted his gaze to the soft carpeted floor.
Myra bit her lip as she saw this and immediately reached out to place her
30 Days of Writing: BeginningA soft sigh escaped the boy's lips as he swung his legs to and fro whilst sitting on the back of the moving truck he had just helped unloading with his family earlier that morning. The young boy looked around his new neighborhood as a light wind blew through the trees, loosing a few autumn colored leaves from their branches. It certainly was a huge change from New York, that was something that Trent was sure of.
It hadn't been a month since his parents had decided to make the move from New York City to the small town of Sierra Falls two hours north. Even though he was only eight years old, Trent had noticed something had changed between his parents. Over the last three years, his father had been putting in longer hours at the law firm in order to gain a promotion to partner. Trent and his mother had believed that once he got the promotion he so desperately desired that everything would return to normal for their family. Alas, this was not the case. Shortly after Trent's father was prom
Shattered: Break It DownSeveral days went by where Arnold didn't return to the hospital. He didn't think he would be able to handle seeing Helga lying helpless in a hospital bed, especially after Phoebe told him on the first day of her admission that she had been intubated for the surgery. The tube had since been removed, but he knew that it was an image that he didn't want burned into his mind.
It was the evening of the fourth day since the accident and Arnold sat at the dinner table with his grandparents. Aimlessly he fiddled with the green peas and corn mix his grandmother had prepared while his grandparents looked on with concern. Finally, Gertie motioned to Phil to help his grandson with whatever conundrum was filling his mind.
"Everything okay, Shortman?" Phil ventured in a calm voice.
Sighing he slumped his shoulders, then went back to fiddling with his food with a melancholy expression as he somberly responded, "Everything's fine, Grandpa."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with your friend with the