My-Secret-Life

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. To push myself to go on without you, knowing I would never see you again, hear your laugh, or feel your loving embrace. It seemed too horrible to be true; how could something so terrible be real? Everything was just fine yesterday. What happened? Who did this? And why? I understand the science behind it, but I'm still left with those questions. Why you? After hundreds, maybe thousands, of people had beaten this, why you? It's not your fault, I know that. You looked great; I had the confidence that you were going to beat this. You were scared, I could see that; I was too, but I kept telling myself e

Deep in the forest, past the thick blanket of trees, was a hidden colony. This colony was full of strong and attractive warriors; all were trained in the art of battle once they reached adulthood in order to protect their queen. The queen of the colony was a beautiful young woman with bright green eyes and long, snow-white hair. She was loved by all of her loyal soldiers, for she was as kind as she was fair. Because of her loveliness and white hair, she had earned the nick name the 'White Beauty', or the 'White Bee' for short. Though the whole colony worked together to protect the queen, there was a group of knights assigned to guard her aro

The snow fell gracefully from the sky; a steady stream of the white power keeping the streets and ground covered. However, despite the amount of crystal winter dust over the sidewalk, it made no noise under his heavy boots as he walked. It was because he wasn't really there… No one could see this lone ghost walking this busy city sidewalk on New Year's Eve… It didn't matter to him though; he was just out for the fresh air. He sighed, his breath not even coming out as a cloud. Again, it didn't matter. He looked around, smiling as the crowd bustled along to get out of the cold, make it home to their families, or finish up some last

The harsh winter wind blew fiercely outside, causing a howling noise to sound through the apartment. The resident glanced up from his reading, turning his masked face towards the window. He looked out into the night, watching a tree bend in the wind, almost expecting the skinny plant to snap like a twig. The wind stopped for a moment, letting the tree stand upright once more. He turned back to his book, starting at the paragraph he left off on. In the quietness, it was easy to become engrossed in any task; but skilled shinobi always kept their senses alert, no matter how deep into their tasks they were. This ninja was no different.  He sighe