The black cloaked figure looked on in spite and hurt. The youthful male had been trying to woo her and he had, and now he was trying to act like he had made her. With a sigh she closed her eyes and whispered. "I am what you want me to be, but you do not know me." The male gaped in shock for he had not expected this. S...
The shadows crept closer and closer. Nothing could be changed. Nothing at all. Except one thing...a small flame of hope that an imagination carried on the now tainted breeze... Maddox a young teen lay dying and withering away in the shadows of an alleyway. When suddenly a small white butterfly dropped from the sky, it...
Lorcan...little fierce one...at least what it means in Irish. Everyone here says a name makes a person. I could sit here all day talking about names but, that isn't important. What is important is the tale and how it unfurls for our little character. This is how it began...however you get to see how it ends.... (I did...