Fire Went The Wind

d decided to turn back to his food. This

g for a place to sit at the far ends of the table. There was none. So with tray in hand she walked back along the

ft and right both decided they were full and went to return their half full plates at t

r the persistent and inscrutable stares or the whispers that followed. She ate her plain rice in silence, her eyes on the table. Chad could not explain why, but he kept staring at her. There was nothing breathtaking about her. No awe-inspiring beauty or h

ant. They met with Chad’s f

ooked back i

though. In a friendly storm, she had dumped the recyclable,

om after she had left. Chad felt an itching stab in his stomach.

ling. This was his only form of defense against the ferret crackling and rattling on the bed beside him. His main thought, however, was the girl. The gazelle. The unexplained behavior of those that had sat beside her and the onlookers. How they had fled from her presence like flies. There had been hatre

He had now moved on to how nice the toilets were. He finally decided that the only thing Myles knew about girls was their backside as he stealthily and soun

t lived off of the light of another. An ungrateful wretch that usurped the glory o

his father, “The beer master”. And for good reason. The man could not hold his liquor, or more precisely, let it go. School e

es and three years later it was his turn to get them through. And they did. But he was gunning for the top position. To have his school walk away with the trophy, to be the best school in all the six provinces with him, Chad Casey Holmes, at the forefront yelling the battle cry and wielding a blunderbuss like the men of old. The p

Blue Moon Seminar, the seminar that only took place once ev

. His to convince. To captivate. The ball was in his court. The audience was eagerly expecting one of his grand openings: a quote from a famous philosopher, a friendly and heartwarming joke meant to underhandedly slander the morale of the rival team and gain more of the audience’s trus

an almost yellow and navy blue coat consuming the most part of his upper body like he wa

l. He just stood there, staring at his father. It was a bunny staring into the ravenous eyes of a jackal, his father being the latter. His thumb

wos and threes they began to stare where the bunny's eyes