Yin stretched his paws out in front of him, extending and retracting his sharp claws. In the clouds around him, his brothers and sisters still napped peacefully. He twitched his tail in agitation. His

Aaron cupped his hands over his little sister’s mouth to muffle her sobs. He crouched over her protectively in the bushes they were using as cover, listening to see if anyone was nearby. When he was sure

This is my entry for the finish the story contest found here: For this entry, I was tasked with finishing someone else's story with 500 words or less. The first part of this post is the prompt I was given.

I drove through an old suburban neighborhood full of neglected homes surrounded by picket fences. The white paint had long since chipped away revealing a rough and splintering wood. Termites and rot plagued

But I'm not the same shy little girl I once was, and I'm not wearing an embarrassing first day of school outfit that my mom picked out, so this is already like a thousand times better. I'm still in my

5 a.m. Craig regarded his reflection in the mirror coldly. Another morning and he found that he was once again greeted by the same face. It was the face of a tired, bitter, and balding old man. He turned

One tree in the Splinterlands stands above all others. It is immeasurably vast. Many creatures call it home. Some live in the trees expansive branches, others live in its mighty trunk. I live deep in the

Her hesitation broke. Bare feet struck blades of grass in a rhythm as old as the earth flying by beneath her. Auburn hair whipped the sky in defiance of the gravity that had ever dared tame it. Her rekindled