raven4998

        Life. Such a strange thing. People spend most of it trying to find a reason for it, only to end up with a bunch of wasted time and an inversely proportionate amount of answers. Meaning they don't have the best of luck. Some people go through their entire lives without doing anything interesting or noteworthy, or being much of anything. They just exist. I thought I was going to be one of those people, until that day. If I had the choice to go back and change things, I might have fought back more initially. But part of me knows that no matter what had happened over that span of time, I wouldn't have done a single thing different, becaus

Wind blows through the leaves, creating a rustling sound that is much like a whisper.  The air is filled with tension, as if the whole world is upon a knife-edge. The once bright sun is quickly covered with swirling masses of black clouds, bathing the world in complete darkness.  If there had been any humans left, they would be screaming in a desperate attempt to understand.  Sadly, the human race disappeared many thousands of years ago.   It started with the Great War.  There was not a single country that wasn’t participating.  It was a time when man had mastered the art of warfare.  They employed a wide variety of weapons, both mecha

In its nest above the world, the phoenix sat, shrouded in the inky black emptiness of space. It watched with immense curiosity as its subjects, unaware that they were being monitored at close range by this fiery bird, slept, waiting for the dawn to bathe the Earth in light and warmth. The phoenix’s feathers were the essence of flame, and its malicious, piercing red eyes seemed to stare right into your soul, trying to figure out who you truly are. It sensed that the time for morning was upon it, and it prepared for its ascent across the black sky to banish the icy flame from its domain as ruler of the sky. As dawn approached, the phoenix