|For the Rangers|
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 Sid
The Omega: AftermathTHE OMEGA: AftermathThe Omega: Aftermath by *Catykins
I had fought hard. It was close all the way through the battle. She bloodied me first, I almost broke her leg. In the end though, we were too evenly matched. In the end... she won. I was the fighter but she was calculating. She knew where to hit me and hit me hard. I admire that. If I had to fall, I am glad it was she that delivered the blow.
I hit the ground hard, on my knees. I could feel the weight of the strings cutting into my flesh. She had lead me right into my own trap. I could feel blood trickling over my lips from my nose and I tasted it. Coppery hot. I rolled my head upwards to look at her as she stood ove
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A Day in the Life of a RangerA Day in the Life of a Ranger by *Catykins
A Day in the Life
The Violet Wedding Ranger
Juli stepped off the curb then pulled back as a cab whizzed by her. She yelled loudly, cussing in the direction of the cab, then continued through the crosswalk. It was a dreary day in New York City. The pasty clouds hung low, threatening to spill nasty colored rain. She had her violet and white poke dotted raincoat slung over one arm. She liked the rain, but not when it rained on NYC. She missed the clean rain of Scotland.
Not that she didnt love New York. She had moved here only nine years ago. Had it been that long? She loved the fast pace, the crush of human life. When 9/11 happ
Didymus and the DragonDidymus and the Dragon by *Catykins
Labyrinth Club Contest Entry
Sir Didymus and the Dragon
(Set in Accidental Return universe)
His mighty steed galloped across the harsh planes of the Kingdom of Underground. Sword at his side and purpose in his heart, the gallant knight rode to fulfill his duty. He was charged with the utmost important task. The sound of the steeds haste echoed across the earth. The task was so important it was trusted to no one but the bravest of the brave. It just so happened that the bravest of them all happen to be in court that very day.
The speed of the steed slowed and finally came to a halt as the knight raised
13th Hour ch.813th Hour ch.8 by *Catykins
End of the Thirteenth Hour
Sarah knew in her heart she did not want to see that hateful place again. It reminded her of a bad time in her life, that awkward adolescent time before she realized what adulthood actually meant. As they traveled closer to the labyrinth, she had a lot of time to think on this subject and she didnt care for it. She tried to think of other things: where would she settle in the Underground after all this was finished? How would she earn a living, goblins dont have TV
But the same needling thoughts came at her time and again: Jareth forced you to grow up and see the world for what
13th Hour ch713th Hour ch7 by *Catykins
End of the Thirteenth Hour
Sarah sat at the edge of the forest on a fallen log. Her arms were wrapped around her chest as she looked up into the dark leaves of the trees, a silver moon trying to push light through. She felt numb, and scared. She loathed feeling scared. She didnt know what to think at this point, what to say to anyone, or just what to do. She knew what she wanted, she wanted to return to childhood when people told her what to do. This isnt the first time she had wished this in her lifetime. There were plenty of reason she didnt want to be a grownup. She wanted this to be a horrible dream a
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