opalescent; twinkling her waters are, she seems to
calm and soothe my racing thoughts of is this wrong 
end my internal struggle my internal turmoil swirl in 
agony she washes away in her kisses and touches 
never again will i find someone like her
   the ocean. 

 

The dark ink of a pen never stops flowing, spilling onto the dirty-white, spreading like frost, faster and faster. Trails grew from the point of the metal, drawing curves and lines into the small world. With each stroke, the world expanded throughout, moulded by the secret language flying across the parchment. The ground rose up from the paper, eager to follow, green rose up from within and grass sprouted from the green. Flowers bloomed colours of rainbow, and a soft...

  My arm gets nicked by the rough, uneven corners of the jagged stone, as my left-hand searches for a protruding wedge to hold on to. My dangling feet kick furiously against the salty, blustering wind. With one more quivering breath of air, I hoist myself onto my stomach, and drift into a siesta on the flat top of the boulder for what seems like an eternity under the orange sunset.
  Leo Carrillo Beach in Los Angeles, California is...

    Every three months, all of us Migrate--the thunderstorm arrives, the lightning strikes, the wilderness springs to life.
    And then we leave. This is how it has always been, but not how it will always be. The shape-shifters say everything will change, and I believe them. It will change. It is changing.
    Tonight, the humans kill the last Lightning Bird.

    Khala looked like a raven when he walked near the fire.
   ...

Eric gingerly stepped over the smoldering husk of a fallen tree and tried his best to catch up with the others. He wasn't as much of a veteran as the other party members when it came to long, dragging journeys across the Ethimian plains, but nobody seemed to care, despite his many protests and outcries. His scrawny physique and overbearingly heavy pack made it nearly impossible to keep pace with the rest of the group on foot. The seven of...

Since ancient times, there were whispers of strange ones, children and adults who didn’t fit into the norm. Were they were ahead of their time? More advanced humans? Beings beyond our comprehension? No one could answer that question even if they wanted to. These whispers would become rumors, to be molded into old stories that inspired or terrified the youth of the world. Those tales would become myth, to turn into the legends of our planet and never be forgotten…...

Hey guys. I am Mason. I just want to start another Q and A here since I just got a few new followers. So, I just want to do a Q and A here. If you have any questions, please leave them down in the comment section below. Also, the end date for this Q and A will be June 18th, 2019. Hope you guys have a great day!!!!!!

Best Wishes,
Mason Wong
Author on WTW
6/10/2019- 6/18/2019

opalescent; twinkling her waters are, she seems to
calm and soothe my racing thoughts of is this wrong 
end my internal struggle my internal turmoil swirl in 
agony she washes away in her kisses and touches 
never again will i find someone like her
   the ocean. 

 

  My arm gets nicked by the rough, uneven corners of the jagged stone, as my left-hand searches for a protruding wedge to hold on to. My dangling feet kick furiously against the salty, blustering wind. With one more quivering breath of air, I hoist myself onto my stomach, and drift into a siesta on the flat top of the boulder for what seems like an eternity under the orange sunset.
  Leo Carrillo Beach in Los Angeles, California is...

Eric gingerly stepped over the smoldering husk of a fallen tree and tried his best to catch up with the others. He wasn't as much of a veteran as the other party members when it came to long, dragging journeys across the Ethimian plains, but nobody seemed to care, despite his many protests and outcries. His scrawny physique and overbearingly heavy pack made it nearly impossible to keep pace with the rest of the group on foot. The seven of...

Since ancient times, there were whispers of strange ones, children and adults who didn’t fit into the norm. Were they were ahead of their time? More advanced humans? Beings beyond our comprehension? No one could answer that question even if they wanted to. These whispers would become rumors, to be molded into old stories that inspired or terrified the youth of the world. Those tales would become myth, to turn into the legends of our planet and never be forgotten…...

Refuge means to escape. 
Refuge means to hide. 
Refuge to me is where I feel safe. 

Every time I feel alone and depressed, social media and music are where I find my refuge. The feeling of lonely occupies me and all I can do is to check social media in order to find myself being involved in other people's lives. Sometimes, playing or listening to music can also calm me down. The feeling of peace when I'm not thinking is...

ashy dust settles in the grooves of quick fingers;
the sun crouches behind seared trees, it lingers
like a frightened child, and the smoke above

floats like charred feathers of a hapless dove.
my world tilts as it burns, scorches the grass
and the ruins sing that naught is built to last;

so i cross soot-soaked fingers, cross my seething heart
and plead the jury for the chance to restart;
but the matchstick again leaks into bloodied hands,

and with...

    Just yesterday, Lydia had received a mysterious acceptance letter to a dragon-riding school called Asterope Academy: School for Guardians in Training. Lydia was sure it was a gimmick, but now she wasn't so sure...

    “IS THAT A DRAGON?” I screamed.
    My mom nodded, but she looked kind of angry. “Yes. Get your things.” Then she turned to my dad. “They said nothing in the note about transport by dragon! What are they thinking? HOW IS THIS SAFE.” ...

Seventeen point six eight seconds. That's how long it took David Price's body to bring the matter of its temperature to his attention after he awoke. Enough time for his surroundings to imprint themselves on his brain. 

The wall at his back exerted a calming pressure. Despite the lack of light, David could feel how grey the room was. The concrete confines constraining him radiated cold. David estimated that he had about three hours left to live in this temperature.

Standing...