*Before…

We pass through the gates and they down close...arrows from above rain down only aiding our fighters and us, those they stepped off to save and buy time watch as the four of them cut every last Goblin and Warg sent after us.
Every last one.
I’m crying because… because they did this, because somehow they did it and they won and hurt or not I’m falling to get out of the wagon and running to meet them.
“Hawk! Nicole!”
I jump and land and hit Jessa who hugs and she holds us both up and Nicole.
Nicole has just gotten past the gate and she’s turned her Squire’sknight around and she raises her hand and I hear her yell. “Close the gates, close them all!”
Jessa and I limp to beside her and look at where she’s looking and it’s down the hill at the remains of the town and while we were fighting the Wargs and their Goblin riders the Hobgoblins rode their troops back down to where they had their encampment.
And there’s a line of troops marching with the riders and we can see the heavy shapes of huge forms in the distance.
We just stand there watching them coming in as the Keep’s doors and gate close and come down.
We slowly turn and the place is full, people have evacuated to here as best as they could and all around our ragged band of fighters and rangers are scared people, the old, the frail, the young.
I say it without even thinking about it. “Light and The Gods, We can’t fail here.”

*And Now…

Once, there was this boy who loved to make fun of girls. His name was Jeff, and he loved to discriminate girls, by calling us “short” and saying we “cannot play basketball”, when in reality, he is only 1.6m tall, and does not have any of the masculine features that make up a man.up a man.

Making fun of girls was a habit for him, since the day I met him on the first day of school. Everyone seems to tolerate his behaviour, for it was only the verbal remarks that nobody could accept. Thankfully, I was never approached by him before, so I don’t know how bad it was.

One Knight awaiting us

...These are girls underwear... why did he give me girls underwear... they fit very well though, so comfortable... Do they think I’m a girl? What are they going to do to me when they find out I’m not?

“And someone should shoot you for that pun.”

By Therisa Godwaldt

© 2011 Therisa Godwaldt

All rights Reserved

A quick knock
On Stacey/Stuart’s bedroom door
Was greeted by
A hurried
“Just one moment please”.

“It’s ok Stacey
You do not have hide
Anymore”
Jane told her
Through the closed door.

Slowly
The door open
A half dressed Stacey
Looked out.

Not sure
If she had heard right
From her big sister.

“You heard right Stacey
From me.”

Jane rushed forward
Crushing Stacey
In a fierce hug.

When 15 year old Byron and his family go to visit Aunt Dora during spring break, they soon find themselves under an unexpected attack. In the aftermath, Byron's body and life change in ways that he never could have expected, or imagined.

Following the romantic moment at Lake Nokomis, a New Normal begins to emerge for Alexa and Jenny

An Ode to 'Bike', the first 10 years

I’d rather be Riding my bicycle
My bicycle made for two
With bells and rings and things on
But a trusty read that always delivers
What it says on the tin

Through thick and thin
Wet and Dry
Another episode comes along
And then two or three more just like busses
But it always delivers
What it says on the tin

Angharad you are a trooper
Sooper dooper
And that is a fact
But the tales go on
And it always delivers
What it says on the tin

Dear readers of the Gun Princess Royale series,
I'd like to present the new and improved Introduction to Book Three, The Thousand Yard Princess.
This is the version that wasn't written by the seat of my pants while suffering from sleep deprivation and too much Coca Cola.
I hope you find it more to your liking.
Cheers!

There is a marked difference between the other girls and I.

Typical me, always getting into arguments.

My name is Kaleb. I'm a senior in high school. This is the story about the time I took things too far.

I am on the basketball team at my high school. Recently, we had lost a game because of miscommunication. This was largely because of the cheerleaders. They were at fault because we couldn't hear over them. I chose to bring this up to Courtney, the head cheerleader.

"It wasn't our fault." She claimed.

"Yes it was. We couldn't hear each other over your stupid cheers," I rebutted.