"Hyperion: The Watchers" by micrody Her brown boots were dusty, her tea-colored dress tucked underneath her to keep from touching the splintering wood. She held a wide-brimmed hat in her left hand, fanning herself till the gold waves of her hair bounced up and down like a breeze had blown by...
Hyperion: The Watchers She held a wide-brimmed hat in her left hand, fanning herself till the gold waves of her hair bounced up and down like a breeze had blown by.
Daylight's Dirge: Part Five Parlax frowned, typing a few commands into the computer. An image of Neopia filled the screen. "Where are you planning to attack?"
To the Infamous, We Salute You: Part Four Tally felt her eyes well up with tears. She had been gone for longer than two hours. She was going to look like this forever.