Xylobones

I am just a whisper in the wind, But I shall not stay quiet, I shall become the storm that deafens, And leaves change in its wake. I am just a leaf on the tree, But I shall not go unseen, I shall become the tree that bears fruit, And gives life to others. I am just one amongst many, But I shall not be unknown, I shall become a force to be reckoned with, And encourage those around me.

It all changes. Every week, something new, Something shiny, cool, Something that will revolutionise the world! How can something revolutionise the world every day? This one lets you talk to people from all over the world! Doesn’t this one from last year do the same? This one maps out routes for travel! That’s not new. This one takes photographs! Cameras have done the same for decades. So it’s shiny, it’s new, it’s twice as expensive as the old one was, Why do I need it? It’s more powerful, more capable, Bigger, brighter, better, beyond your expectations, If the old works fine, why buy the new? Because

A Prince will always succeed a King and bring new hope to his people, An uprising may hasten his crowning but win or lose, the sacrifice will be great, And The Trigger will try again. Prologue 2nd Day of the Month of Raining Green, 90th Year of the Age of Kings The ground was scorched where frenzied fireballs had been flung at soldiers, walls were ruptured where they had been willed to collapse and block the hallways they formed and wherever the fleeing pair ran they were faced with the horrified stares of the dead. This had once been a university, a safe haven of learning, but now it was a mass tomb and no-one was interested in tending to

The witch silently slipped through the trees, far too conscious of the seeming presence of something even greater than herself about her. She made no attempt to rush inside away from it, however, she continued about her business as if it were normal. Periodically, she stopped to pick some herbs and flowers, placing them into the basket and at one point took a fruit from its tree. She bit into the delicate purple-blue flesh and savoured the taste. These fruits were rare, but so very delicious, and famed for restoring magical energy, which she needed after that great effort. Their ability was the reason they were rare – the King hadn't wa

There is a city in Northern England called York. It is fabled for being the most haunted city in the world, though whether that is true or not, I cannot say. All I know is friends and family of mine have told me about their own spooky sightings of a legion of Roman soldiers marching down the cobbled streets. Anyway, telling you accounts given to me by friends isn't what I'm here for. Ghosts are peculiar things. More often than not they are simply a figment of your imagination or a trick of the light or, perhaps, your own mind playing tricks on you. One man – Alfred McFarland, aged 72 and lifelong resident of York – claimed he saw

Life When I ponder life, Whilst lazing in the sunlight, I know I love it. Heart I'm warm and content, With joy beating in my heart, Happy as I am. Song The music beats loud, As we dance into the night, Singing away time.

The Toa of Lightning ran for her life down the darkening corridor, fear in her heart and hatred in her eyes. The one person she'd ever tried to keep safe from the horrors of the world had been torn away from her – her sister, her young and innocent sister was dead, and it was her fault. She saw light up ahead, but she also saw guards. Two huge Dark Hunters carrying swords as long as she was tall. She summoned lightning bolts from the sky to strike them down, but she was so tired from her escape that they merely shocked the two, making them even angrier then they had been before. They swung those huge swords at her, but she dodged easily