StarlightShadowdust

Oh, shit, they're staring.  I flashed an apologetic smile and awkwardly hefted my giant suitcase into the seat by the window.  My smaller, hunter-green suitcase I tucked underneath the table, resting my legs against it.  My laptop bag sat in my lap, squished between my stomach and the edge of the plastic table – I have to get a new one of these.  The three young adults – around my age, maybe younger, if I had to hazard a guess – turned back and continued talking amongst themselves. I thought people here were supposed to be really nice.  But they'd just watched me clamber onto the train, tripping over myself and self-consciousl

Dancing An excerpt from a possible novel by Danni Maria Lemanski’s heels clicked briskly against the floor as she made her way through the naked hall.  The Offices always gave people a feeling of a nightmarish asylum, but to Maria, it was a safe haven.  The nothingness of the muted white institute was a welcome reprieve from her work at the Symmetry. She stopped at the tenth door to the left, resting her knuckles on the painted wood as her eyes moved over the familiar gold letters. BRIGADIER GENERAL SETH LOCKHART Once her eyes adjusted to the sudden change of light to dark, she noticed that, as always, he sat at his giant desk.  

Outnumbered, You Don't Dare Make A Stand Everyone has a musical ancestry.  Some have The Beatles, others The Rolling Stones.  Queen, Michael Jackson, KISS, Simon and Garfunkel, The Who, Elton John, Billy Joel, Duran Duran, Bruce Springsteen.  Something our parents listened to, the lifeblood of our music today.  Maybe it's an artist or a band we love, but squirrel it away as a guilty pleasure, or display it for everyone to see.  While I was raised on many of those classic names, one in particular sticks with me: Bob Seger.  "Well," said one of my high school teachers, decked out in a checkered bowtie and slacks peppered with sailboats, "of c

Cascades crash around the palace. Countries await, baited, alcoholic breath. Calm blood and turbulent sky meet.  Murmurs of men, whispers of women. Footsteps echo in the hush. Brilliant blue glides forward to accept the golden future on his brow.

A/N: I don’t even know where this sprung from, it just attacked my brain and started writing itself. Who do you think it is? Disclaimer: I don’t own Shadow, he’s copyright SEGA and Sonic Team.  I did, however, write this fanfiction, so don’t steal it! The Highest Price _______________ “One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.” ~Friedrich Nietzsche _______________ Not mortal, not subject to dying or death; remembered or celebrated through all time; not liable to perish or decay; perpetual; lasting; constant; a person of enduring fame; undying. Immortal.