HoldingOnForever

A SMALL MOMENT- Your author wishes to share this small, peculiar moment with you. It doesn't really fit anywhere, but you might enjoy it. It takes place on a hill. A soldier stood atop it looking down at the camp below. It was a monotonous job, but he did it anyway. His hair was messy, and his uniform tattered. The only bright on him were his eyes. It was like someone dyed them so blue; they couldn't even be compared to the sea. If we pan down the hill, we'd meet a girl. She had wavy blonde hair that had grown long, thanks to the treatment at the cap. Her deep brown pools had grown wide at the sight before her. Her head turned upwards and t

     The morning sun rose all too soon.  Kuno had been on last watch, so he was already awake.  He wandered from tent to tent kicking people awake.  Vorian and Kross awoke and got dressed, as they made their way out of the tent they saw Kuno dashing out of the girls' tent laughing as he dodged a flying chunk of ice.       A furious Asuka came barreling out of her tent clad only in a pair of small shorts and a tank top.  Her skin was wet and covered with goose bumps, yet her face was red with heated rage.  "KUNO UTO!" She raged, "I swear, if you ever fill my sleeping bag with snow again, I will kick you so hard that you won't be able to stan

Being a potato is hard, ya know? I mean first you have to get away from people who want to cut you up or cook you, but that's hard without any legs or feet. But, I have a bigger problem. I'm in love with a carrot. Yes, a carrot. She is the most beautiful carrot I've ever seen, and trust me , I've seen a lot of them. Here's where our relationship gets complicated. Her parents don't want her to be with me because they say I'm a "couch potato." But I live in a bin in a refrigerator! I've never set my imaginary foot on a couch or any other furniture! I just wish they would be accepting like my parents are-would be. My ma got boiled and my pa ma

Claudia nearly made it passed him when Mario grabbed her arm. "Where do you think you are going?"  He asked, his voice suddenly serious. "If you're not going out to look for Ezio, then I will!" She answered, trying to break free of his grip. "No, you are NOT going out there. I will." Mario replied. "Stay here with your mother. Keep an eye on her. I will find your brother." He finished, pointing her back inside. "Bu--" Claudia tried, only to be cut off. "Claudia." Mario spoke sternly, shaking his head in disapproval. "Fine." She replied, obviously upset. She hated being told no, but she knew her uncle was right. She stared up a

The hallucinations were getting worse.  Desmond tried not to let his eyes slide to the apparitions flanking him on either side but this was quickly becoming ridiculous.  Things had been… well not normal, but perhaps ignorable for a while.  Desmond had only had flashes of things at the beginning, half-seen images of armored Templars, a high walled fortress he suspected might be Masyaf, Venetian alleys… things like that.  And, while totally not normal, these weird images were fairly easy to ignore.  Then there'd been full-blown visions where he'd suddenly come to in twelfth century Syria or fifteenth century Florence and Desmond no lo