mikeinator6

 It was a cold night that night. The rain was falling alarmingly fast, and a violent wind caused entire houses to creek and groan. The sky was a pitch black and to the inhabitants of the small village, it seemed to float closer to the ground as though a great blanket was pulled over their heads, only separated by the tops of the houses and trees. You would have to be a real fool to go out into this weather. In the top story window of one of the small townhouses of the village a light flickered on, its glow casting an orange dot from behind thick curtains. The curtain was pulled back as an old man came to stare outside into the darkness. T

* * * It was in the beginning of the summer. The nature had woken up from a long and cold winter. The green, smooth sycamore leaves was dangle on the narrow branches, and the magnificent tree which was the guardian of secrets that noone ever should find out, yawned slowly and shaked its branches in its sleep. A soft wind blew through an open window on the third floor to a big white house on the country, and slowly caressed the black hedgehog’s spikes. He closed his eyes to feel the wind better. He felt how it touched all his senses…. “Shadow!” Frustrated he opened his eyes again and shouted back annoying: “Yeah

"mom i will do that later!" "no buts Faith! you're cleaning you're room and you will do it now!" yelled my mom from the foot of the stairs. she always did that on a weekend. I was always told, saturday and sunday is cleanday and workday... wasnt a weekend supposed to exist to take a break from school? to my mom it was not... *sigh* better get this over with then, i thought to myself. picking up my things from my desk and putting them in their proper places. sweeping the floor from left to right. arranging my books and straightening my bedcovers. after a few hours my mom knocked on the doorand came in for inspection. she looked fro