SecretWerecat

Once again, another spurt, please critique I never get any. :'( The club was loud, filled with the crush of many bodies.  Smoke hung heavy in the air, along with the heady scent of spilled alcohol.  Alasia sat in a corner booth, bored out of her skull by the senseless bragging of her date for the night.  He was tall and well built and thought the world of himself, hence the boredom.  She currently was watching the drama unfolding between two friends, peering out from blonde curls as the redhead yelled obscenities at her platinum blonde companion over the din of music.  She finally broke off, hurrying toward the door when she realized her ar

No real explaination for this. I wrote it a 2 in the morning and really like it for all it's shortyness. I may use it somewhere in the future. "I'm everything you should despise." "What makes you say that?" "I'm capable of taking away your freedom, everything you dream of and forcing you to bow to the whims of collaboration bent on destroying the world." "I don't believe that."  She smiled.  "Deep down inside, you can't stand the thought of seeing me in chains.  You'd much rather see me running unbound through the twists and turns of a dense forest path than using what I have to bend the will of others to following the ideals of this

I slowly stride up the worn stone steps with my instrument dangling from my fingers. I feel fear pulsing through my very bones as I continue upward to a place I now dread. My long skirt catches on the edge of a broken stone and I pause to free it. Finally I reach the top and step out onto the raised platform, the stone floor cold beneath my bare feet. My trembling hand clutches the comforting wood as I bring the polished instrument up to my chin. The bow instinctively cradles itself into my other pale hand and I close my eyes. I can feel that the notes pulsing in veins are trying gently to escape and so, I play. As I play, all around me grows