SiraWolfe

    I remember how simple life used to be. School was boring, full of teachers who loved yet hated their jobs and students who wanted nothing more than to hang around with their friends. I remember wishing I could leave and travel the world, learning the stories that swirled around me. I spent so much time in the library back then. I read every book they had. Even the public library learned who I was and let me know when they got a new shipment in. I had first claim to most of the books so I could have their stories for later. What I wasn't aware of was how much this would effect my future.    I loved collecting stories. Anything I read, I t

I wrote a book. Some of you have read it, most of you haven't. This book is exactly what's going on in America today. The difference: our soldiers and government officials are getting killed outside of our borders, and the dictator is calling himself the president. What happened to America? Where are the men and women who believe in the Constitution? Where are the men and women who want this to stop? Aren't we Americans? Isn't this our country? Do we want some hopped up dictator forcing us to do things we don't want? Making us use a healthcare law we know nothing about, shutting down memorials and national parks just because the government sh

     It’s hard to remember what happened before. How my life was. But I do remember. I remember waking up every Saturday and eating waffles with my mom while Dad drank his one cup of coffee before heading off to his job as a janitor. I can remember watching cartoons too. Things like Recess and Doug. I think we had a dog, but that may be just something that I wanted. I vaguely remember going to school. I was in the ninth grade. I’d just started. I remember making friends with a couple sophomores on the first day, but I can’t remember their names. I…I remember thinking one of them was like my older brother.     My brot

I stared at the monster in front of me. It was ugly. It had the head of a wolf, the body of a bear, the paws of a lion with eight inch claws, and the tail of a monkey. Its eyes were blood red, and its teeth poked out of its mouth in jagged, six inch spikes. Drool spilled over its snarling lips and dripped in large puddles on the flagstone. What little fur it had sprouted in black tufts on every joint, and there was one large patch on the top of its head. Otherwise, the disgusting creature was bald, its pink skin bearing scars from past battles. It glared at me, wiping a snake-like tongue over its dribbling jowls as I circled around it. We ha

"I'm so sorry." That's all he could say to me. "I'm so sorry." No you're not, dickhead. You've told this to thousands of women, none of them related to you or close to you in any way. I've seen your wife. A beautiful woman able to do what you just told me I can't. The lump in my throat gets bigger as I watch my fish swim around in their tank. Two mollies, male and female, and a dragon bichir. Not to mention the little babies the female molly had when I bought her. Babies. Three to four of them is what I counted in the tank. They are so tiny compared to their mother, and they're all different and special in their own ways. I pull out my phon

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a king and queen lived in a shining castle by the sea. For years they tried to have a baby, but to no avail. The neighboring kingdom, which lay in a forest, also tried. They too were unsuccessful. Finally, both royal families went to an enchantress who lived between the two kingdoms. She told them that in the next few years, a prince and a princess would be born unto the households. These two were destined for each other, and if they wed there would be peace for many years between the kingdoms. Both families were overjoyed at the prospect, and thanked the enchantress fervently. But she was not finished. "

She stood by the creek, staring into the water as it babbled by. There was no way around what had happened. She had made a mistake, and he would be angry when he found out. That's why she hadn't told him to his face. She left him a note on the counter, telling him everything. She knew how he felt about it, how she felt about it. But there was nothing to be done. She watched the little fish swim beneath the surface. How easy and carefree their lives seemed. They had no problems to contend with other than predators, and when this happened to them their parents and boyfriends didn't eat them alive to teach them a lesson. Of course, these innoce