TheWriterSantas

"Thank you Mr. Harrison." Jackson said smiling. Beep. He sighed, removing the headphones. He looked around, hoping to see something interesting, but he saw the same old white walls, the same old boring cubicles surrounding him and the same old people busy talking to customers. He sighed; the decently lit room made it look like it was still noon outside and he hated it… "Troublesome customer?" asked Jenny. "Nah, I'm just a little tired today," he said, looking at the clock. "Well your shift is almost over," Jenny said, following his gaze. "Yeah," Jackson said, rubbing his temples. "Man you look awful," Brad said, peeking at him fr

A group of five teenagers were huddled in the corner, their eyes fixed intently on an old CRT monitor fixed in one of the far end of the old and rusty industrial container. A dim flickering tungsten lamp was the only source of light in the container and it made the container look creepier, as the light coming from it enveloped the room in an orange glow. Silence as thick as ice surrounded them and it seemed as if none of the five teenagers were breathing. Except the old CRT monitor and the lamp, the room was virtually empty. A dark gloomy atmosphere had settled in the room. "When will he tell us?" a black-haired boy spoke, his face held fi

"Imagine a world full of garbage. Humans walking around, their mere existence destroying the land they live on." Chief Grayden was saying. "Then, look at Zanziquard. Flawless beauty, people, land. I mean, would you want to live there? There, where those oblivious creatures don't even know that beings of higher intelligence exist? We may be at war with Grigorise, but that doesn't mean we must escape our homeland to live there!" He had a point. Ever since the war began, Fremonts, creatures that live on Zanziquard, a planet, have been escaping to Earth, disguised as humans. The thing is, their disguise was wearing down by the second as the plan

Dear Leah, How are you my love it has been so long? Since last I've seen you it is tough out here on my own. Like some old man I can't help but remember the past And oh Leah I remember still The day we crossed paths When I first meet you on that hot July evening Now six years ago since the day we became bonded I hated you with all my heart If I'd know the type of trouble you'd have been Surely I wouldn't have made such a fool of myself And though you may hate me and I you It seems to be that we are inseparable Dear Leah Because even in the pain we seem to find pleasure When times are hard we take it out on each other In in some

He looks at his son Love made clear by his expression, Exhaustion made clear by his half lidded eyes. Gently he strokes the hair, So similar to his own He thinks of his younger days, As his son falls asleep. He's not really asleep, Just listening to his fathers breath trying halfheartedly to appear unconscious His head is filled with adventures Castles, dragons, pirates, magic. Tonight he saves his father from being eaten by a troll.