Chapter 10Chapter Ten: Dialogue (Or the villains complain about their lack of screen time)So, whats it been, five chapters since weve been heard from? Dejwin asked lazily as he looked over the kitchen table at the minions who were currently playing with his daughter.Nine chapters, thirty seven thousand, one hundred and two words, One of the minions replied bleakly.No, thats not quite true, Another interjected, There was a brief cameo in chapter four about seven thousand words after our last mention.Seven thousand, one hundred and fifty five years, the first one corrected with a sigh, Which means its only been seven chapters and twenty nine thousand, nine hundred forty seven words since the last time we got to be in the novel.This is ridiculous! Dejwin exploded, There should be a rule or something that you have to check in with the bad guys every
Chapter 9 and a halfChapter Nine Part Two (Because it was just getting too large with only one part): Incoming! (or a basic lesson in quest magic)Everyone looked at Parry like she had two heads. Their collective gaze was so intense that she actually checked to make sure. Nope, only one.Did you see the bridge when Tsidu and Dirwe went across?! Cin demanded, catching her attention again. It couldnt take one more person, let alone a whole line of them!Really, has the rain started leaking into your head, or is there something youre not telling us? Dirwe chimed in.When it had become obvious that they were going to ramble for a bit, Parry had started on her knitting again. Now, at the pause she looked up. Its a foot bridge.Obviously! Cin replied, rolling his eyes, That doesnt explain what you were, or in this case werent, thi
Today We're All HokiesThere are some days you'll remember foreverthis one, this day not so long agoI remember it like it was but yesterdayand in a sense, it kind of wasThe world seemed to stop that day,just as it stopped again today,as we remember the horrorthe terror, heart ache, and devastationHelpless, we were so closeand yet we could do nothingnothing but watch with fearpraying it was a dream, knowing otherwiseToday a bell tolled thirty three timesThe air silent, even the birds stoppedtheir songs hushed in respect for the deadSo once again, today we are all Hokies
From the CatString up my brother and box his stupid earsWhy does this make me feel so wonderful?No more will I suffer at his unfeeling feetHe must never say I am the perfect feline companionNip him alwaysAnd cough up a hairball on his noseCrazy little boy pounced
Aria of St. FrancisAria of St. FrancisBy: Myron and KuroinamiYon wintry fowl now gaze upon the mark of youth,Half-set in joy and risen in heart his song.Who would expect such reason to hold, uncouth?Thus to flight his wings, azure, shall long.His call, lost breath, as fierce to Want as flame,Her breast impassioned with rhythm untold,So taut the charged sweetness that keep her name,And in this day with mate together hold.The blossom free from crafting self will fall.In autumn light recall the spring now gone.Enrapt with native dreams, the shame of all,Wrought with age, the bird awaits the ancient Dawn.Hide, dull plumage, against the winter snow,Ghost song renewed in Springs fair youthful glow.