ShadowKagero

People talk about a place in San Francisco, a little hole-in-the-wall kind of place; the place you only stumble upon. It's called SolaLuna. The humble exterior belies its exquisite, old-time interior; when you walk through the door, you'll feel like you've stepped through a time portal to another time that has, sadly, long passed. A time where strangers shared a table and talked and joked together as if they were long-time friends. A time where a dressed up waiter would take your order and hand craft a work of perfection just for you, while making you feel at home and taken care of. This is SolaLuna. People sometimes find themselves walking

[Text has been translated from MeowMeow. With the nature of the translation, it is likely that either this entire translation is correct, or none of it is] Hello! My name is Meow-Mew, but my Human friends call me 'The Cat'. I am a felinid, a human like creature with feline features. Felinids are commonly referred to as "Cats". Humans and Felinids share no common ancestors, but somehow its common belief that Felinids are Demi-Humans; this is stupid, Felinids are clearly superior in every way. Us Felinids look exactly like humans, except for the cat ears perched atop our heads and the tails coming out of the bottom of our spines, not to mentio

This week, Dance International had an exclusive interview with the newly crowned World Swing Champions, Thomas (17) and Declan Quinn (16) and their brother/manager David Quinn (20). (Interview by Aaron Bergman) Aaron Bergman: First of all, congratulations to the two of you! It must have been difficult to defeat the team that had the title before you. Thomas Quinn: Thank you. It took a lot of practice and determination to pull off. Declan Quinn: Thank you, it's something we've been aiming for since we started going competitive. I never thought we'd accomplish that dream so soon, though! AB: Now the magazine just wanted to review some frequ

Too bright. He rolled over. Thud. Now he wasn't on the bed. Macy groaned, slowly opening his eyes. His vision was greeted by Sampson, his potted blueberry bush, whose flower covered branches were gently waving in the early morning breeze. “At least someone's happy.” He said, pouting. He picked himself up off the carpet, put his pillow back on the bed, and stumbled lazily over to his desk. The cherry wood desk was shorter than normal, to account for its user's lack of height. Macy climbed into his chair, a normal, ubiquitous, piece of furniture that seemed out of place next to the eye-catching piece in front of it. His thesis was s

Chapter 1 “None of us know the full extent of what’s going on. I'm not even sure they do either.” – Captain Elright Mikail sighed in disappointment as he heard the front door to his suburban house open and then close. His son was home early from school. Four hours early. He stood up from his well-worn leather chair as he heard his son’s bedroom door squeak closed. “What’d you do this time..” He glanced at the picture of his son on his desk and sighed. There was a reason for Thomas was here, and it more than likely had to do with why he was home so early today, and last Monday, and the Wednesday

I felt it coming; it started gradually, before hitting me like a freight train. I grabbed at my chest with one hand, the other reaching for the large glass of Orange Juice on the counter to my left. 'Damn it,' my thoughts were racing, 'I’m not gonna die here!' My heart was pounding, its usual vain attempt to neutralize the acid in my blood. In fact, it was slowly spreading it. I managed to wrap my hand around the glass and wrench it to my mouth, draining the liquid down my throat. Now I just had to wait, whatever special molecule that existed in OJ would begin to neutralize the acid my heart was spreading. Why is my heart physically try

My name is Macy, and I am a senior at Woodbridge Academy, which I attend on an academic scholarship. I only have two friends, but we'll get to why later. Their names are Matt Humphrey and Jason Murphy. I am 17 years old, 5' 3" and 90 lbs. My hair is amber colored and my eyes have been described to look like bronze. I grew up in a notoriously dangerous inner city, and this caused me to be meek and timid. I am very quiet and easily startled. My arms are usually up in front of my face, so I can hide behind them when I get scared. It doesn't really help though. I am very afraid of strangers, because I used to be surrounded by murder and violence.

*A tall, young-looking teenager sits in a wooden chair in front of a large metal desk. The desk is littered with papers and file folders. He is fidgeting and keeping tabs on everything around him* ???: Thomas? *The boy quickly turns around with a sound of sheer terror. He very nearly falls out of the chair. The Adoption Attorney is behind him, standing in the doorway.* A.A.: Oh, I’m sorry dear! The family wants to see you. *Thomas timidly stands up and follows the woman, making sure there is significant space between the two of them, continuing to monitor his surroundings* ???: Tom! *Thomas’ head perks up at the sound of the