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"I just don't understand why we have to go to another one of the these things." "Stop being a brat." A quick glance in the mirror to smooth lapels and straighten a crooked bow tie. The scoff behind him made him roll his eyes. "Well, Kenway, if you had to put your entire life on display for the amusement of the public every night, you might be able to understand why I have absolutely no interest in attending another one of Mother's little parties." She was still carefully applying her makeup in the mirror on the opposite side of the room, which was better than the last time when she tried to go to a banquet with the Queen in ratty jeans and

The sun was setting, casting brilliant purples and reds and golds across a darkening sky. He tried so hard not to focus on the symbolism, the end of an era, of a legend, but there was little else to occupy his mind. What else was left, but the end. A simple mound of recently dug up ground, a stone marker, all that remained that which had consumed his life. A fading story, a name held in whispers, a kingdom that would shine no more. Rays caught on the lake, casting a golden glow over the earth. (The grave, he refused to think.) The earth was vibrant, the greens and blues of the woods and the water, the skies swirls of colors, creating the ric

Princess Stephanie ran out into the courtyard of the McHale Palace, fighting through the hoards of panicking peasants, only to find the castle under siege by the now half blind dragon from earlier, flying around the castle turrets and unleashing great gusts of fire, and a virtual army of bandits swarming on the ground, pouring over the drawbridge. Knight Krier had already entered the fray, alongside the palace guards, but they were outnumbered, and the bandits had the advantage of a fire breathing dragon wreaking havoc unchecked throughout the square. Dragons were a rare sight in Jefferson Park, and as such, the castle was ill equipped to def

I keep waiting for inspiration to strike. I forget that inspiration is not like lightning. There is no sudden flash, no brilliant revelation. But more importantly, it does not strike only once. Lightning is beautiful, but it is fleeting. Inspiration will stick around for the long haul, if only one remembers how to channel it. It will put up a fight, but if you can continue to drag those words, images, phrases out of your head, kicking and screaming if need be, then it will all be worth it in the end. Like the gladiator fights of old, this will be a battle to the death, but once you've won, whatever you've created will be yours forever. Don't

Many years ago, long before 'once upon a time' was ruined by every fairy tale ever, in the great and magical land of Chicago-lot, and its surrounding lands, the Burb-villas, there was a delightful young maiden who ruled over the land of Elmhurst-shire. Princess Stephanie, as she was known, was beloved by all the people of Elmhurst-shire and she had many suitors, although she never took one for her prince. Princess Stephanie preferred to engage in other activities besides courting with the young lovers who lined up for her down the palace steps. Chief among those activities was dragon slaying. It was not true dragon slaying of course. Princes

That's not a dream - it's a death sentence Pack it in, kid, because there's no way To go from mediocre and average To extraordinary. We'd all like to see you try Just so we can be around to watch you fall. But in the end, You're just a foolish kid With a foolish dream. Go ahead and try, We'll be there to witness your failure, Watch you kill yourself to get nowhere. And when you surprise us all And fulfill every dream We'll be there to say We believed in you all along.

They sat together, intertwined on the couch. The television played quietly in front of them, although neither were watching the scenes unfolding before them. She was pressed firmly into his side, her head lying on his chest, just high enough to hear his heartbeat. He gently tousled her hair, fingers twining through the long strands. They were silent, lost to their private worlds made of their own thoughts. "Are you bored as well?" the girl finally asked, her voice soft, as if she feared to break the stillness that had fallen over the room. "There aren't any fireworks anymore," he agreed. They both knew he was not speaking of firecrackers.

 It was always windy here. The winter just turned the wind into a cold, terrible entity that whipped around the skyline and drilled straight through all the layers a person could put on to embed itself deep within the bone. The train stops were among the worst places to wait in the winter. The underground ones were not as bad, although some of them tended to be rather drafty. It was the overhead stops that really seemed to intensify the cold, especially whenever the trains ran late, as they were this night. Zach had been waiting at the train stop ever since his late shift at the diner had finished nearly an hour ago. He lay sprawled on one o

There's an empty street And it leads straight up to your door But there's no one home And the doorbell echoes on and on and on So maybe you ran away And maybe you're hiding Your face, your heart It's all under lock and key But I've got a good job to do This is worth remembering Everything's coming up empty promises You should've stayed dead If you ever were alive in that empty shell of yours There is no fire in your eyes Your heart is as cold as the winter winds You walked the wrong way home And the empty street swallowed you whole But I have a good job to do.

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Matthew Leonardo Virtolli, MLV$ to his friends. He was a struggling musician in the little town of Chicago, but he was determined to make it big someday. Of course, there were numerous struggling musicians, all working towards the same goal, all competing against MLV$, but MLV$ truly believed that he had the talent and perseverance and heart to actually achieve it. The world, naturally, would not let MLV$ get away with just wishful dreaming. It constantly smacked him down, reminding MLV$ who was really the bitch in their relationship, but MLV$ just kept right on going. When he didn't have enough