Best Friend

Best Friend

By Kaylyn Weddle

Reliable is one my favorite traits you obtain,

Admirable positivity is how you ease my pain.

Sincere, is the personality that you bare,

Everlasting the bond that we’ll always share.

Amazingly remarkable are the conversations we keep,

Nonchalant are the sweet comments you peep.


Extraordinary, your entire mindset,

Lively is what you’ve been since we met.

Intelligence is your very brightest hue,

Joyous is how I feel when I’m around you.

Ablaze you set my heart whenever we meet,

Hero you are and off my feet you sweep.


Love so deeply is what I have for you,

Outstanding relationship; picture perfect view.

Victorious in the future we will surely be,

Endless and inseparable are you and me.



by Christine Hamilton


It’s like a black hole

that stops time within the soul.


Days stretch out ever longer,

leaving one no choice but to ponder.


Contemplate the choices allowed

by this illness that cannot be blocked out


Positioning one to make the choice of relief,

which is but a moment of peace.


Having no regret,

the monster dictates the mindset.


There is no escape from it.

It’s dizzying, like a never-ending pirouette.


I cannot tell you what the monster needs,

but I know that I must go and bleed.

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers Chapter 3

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers

By Samuel Clayton

Chapter 3

Squad life

Day 236

Finally I got away from the rest of the squad. I was assigned to patrol the border of the slums for the next three weeks. While my friends will not be able to come with all of them are busy for the same period. I hope to hear what they were doing for so long.

Day 238

The patrol so far has been un eventful so I have been training each night. I traveled 20 miles today in hard rain. It wasn’t fun but it was much better then my experience in the 11th division.

So far I haven’t made much progress in my training but I have done some experiments with my powers. With every hollow I came across I tried to absorb all of the spiritual power from them. As many times as I tried to use there abilities every attempt failed and I just cut their mask as always.

Day 240

Although the last two days have been uneventful today was not. At about noon today I came across a group of hollows eating each other. They never noticed me but to my horror once all but one had been eaten suddenly the last one grew about 30 feet taller. As it noticed me I recognized the shape it had taken. It was a Menos Grande. In class we had been told about these extremely powerful forces. As my fear subsided I dodged a kick from the hollow. Then after that it started charging the beam attack we were told to escape from, known as a Cero. I decided to do something that in retrospect I feel is stupid. I stood my ground, released the power of my sword and held my hand out. To my surprise, unlike my fight with Zaraki in the slums, The beam didn’t hurt me. Instead, the lines my gauntlet started glowing purple. As the beam stopped, my gauntlet appeared to be full. Not me a second to respond it immediately attacked. In response I pointed my finger at the hollow, pictured the process in which it fired the Cero at me and fired. Out came an identical beam that blew off the head of the hollow.

After this I meditated for a while communing with my sword. During that time it was revield to me that I have a second gauntlet that I wasn’t capable of wielding until now. I was also finally able to see the figure within the sword. At first I thought it was the founder but then when it spoke with my voice I realized what it was. It was the armor that I wore on the day I died.

The armor continued talking telling me about how I just used the protection and brute strength offered to those who used the armor and that I was only using less then one eighth of the power I could. He agreed that it was time to the rest of my power and when I awoke I found that I had two gauntlets. One looked the same and the other resembled more of a shield with similar glowing lines.


I tried something new and more stupid then yesterdays action today. I used the ability of the left gauntlet to absorb the remaining hollow power from my right gauntlet into my self. This had a profound effect as suddenly their were not one but two spirits in my blade one looked like a smaller version of the Menos I killed with black chains binding it, The other was the armor holding those chains. I found that by taping into this power I was much more powerful and fast then before. I made 100 miles today and am 30 miles from finishing my mission. I will probably spend as long as possible training here and trying to absorb more hollow spiritual power and pressure.

Day 249

over the past week or so I gained even more power. I released a whole lot of spiritual pressure and attracted as many hollows as possible to my location day after day. On the third day I found an object that could attract hollows in large numbers. I used it and got a lot of small fry but also found a great powerful hollow at the pinnacle of power. In school we learned their names as being hollow lords. They are so powerful that I found it impossible to even scratch it with my Cero. However after it fired a much more powerful Cero at me I managed to block it and absorbed the power it sent at me. Although that was when I turned the tables on it there was still a long fight ahead. The fight lasted for the rest of the day and I nearly died. I woke up in the 4th division being told about how bad my injuries were by the captain just a couple of hours ago feeling like the power I absorbed was tearing me apart. I was told that it was because of an injury given to me by the hollow that would take a month to heal.

Day 270

I recovered a couple days ago but I still feel like I am not in control of my own spiritual pressure. I have periods of time when the black power I absorbed leaks out of my sword and cuts me. I told my sword spirit and he told me that it was because I took a hollow inside my self and didn’t subjugate it told me to heal spiritually first before trying to subjugate the hollow I introduced to my soul-scape.

Ever since my injury my friends have been she em always and I finally had time to be re assigned to the 12th division. Rumor is that the captian of that squad knows how to attain bankai, the final release of any sword in a week. I hope to show him my new abilities so that I can be trained to attain bankia in that way.

Day 334

I cant beleve that I didn’t write anything for two months. I am glad not be so busy that I can’t write in my journal. The past two months have be rough but many good things came during those months.

First my sister has finally learned how to do the fist release of her sword. It looks the same but amplifies her already powerful voice and it allows here to direct her voice at specific people. For me I finally finished subjugating my hollow. It was a long hard fought affair and I bearly survived it, but with that done I am now way above a captain level. I also managed to attain bankia. It looks just like the first release but the lines on the weapons are glowing constantly. The right arm also extends all the way to my solder. I was told by the sword spirit that the form granted me the ability to use any attack I had absorbed and understood how it is used by the opponent.

For other events I heard that Crom got a promotion and there is a rumor that he might have also gotten a bankai. Also Yuki and Harmony decided to join the 12th division. Harmony decided that she didn’t like how the 2nd division was just using her and quit. Together at last we all decided to start a secret experiment where we would try to create a life form with a specially designed sword and sword spirit. However because we didn’t want to have the government come down on us for doing unethical experiments we decided this would be a secret affair.

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers Chapter 2

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers

By Samuel Clayton

Chapter 2

The Academy

Day 19

I can’t believe it, I found one of my family members here in the city. The person in question was my sister Harmony. Unlike me she never needed a sword to bring out her abilities. Her ability was unique among all of our clan. She had the ability to generate any sound from her voice. At first I didn’t recognize her, but she evidently recognized me because as soon as our eyes met she ran up and hugged me. The things that brought us to this place were similar except that instead of fighting the army she took the opportunity to escape that I provided.

Evidently after I did damage to reaper army, the army pulled back and the stealth core wend out and hunted down every one of them even my sister. She was able to hold them off for a short time, but quickly fell to their blade.

Among the others that I met I met a tall strong young man named Lamar and a feminine, bookish boy named Yuki. I learned that in another day I will be going to class with this very group.

Day 20

Classes proper began today. The first lessons are the barebones basics of being a reaper, things like spirit pressure, the swords, and flash step, etc. It was surprisingly boring.

The only concept I hadn’t heard about before then was the concept of “Spiritual pressure” a concept in which most types of abilities are done. Put simply spiritual can be compared to water pressure in how the more pressure you have the faster the water can come out. If you cant put out enough spiritual pressure you cant fuel your swords released forms

Me and my friends heard something interesting today, apparently you can test out of certain items if you are talented enough in one of about five disciplines. Yuki recommended that we don’t but LaMar managed to convince him that it was ok. The plan so far is for my sister to master the spells, me to master swordsmanship, lamar to focus in flash-step and swordsmanship, and for Yuki to master his own sword when granted his own

Day 75

so far the plan set months ago is working. So far as I can tell we are each at least two years ahead of our classmates. Today we went to get a tour of the 13 squads within the military. Today we went to the first through the sixth division.

The first division was the most impressive today. We all met the head captian and had a demonstration of exactly how powerful he is. Me and my sister were the only people to stay awake when he released his spiritual pressure.

During our tour of the second division we met the current head of the stealth core and got a lecture about the history of the second division. The third was not very interesting.

The fourth was the most interesting of the ones to this point. The closest way I could explain it is that it is similar to the things the churches did to help rich individuals when they were sick or injured. Yuki was entranced the entire time that the vice captain was giving a tour of the facilities. Not at her but in looking at how advance the. I think. Disappointingly we didn’t get to meet the captain because she was out helping the eleventh division recover from a run-in with a hollow. Much like the third division the fifth and sixth divisions were completely uninteresting.

I am almost fearful of the tour of the eleventh division as the captain was the man who nearly killed me three months ago in the slums.

Day 76

Well the dreaded day came and went. At first the day was going fine for the first three squads we visited, then we came to the 11th division. I didn’t even get through the front door before the captain greeted me. Everyone was shocked that he knew me but the shock wore of quickly after they heard the story about how I survived an encounter with this man. The truth coming out I became the center of attention for the remainder of the day and was forced to tell the story to the entire class at dinner.

The 12th division was very weird. First of all the vice-captian was very strange and my friend accidentally found an open door and heard about a group of people talking about a Nemuri managing to survive longer then before. When he asked the tour guide, the guide said that he obviously heard wrong and that no such experiment was being conducted.

Day 117

today we were given a sword to put our power into to gain an ability. We also went to a training area to learn to fight hollows. I was allowed to keep my sword because I already had one but Harmony, and all the others were given one. My team did well but the rest of the teams with my friends on them did a lot worse. Usually with my friend holding the entire team up with exemption to Yuki which was the first to fall and had to be brought to squad 4 be healed. Aside from that nothing else important happened.

The only person to better then me was our new friend Chrom. It seemed to me that he was moving unusually fast. Afterwards I saw him being yelled at by the instructor.

Day 213

well, the day finally came, Graduation day. I am going to start with the good part. Yuki got assigned to squad 4 as his medical skills were top of their class. To be specific he got the 10th seat in the squad. My sister Harmony got assigned as third seat in squad 2 and given the specific job of being the interrogator for those who couldn’t be broken by traditional means. And LaMar and I, joy of all joys, got assigned to the one squad I didn’t want to be a part of. The worst part of it all was the fact that I was given an officer position so I couldn’t ask to be re assigned. LaMar wanted to be part of the 12th division but was willing to accept the assignment. He will probably ask to be re assigned to the 12th division. I don’t know where Chrom was assigned but I would guess that he was assigned to the eighth division

We all agreed that we would, with the money gained during our time in the city, to buy up all the houses on one of the small streets. That way we could all be close together when we were not on assignment.



By Kale Weaver

There are dolls of porcelain

There are dolls of straw

There are dolls of all kinds

I’m not a doll at all


Their hair is pretty

Their hair is long

They’ve got all kinds of hair

But my hair does not belong


There are dolls brand-new

There are dolls old

There are dolls very expensive

I can’t even be sold


Their faces are beautiful

Their faces are kind

They’ve got it made for them

But all I have is my mind

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers Chapter 1

Diary of the Last Shadow Reaper: The Quest for Revenge on the Reapers

by Samuel Clayton

Chapter 1

The beginning

Day 1

Before I died, I was always told of the place you go when you are killed. He always described a realm with a horrible Wealth disparity between the noble families and the people of the street. I was also told of the abilities that most of the noble families commanded. Of all these things I heard him say I believed none of it. As I am now I should have listened closer to his lessons about the reapers and the differences between us.

Seemingly Just a little while ago I was at home during a war between the reapers and our people, the Order of the dark bowmen. At the time, we had been under siege for a while, but we were quickly eradicated right after our leader lord clayton the 20th was killed right in front of me.

In his last moments he gave me the greatest and oldest relics of our clan, the armour and blade of the spirit king. According to legend the weapons contained the destructive power of god. Not only that but the armor enhanced the natural abilities of our own powers and were going to be especially effective given that my powers were identical to our clans founder the legendary wielder of these relics.

I vowed to kill every reaper I found that day but because of the generation I was born into I contained to many separate entities within my soul, and by body could not contain the power within me so even though I managed to kill over 90% of there army I was quickly torn apart by my own power. At that moment I woke up with a roman long sword and no other weapons in the realm of the dead. I also was unable to activate a single ability even though I was as physically strong as when I was alive. I plan to track down the members of my clan to form an army to plunge the reapers society into chaos as that did to my clan as revenge for wiping out my clan right in front of me.

Day 5

I have been looking for other clan members for days but have had no luck. I will try to look at the one remaining district but if I can find anyone I will have to raise my army from the best of the poor districts.

Day 6

During my search for clan members, I came across a who. After hearing of me he decided to challenge me to a duel to the death. With just my strength alone I was unable to keep up with him. Luckily for me, In the brink of my death I finally managed to use a pittance of my power to help me stay alive as, a piece of the founders armor appeared on my arm. Having seen my potential he recommended that I train hard and then challenge him again. I had no idea what its name was so I couldn’t activate it again.

The Gauntlet had 2 parts the hand and the arm, both were a shiny jet black and had pulsing lines that appeared as interconnected strait lines all intersecting at a gem in the palm section of the armor. The arm section fit tightly to the contour of my muscles. And the hand section consisted of five long claws and a defensive palm piece with another part of it covering my hand. All the parts were linked by tiny chains.

Day 10

I finally, reluctantly, decided to join the reaper academy to learn how to unlock my abilities and infiltrate the ranks of the reapers. I will search the academy for other clan members.

Day 15

I got accepted! I will be meeting in the city in 4 days to meet the class.


By Victoria R. Gregory

There be an almighty ruckus as Jim-Bob ma yelled at the scrawny brat and his sisters to not be doin’ none of that so he telled his ma “I ain’t no ijit and can’t get ‘er done cause I done done it.”

While the breeze gently ebbed and flowed thru the fresh cherry blossoms whose petals drift silently into the rippling water and danced in the stream as she breathed deeply drinking in the fragrant.

Gazing across the dessert sands as the light of the shattered remains of the duel moons began to dye Dys and Lexi felt there harts sync into a deep whole as Lexi berried her head in her hands and began to mown, morning the loss of the future they were bourn and bread for.

Just beneath those 2 great peeks at the ft. of the dark mountains, dwell the mighty dwarf, whom in ages past will have absolutely nothing two do with the outside world and wood fain have even emerged this very days were it not for… Gimrad!

The silence was deafening amidst the chaotic din on that lonely night in the packed hotel where the blond strutted down the hallway followed by a horrifying scream.

La Bête du Gévaudan: Ruelle d’Angelle Chapter 2

La Bête du Gévaudan: Ruelle d’Angelle
By Emily Allen

Chapter 2

I soaked in the bin for what felt like hours; I may have even fallen asleep, but I do not know. The grandfather clock in the south parlor clanged that it was now ten in the morning. The whole of the village was awake now and they were counting and praying for their dead. Standing up inside the tub, I watched the red water plummet from my body and I grabbed a towel to cover my shame. My sweet mother had laid me some fresh clothes down in my room – a pair of brown breeches, a white shirt, blue vest; she had even laid me a cravat. Even though she had become unaware of my condition, she never wavered in her loyalty and affection. My soul became cursed at the age thirteen, my mother told me, and she also said that it was a familial disease, coming from my father.

“Ruelle?” my mother peered around the corner. “Are you decent enough for me to enter, my son?” There was no response to her question. “My son?” she opened the door more, entering upon the scene of me in only my breeches. Through my anger and blood-lust, my two most dominant emotions, I could smell hers – fear, desperation, and malice. My mother touched the bruises on my stomach and she winced even more than I did. Maybe, I thought, she blames herself more for bringing this wretched creature into the world than I blame myself for ripping people from it. The scent of abandonment rolled off her so strongly that I reached my arm out to console her, and she flung herself around, sobbing into my shoulder. She normally never cries over a phrase, so this must have been the final point before she could no longer take it.

“Mother, please, do not blame yourself for the demon you have birthed. To be seduced by a monster such as my father is nothing to be ashamed of.” I chuckled slightly whilst petting her hair: “we are quite handsome, you know!” I tried to comfort her and put as much facetiousness into my tone as I could stand. She breathed a laugh onto my skin before looking up at me worriedly.

“Oh, my sweet son. I do not blame anyone for anything. I loved your father almost as much as I do you. I weep now only because I fear for your safety.”

“My safety,” I laughed questioningly, framing her face with my big hands. She nodded inside of them and shuddered. “Of all the things that you could concern yourself with, you pick my safety. Do you not think I can take care of myself?” I laughed again. My mother turned quite serious all of a sudden when she looked away from me.

“Who all did you take last night? I need to know everyone, Ruelle.” The question was somewhat odd, since she hadn’t asked about my victims since I was a lad. I could recall each and every face along with each and every expression they had before, during, and after I killed them.

“Uhh, Antoine Bélanger and his sister Claire, the Deschamps sisters, Marie Lémieux, and then two men in armor.”

Then the pain from a dagger puncture on my side resurfaced, making its presence known. When I touched it to make the pain subside, it sent me back into my memories as the Beast, and I could see it all again through my cursed eyes. It was two men sitting around a fire just talking and drinking. They must have been travelers, since everyone knows to never be out during a full moon. I had smelled them from four miles away, for their stench traveled heavily and quickly. It must have been midnight, for I felt my strongest with the moon at its peak in the black sky. I crouched onto all four of my limbs and stalked close to them, around the bushes that surrounded their sad little camp. The two men were exceedingly drunk, so they were even easier prey than the two sisters I had just tracked down. I was breathing in the odor of their blood as it coursed in their veins; these men had the sweet, pungent smell of alcohol swirling around with the thick liquid in their bodies.

One of my favorite practices was to count the pulse to learn how my prey felt, what they were thinking. Most knew I was around them, somewhere, but they had no idea where. The pulse would jolt considerably right before they would decide to run. I waited for the jolt with these two soldiers, but it never came; instead the beating of their hearts was slowing as they were drifting to sleep, making themselves vulnerable to me.

I stalked closer in the brush to see my victims, only to find that both had their backs to me and one of them was a little closer. I had decided on my first one: he was short and rotund. I lunged forward and seized the first man by the throat and dragged him into the brush. The fat man tore and scraped at the ground, hopelessly trying to cling to some form of life, anything to catch himself. The first scream woke the other man, one of height and build, who reached for his dagger and scrambled to his feet. Blood, a sweet metallic liquor, ran hot in my mouth and down my throat, sending with it a frenzied need to kill. With the man still screaming and gurgling in his own blood, I tore into his flesh, ripping piece by piece, muscle from bone, until his screams were nothing more than squeals and faint sobs. Then, pain like a hot branding iron made me drop my prey. The second soldier was standing in shock when I rose onto my hind legs to stand up to my full height. The top of his head came only to the middle of my chest. He stumbled back into the dirt with so much fear that I think I probably could have opened his eyes to find it a tangible item after I ripped them from their sockets. My memory cut out when I took his throat in my jaws.

“My son?” my mother’s quaking voice broke in. I looked down at her and could almost see the little roads of blood that connected all through her small body. They jumped and pulsed just below her skin. Her firm hand grabbed my jaw and positioned my face to look in the mirror. What I saw startled me. The blackness of the Beast was coming back into my eyes, and I broke from her grip, rushing to the mirror.

“Mother?” I rubbed my eyes. “What is this? Why is it happening again?”

“Where did you go? Just now?” her cool voice asked as she sat down in the chair by the window.

“What do you mean?” I was futilely trying to rub the blackness from my eyes.

“In your mind, before I brought you back. You must have gone somewhere. It took you, for I watched as It began to eat your soul.” I understood what she meant and told her everything I had remembered. I had told her of my hunts every now and then, and she always had the same aloof expression. This time was different.

“It happened when I touched the stab wound on my side….” I reached for it again, but my mother’s hand shot out and intercepted me.

“Arrêtez! Why would you do it again?! Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?!” she jolted the back of my head with her palm, making me growl at her. Mother shot me a look that had its own growl. Even though I could easily crush her, even though she has no chance of fighting me off, my mother had always been my alpha. I’m almost certain she could tame me whenever I was the Beast, but I would never dare try that.

“What does this mean? Have you ever seen it before, Maman?”

She rose from her chair and took my hands in both of hers. “Sadly, it is not good.” The concern grew on my face and she placed one of her small hands on my cheek. “It means you are embracing the Beast….”

I threw her hands from me at her words, but she continued.

“…and soon It will control you entirely.” It was almost as if she did not care about what she told me, as if nothing would come from it.

“What do you mean?!? ‘It will soon control you entirely’? ” I mocked her as though I were a child again.

“Ruelle. I have seen it before with your father.” Her small frame held more calm than I could even think about having.

“You are the goddess of aloofness. Tell me why you are not as troubled as I am? Tell me why you do not care?!?” I shouted at her. The sting of her palm across my cheek made me understand how much I was becoming an animal. My shame filled me completely and I collapsed on the floor in front of her, grabbing the hem of her dress. “Maman” was all I could whisper in my disgrace.

“I care. . . more for you . . . than I have cared for any other living soul,” she hissed. My eyes looked up at her when one of her tears dropped onto my hair. She would not even look into my eyes as I implored her to forgive me.

“Maman, please. Please help me.” But she only walked away from me.

“Go to the village and represent our family. I am grieving for the losses and am too hurt to come.”

The words were more painful than the stab wound on my side. She would come around to me again, though. She always would. Having now been completely scorned by my mother, I had to go into the village and act as if I knew nothing. In the earlier years, this was very difficult, and my mother would have to keep me home until I could control my emotions around the families who are no longer whole because of me. We keep no servants, even though we could afford it, because of the risk of their discovering me. Therefore, I have to do everything for myself. I have no appetite after the night, but I grabbed two apples anyway – one for Greysy our mare, and one for Aubine.


By Amanda L. Pugh

in another life
I would be yours
and you mine
no tears no goodbyes

in another life
should have
could have
would have

but here we are
once again face to face
to start again
years erase

think about
the other life or
stay with the now?


By Zia Goli

What happenings are these?
Fields full of color
matted with weeds
Minds only focused on the dollar

What happenings are these?
Flowers wilting
mind full of fleas
Tides are tilting

Our world is dying
Everyone is faking
Nothing is satisfying
My mind is aching

Eyes full of tears
I can stand this no more
Too many empty years
With heartless walking corpse

Time to take a stand
For what is right
All must ban
together as one in flight

What happenings are these?
The sun is shining
Flowerings flourishing is the key
Creating a silver lining.