Wylrin

This early winter day was going downhill fast. Not minutes before, Jack Frost had been frolicking about with Jamie and the other children of Burgess. Now that they could see him, they had twice as much fun together. It was nice to actually take part in their games instead of merely watching from the sidelines. Snowballs which were once reserved for each other were now aimed at him as well. Not that he minded. The cold hardly bothered the winter spirit. If anything, he enjoyed being pelted with many a snowball, hearing the triumphant laughs of the children being the main reason he allowed himself to get hit in the first place. He was just in

Fandom: Aliens Ate My Homework - - - It was something that concerned it. The Ferkel did not have a “weakest link” by any means, but Madame Pong was a diplomat, a creature of words. She was in no way designed to fight or defend herself, and that was something their enemies surely knew and would surely exploit. And exploit they did. Seeing their diplomat being held at gunpoint unleashed a sort of rage within it that it was not very familiar with. Warrior Science dictated that righteous anger should be used to fuel one's strength, but this type of rage went beyond that. It was nearly blinding. It took everything in its power to k

She should have seen it coming. Of course there would be something off about him, despite his best attempts at blending into human society. She hadn't thought anything of it when he'd walked from his house to hers to their weekly breakfast together, which they held mostly for the sake of staying in contact with one another. What she did think something of was when he'd walked all the way to school and back everyday. It was over a half an hour walk. They needed to talk. - - - It wasn't that he didn't know how to drive, per se. It was more so he didn't like driving. The fumes the car gave off were slowly killing the planet for one thing. An