|For the Rangers|
Mimi's BattleThe needle flashed, the man flinched, but relaxed when he knew that through her anger, she wouldn't stab him with the needle she used to repair the cloth at his thigh... or at least he thought she wouldn’t. The small figure of a woman was crouched by the athletic Chinese man, muttering hotly in French as she worked. She seemed unnoticeable in the forest of well toned and tall bodies, but she, in fact, stood out more so then even the performers practicing all around her. She seemed to glow in brighter colors, sharper, and more vibrant.Mimi's Battle by Catykins
Mimi Renz didn't seem outwardly any more special then anyone else. She lived her life as a costume mistress for the Cirque du Solei show LOVE in Las Vegas, cared for her sick mother, Skyped with her husband who toured with a circus in France, and loved to watch old movies. She was as well toned as the rest of the performers but she was not in the show. Her eyes were purple, her hair was a thick and curly chestnut that was usually tied back in a fren
The Colour of a WishThe Colour of a WishThe Colour of a Wish by Catykins
How would we open up this story? A thrilling description of a city? A sorrowful departure between a husband and wife? Maybe a heartwarming reunion of mother and child? It is so hard to choose... No, let us begin with those that are effected most by this story. Let us begin... with battle.
The main terminal of the train station overlooked The City. The City, being called as such for so long, people forgot what it had been called when it was only a Small Town. The City was a typical city, with sweeping neighborhoods full of languages, a fashionable Uptown, a clean and business rich Downtown, and poor and dirty Wrong Side of the Tracks. Train stations dotted every few blocks of The City, being the primary transportation of the masses. Steam locomotives, the wave of the future, or so said the posters when the tracks were first laid. Now the wave of the future were airships that hovered through the city and commanded by the rich peoples of The City. The City was a monum
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