In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Fallen Blade

He sat there wondering. His makeshift grave floating in his head. Why did this happen? His friend wept on the ground as he floated.

“Be a man, Marco.” He pleaded, “Damn it why can’t he hear me.”

“Don’t die, Marco. Don’t cry! Be a man!”

Marco helplessly sat there. He stared at his name.

“Titus!” Marco screamed helplessly, “Why did you lose!”

“I did! I was an arrogant fool!” Marco pleaded, “I knew it was too soon! God let him hear me! The blade was already sabotaged.”

Marco looked around. The clouds that had formed overhead began to rain.

“You mock me now! By crying for him more!”

As the rain hit him, his face screwed with sadness.

Marco screamed! He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“I loved him!”

Titus face sunk.

“Damn him! Damn him for saying that! I won’t leave now….”

“But you must.”

Titus looked around to see a beautiful angel with a solemn expression.

“No! You can’t! At least let me heal him!”

“You will see him soon. If he makes it here.”

“What are you saying?”

“He only is wounded because he caved and took money to make sure you couldn’t fight.”

“You lie…”

“He forged the blade in person. Lord Saban watched to ensure it was flawed. You cannot rest because his gift was shotty and you knew it.”

“He would have died had he not!” Titus yelled.

“And he still comes. Do you wish to wait for him?”

“I can’t. I’m ashamed.”

Titus looked away.

“Then at the very least come now.”

Titus floated down, ignoring the angels request. He touched Marco whose eye began to fade.

“So, you’ve come back to get me…”

Titus face wrenched with tears.

“Don’t look like that Titus… I did this.”

“Why save yourself only to come and get killed.” Titus said, “You shot at a high official. At least have the nerve to fire before he hit you.”

Marco closed his eyes.

“I feel peace hearing you.” Marco whispered, “Please calm down and lets live in heaven together…”

As Titus looked to the sky the angel sent a beam of light floating Marco up.

His eyes opened as he reached to wipe Titus eyes.

“Fine then… Let’s enjoy our stay.”

The angel smiled as she led the way.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, When Hell Comes

“Well…”  A woman walked through the woods, “I have to find those scared roots.”

She walked around looking with an almost bored expression. Toads hoped around. One was immediately captured by a snake slithering by. She snarled at the snake and then chuckled at the disaster.

“Worms are tastier than those fellows.” She looked around, “Right? You!”

A girl jumped.

“Leave! I only followed you because I’m lost.”

“Well then…” The woman raised her hands, “Kyral is the name. Follow me anyway, hun.”

They walked deeper into the forest. A lake was just ahead.

“Oh no…” Kyral paused,” We may be in trouble. Tell me, girl, did you disturb a cave?”

“It’s Kimmi, and no I was only looking around.”

“That place is not for adventure. Your sent must be all over it.”


They both jumped as this horrible monster appeared. I giant snake like creature at the bottom a tormented woman at the top.

Kimmi froze in fear. Those eyes looked like they would send her to hell.

“Run you fool!”

The monster lunged at her. Kyral jumped in front of her and sent her hand up.

A shield immediately bounced the beast back.


“Why is that here!? What is it?”

“A Hell Viper.” Kyral readied herself, “And it seems I’ve made her mad…”

The Hell Viper slithered her anger showing. Kyral snapped her finger and a bubble surrounded Kimmi.

“Wait I have to run!”

“Nah, I got you!”

Kyral jumped onto a floating pool she had gather from the lake.

“Let’s go!” She said lifted her hand.

They flew past, the Hell Viper hot on their trail.


Kimmi clutched her head and closed her eye in fear.


Let’s go!

Kyral jumped off and all at once she squared the Hell Viper up. She let her crash into her fist. The Hell Viper stopped at once as she held her back with her fist on its shoulders.


She shot two flare sending the Hell Viper up. It stopped it momentum curled its back and lunged Kyral jumped out of the way this time. The ground shattered causing dust to stir up. It slithered around.

Kyral had began to cough as she inhaled some dust. All at once the most heavy hit she’s felt in her life in her across her abdomen. She was sent into a tree and blacked out.

The impact cleared the dust.

“Oh no!” Kimmi’s bubble burst.

Her feet pounded against the ground as she flew to the tree as fast as the Hell Viper rounded again.

“Wake up!”

She had just barely got there when Kyral jolted up and fired a bolt of lighting so fearsome the earth thundered.

The Hell Viper slithered around but the attack shook its senses.

“Back off girl!”

“I can’t leave! This is my fault!”


Kyral fired another shot at the Hell Viper this time she waved her body and the lightning followed her movements and hit the Hell Viper full on.

The Hell Viper screeched. It watched Kyral and Kimmi.

Kyral prepared for another strike. When the most gruesome smile formed Hell Viper she held up her hands.

Kyral turned and hugged Kimmi before her bubble formed around them and the were hit with a blast of wind.

They both screamed as they were sent flying. They bounced about in any and all directions.

“I can’t hold up!” Kyral yelled.

The bubble burst with the latest impact and the both were sent rolling. Darkness filled their eyes.

Moments later Kyral felt her head was going to explode. She could her soft crying. She moaned as she came to in Kimmi’s lap. She looked to the side.

“Well… How odd I found them.”

Kyral reached to the side and pick the roots.

Kimmi dried her eyes.

“I though we were dead too.” Kryal smiled.

“Here let’s get out of here. We’ll go around.”

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Withered Flower

“You poor thing.” The young woman stared, “Trampled into the ground with a vicious might.”

She stared at the flower. Its petal tarnished as the stem bends. The woman picked up the petals.

She clutched them tightly.

War ravaged this land. As the villager returned to the wreckage. They all cried.

“We did not deserve this tortious view.” She looked at the petals, “I couldn’t save you.”

She began to cry.

“I wanted to preserve your life. I thought that if you were a beautiful flower that you would not die.”

“Tarnished! This sinner soul of mine.”

She walked around, “At least your soul should have been mine. Why didn’t it preserve you.”

She wept.

“I could have saved your life.”

She dug a hole where the flower rest. She clawed at the ground helplessly. She cried as she did so.

The petal moved about in the wind. She desperately rustled them up.

“How dare you! How dare you father for taking her from me.”

She howled and screamed. She threw the flowers into the hole before picking the rest and placing it in.
She then moved the dirt over it.

“That’s enough. Don’t cry now. I’m here.”

“Emily you are a ghost.”

“Father is sad.”

“I came here for you. I am now trapped.”

“You are not welcomed back.”

“Why did we switch places.”

She looked around at the angel in front of her. Tears welled as she became bewildered at her beauty.

She raged all at once.

“Father, Call me back! Call me back!”

“Calm down, Julie.”

“I wanted us to live together.”

“You must-“

“Are you alright ma’am”

She looked around as a young man had made his way into the hills.

He went there to vent himself.

He was concerned at the woman’s expression. The devastation of the attack made him run.

He moved in closer.

“Stay back you foolish man.”

“But I wan-“

All at once she lunged at him.

Freighted he fell back.

She pounded his head many times.

Emily was horrified at how far she was going into anxiety.

He feared for his life.

Using his strength, he pushed her back.

She was more heavy than he thought. He managed to get up strength to push her off.

He ran back to the village.

Before he got there his brother who had been looking for him rushed by him to finish her off.

“We’ve had war! You are the only goon out here taking it out on someone else.”

He pulled a dagger and with a selfish greed of terror lunged at her.

“No! Father do not call her this way.”

As soon as she said this he slipped as he ran too fast. His momentum gave way.

He fell on the dagger horror striking the young man.

“How foolish! Foolish! I had gotten away!”

He cried miserably.

“That should be me…” Julie cried, “I have no life left.”

“That’s not true. You must live. This is the life you chose.” Emily cried.

“Your fear is dangerous, for the flower you hold would not have held me anyway.”

“You’re gone…”

She looked up as the man was suddenly over her.

Before she could react, she was embraced by him.

She was moved.

“You are-“

All at once she felt a pain. It stung as deep as her soul.”

She faded.

So, this is how you call me back?

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Swordsmith

The sound of metal rang across the sky. The swordsmith worked meticulously pounding at the metal. He enjoyed the ringing of the sword. He was at peace when he worked.

He wiped his brow as the sword came along.

“Excuse me sir.”

He turned so suddenly that the young woman jumped.

“What are you doing here?” He said sternly, “You should know not to surprise someone who is doing such meticulous work.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m lost.”


“I went off the trail to explore a bit. I figured I’d never find anyone else, but the beautiful sound of a bell ringing led me here.”

“You mean you heard the sword being forged.”

“I did.”

His face softened a bit.

“How long have you been lost?”

“Long enough to be afraid.”

He looked at the sword he had been working on.

“Fine you can stay here to rest. I will lead back to the main trail when the sword is finished.”

A sigh a relief escaped her lips.

He picked up his hammer as he pounded at the blade again.

He worked meticulously.

She silently whispered “Wow”

The swordsmith smiled behind his tough demeanor. He didn’t think a compliment would strike him so cool.

As time past he worked vigorously.

He glanced at her as he placed the finished blade down.

“This part is finished. Do you want to go back to the main path.”

“This part? You mean there’s more?”

“Of course. I must make the hilt of the sword!”

“You love this don’t you.”

The man let out a hardy laugh.

“I do.”

“My name is Jill she” said. As she smiled at his sudden enthusiasm.

He calmed down a bit.

“I always thought company would be too much of a distraction. But a pride of a swordsmith is proud to have some who understands the beauty of the craft.”

He got up to get the rest of the materials.

“By the way my name is Oran.” He sat down to begin. “This process will take some time are sure you want to stay?”

Jill lit up.

“Can I really?”

“Of course!”

He sincerely smiled.

“Watch closely.”

He turned to face her.

She watched as he worked.

He took much pride in his craft. Working like this put his mind at ease. He could tell his love of swordsmith as craft was showing more that his pride as a swordsmith.

Oran finished up. And showed her the sword.

She looked at it. Taking in every inch of the blade.

“Now than…”

He grabbed a scabbard of the shelf.

“I made this beauty ahead of time.”

“Wow!” She said as she clapped her hands together.

He slid the blade in and proudly placed on the shelf.

“It sits here for a bit. Until it goes out to the market with rest of my beauties.”

“You’re really a wonderful craftsman.”

“There you are Jill.”

A man ran in and hugged her.

“Brother you found me!” She said as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I got lost and was watching the gentleman craft his sword to rest.”

“I see thank goodness.” He ran and shook the Oran’s hand. “You have my thanks. I was so worried.”

“Such a strong grip.” Oran said “You would have found her anyway. No need to be so formal.”

The brother sighed relief as he had been looking for hours.

Oran glance at the woman’s sincere expression.

He felt he had been selfish showing off.

He thought to himself for a bit and smiled as Jill’s brother looked at the blade he just forged.

“It’s yours.”

Her brother jumped in surprise. He was stunned.

“Really, Gavin! It’s yours!”

Oran smiled as he placed it in Gavin’s hands.

The tears they shed made his heart warm.

“Well then.” He started. “I must rest.”

They gave their pleasantries and left.

Oran sat down and looked up.

“The blade found a better purpose.”

In for the Rain: Short Stories, Air

She silently watched as she wept. Her tears fell endlessly. The tears were as pure as crystals. Though there was pain in her tears a smile formed as the beauty of her love shined. She flew in closer to get a look. The woman wept what seemed like endless tears. She reached for one before their eyes met.

Taken aback by the sudden stare.

Is someone there?

She didn’t answer.

She enjoyed her stare.

The one who sat there dried her eyes. A warmth filled her soul. She felt as if she could fly.

“Do you hear me?” The angel said softly

“Why have I crossed to the other side.”

“You are not.” The angle said softly, “I am just here by your side.”

“Why do I hear you so clearly.”

“You simply are just divine.”

“Are you a lost spirit.”

“No, I am simply a ghost.”

“Then you feel like me and can’t rest.”

Tears welled again.

Before that fell she spoke softly.

“Dry your eyes and just help me rest. Let me see happiness.”

“That is hard. But if you need rest the I will try.”

She got out of her bed. The angel floated down closer.

It’s curious. She already seems better

The woman pulled a cup out of her cabinet. The angel watched as she filled it with water and slowly drank.

“May I ask why you wept?”

“I feel lost. However, don’t worry about it.”

“Why aren’t you afraid.”

“I’m honesty half out.”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The angel frowned.

“You seem too strong to give up.”

“I appreciate your words.”

She looked in the direction of the angel.

“It feels like you’re staring. I want to look in a direction. Are you over there?”

“I am but, do you see me?”

“No, but I feel you there.”

The angel looked confused.

“You really shouldn’t be that close to heaven enough to hear me.”

A worry washed over her.

“I feel fear.”

The angel snapped out of her thoughts.

“I have to sleep.” She looked in the direction of the angel, “Is your name Belle.”

She paused.

“It is…”

“Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t say that out loud. How did you know my name?”

“I felt like that was it. My is Nori.”

She smiled.

“Then let us rest.”

She rested on her side.

“I feel like you’re too close.”

“I simply miss sleeping.”

“It doesn’t feel bad just different.”

Belle smiled.

“I am going to pull you up for a bit.”

“What does that mean?”

Nori fell into a blissful slumber. She was surround by a warmth. Clouds around caressed her softly.

“Did you just kill me?”

“No only put you in a deeper slumber.”

A fear washed over Nori’s face.

“Should you do that?”

Belle smiled.

“You will feel more rested.”

“It’s nice here….”

“Please don’t get used to it. It’s only for a bit.”

She rested on her side.

“You are a beautiful angel.”

“I thought I hid it well.”

“Try not to get in trouble by God.”

Belle paused.

Nori sat up. She looked around.

The clouds where they rest seemed endless. The stretched for miles. The beauty of them bewildered her.

Belle watched as an awe came over Nori.

“Do you like clouds, too?”

Nori looked at Belle.

“It seems to real to not be heaven.” Nori’s hearts sank.

“Don’t worry I didn’t kill you.” Belle sensed the fear. “We are just safe.”

Nori closed her eyes.

She drifted. She felt like a endless stream. The world seemed as if it faded. A longing for the world to stop overflowed through her. She opened her eyes. Belle had wander off a bit. She watched her from a far.

She is nice looking.

“Are angels as beautiful as you?”

Belle was taken aback. She turned to see Nori looking at her.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Why do you wander?”

“No reason. It is a bit lonely here.” Belle looked a bit bashful, “You have time to think here. As blissful as it is you do miss humanity.”

“I don’t see why an angel would miss it.”

A long silence flowed against the sky.

“What if I said I love you?”

“How would you do that?”

Belle laughed. She returned her gaze into the cloud she was looking at. She glanced at Nori who seemed to fight sleep. The bewilderment in her eyes worried Belle. Yet at the same to she wanted her to see. She watched as her mind seemed to be dreaming. A child like smile formed on her face. As sleepy as Nori seemed to become, she beamed such bright energy. Belle wanted this to be forever.

Nori saw one cloud in particular that caught her eye. It sat high and mighty. It expanded into a mesmerizing shape. She watched it intently. Soon sleep overcame her. She let herself slip into a slumber.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Mirage that Holds Us

How did this happen? What did I do?

Panic had overwhelmed the young woman as she was being escorted by guards.

There are so many of the too and I can see a woman walking in front of them. Is she the princess?

They walked for a while clearly headed out of town. Minnea looked around to see all the worried faces. The people in the marketplace were all muttering to themselves. However, something seemed off. It almost looked as thought they were sympathetic towards her. She even thought she heard something about the princess is at it again. Either way this seems like a bad situation.

They arrived at what looked like a mini palace just at the outskirts of town. Minnea was led into the castle by the guards. She looked around nervously. She started to think of a way out before she was ripped from her thought by the woman who walked in front of them.

“Who are you!” The woman demanded.

“I am Minnea, A traveler. I wanted to by food from the marketplace before heading to my lodging.” Minnea tried to stay calm but this seemed so strange. She had done so much research on this place. The Mirage kingdom.  A beautiful desert oasis. Ruled by King Rahjeem and Queen Zola Gala. Surely, she couldn’t have broken some law.

“So you are not from here, interesting…” “I am princess Ishtear Gala, the 6th prince of the Mirage kingdom.” Ishtear seemed to be looking Minnea up and down. “You will do quite nicely.” She said suddenly smiling a bit lustfully. “Summon my chamber maids!”

Minnea was now not only afraid but confused.

What’s going on?

Suddenly five women walked in. “Bathe her and send her to my room.” Ishtear suddenly demanded.

“Wait! “Minnea was startled by this sudden command “Hold on, this is why I’m here?!” Minnae was furious. “What of it?” Ishtear said looking rather arrogant. “You should be happy I have chosen you to spend the night with me.” “You can’t be serious!” Minnea said as the maid escorted her away. “Oh, but I am.” Ishtear said as she walked away. “Clean her well.” She said as she chuckled to herself.

How did I get into this mess?

Minnea felt very uneasy as the maids scrubbed her. How selfish of her to do this. What kind of princess is she. “I apologize for this.” Minnea jolted from her thought as on of the maids suddenly spoke. “The princess has always been so selfish.” The woman was clearly uncomfortable with this situation. “Shush, Emma.” Another said. As they finished scrubbing her.

Darn. What am going to do…

Minnea who was now robed walked into the princess’s room. It was dimly lit but a soon a she walked in she saw her. The princess herself was also robed.

“You seriously aim to sleep with me?” Minnea asked. However, Ishtear didn’t answer. She strolled up to Minnea reaching for the belt the held the robe closed. Minnea’s heart began to race as Ishteer pulled the belt and revealed what was under it. “Very nice indeed.” She said obviously pleased by what she was seeing. “Have you no shame?” Minnea who was now feeling very uneasy tried to reason with her. “Not in the least.” Ishtear said eye still wandering up and down Minnea’s body. “Well, you shoul-.” Minnea was cut off by the sudden kiss Ishtear placed on her lips. Minnea backed away. “Enough!” “And tell me.” “How do you plan to get out of here with all of my guards?” Ishtear smirked seeing that Minnea was beat. “You may leave in the morning and resume your stay at our kingdom.”

Darn it.

Minnea laid there thinking of what happened last night. The morning sun began to shine through the windows. She glanced at the woman sleeping next to her.

What a selfish person…

Just then she heard a knock. “Who is that so early in the morning?” Minnea looked to see Ishtear had awaken. A knock came again. “Yes yes, Come in!” As the door opened however Ishtear wen pale. “Mother… What are you doing here?” Ishtear’s Mother looked at her Minnea and her Daughter. She looked disappointed, hurt even. “So, you have done such a thing…” For the first time Ishtear looked guilty.

“To think that you would do such a thing!” Ishtear’s Father paced back and forth seething in anger. “You have always been a hand full but this is just unacceptable!” “What have you got to say for yourself?” The king finally stopped squarely in front of Ishtear who hadn’t looked at him once. “Please forgive me father… I won’t happen again.” “How many time have I heard this.” The king looked extremely disappointed by this response. “ I had hoped that you would take being sent to this area as a chance to learn and practice ruling as a good leader should. But it appears that I was wrong… It pains me to say this but you are no longer fit for you crown.” “Father, no anything but that.” Ishtear looked terrified. “You haven’t shown that you have the qualities of a good leader in fact you have abused you power.” “Please, Father I will change. I will try harder.” Ishtear looked as if she was on the verge of tears. King Rahjeem looked at his wife who had sat silently. This clearly was too much or her. “You get one more chance. However, you must clean up your act. You are a future ruler.” “Yes father…” Ishtear said as she felt a great relief come over her.

Minnea sat in the foyer of the palace awaiting her fate. It had been a while since Ishtear’s parents had arrived. She still wonders how the caught wind of the situation. Though she wished they had come sooner. Just then someone came in. It was King Rahjeem. “Dear child, I apologize for my daughter’s behavior. It is absolutely appalling that she would have done such a thing.” “Please, sir.” Minnea said obviously done with this situation. “I just want to leave.” “Yes of course, I will have someone escort you back to town immediately.” The king summoned for someone. Minnea recognized the woman as one of the women who bathed her, Emma.

“Emma, please escort this young woman to town.” “Yes, sire.” Emma said with a bow as she led Minnea towards the door.

“I apologize. I couldn’t reach them fast enough.” Emma started. Minnea really didn’t feel like talking but she could sense Emma’s extreme guilt. “Don’t worry about. Sure, I am annoyed but thankfully that is about it.”

The town came into view “Well, then I will be seeing you off now, take care.” Emma said and with that Emma returned to the castle.

Minnea lay in the bed of her hotel room. She had just finished dinner and bathed.

This could have gone much better. I almost don’t want to stay here anymore.

Minnea rolled over to her side.

But I already paid for five nights…

A sigh escaped from her lips. “Well… A least rest of the kingdom seems nice…” Minnea said as she drifted off to sleep. “Hopefully the rest of my stay will be better…” Minnea said to herself as sleep had finally taken over her.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, Serenity under the moonlight

He sat there staring high into the moonlit sky. The night was clam and the serenade of cricket and frogs resounded around him. Every now and then he’d glance around to see the fireflies moving about.

 It’s almost about that time again.

He thought to himself as he shifted position on the bench he occupied.

 “How long has it been since I first started coming here.”

 His mind began to travel as he let out a long sigh.

Just then the sound of footsteps echoed on the sidewalk snapping him from his thoughts. His heart began to race as he looked off into the direction to where the sound was coming from. His face lit into a slight rosy color as he smiled.

“Here again I see.”, A slight hint of relief in his voice.

A young woman let out a chuckle “Yes, this is my favorite spot”, She said before sitting down beside him. “You like it too, right?” the woman continued in perky tone.


 He said as his eyes averted back to the moonlit sky.

“It always feels cool at this time of night.” She spoke rather suddenly.

“It does.” He said in a lofty tone.

The moon sat high in the sky.

He turned slightly to where the woman sat.

He watched as she dreamily stared at the moon.

“I want to eat the moon.” She said suddenly

He chuckled slightly.

“Do you believe the moon is made of cheese?”

She laughed and turned to his direction causing him to blush even more.

“I do!” She said.

He enjoyed the energy she had. For the time of night she was always beaming.

She stared high into the sky. The dreamy expression on her face always lit his heart.

“I’m staring.” He in avertedly said under his breath.

“I know the sky wonderful.” She sighed

“Oh yeah!” He nervously blurted upon realizing she heard him.

“It’s not bad.” She chuckled, “But if you want to look at me I don’t mind.”

He blushed.

She turned to him smiling.

His heart raced. She was so beautiful. He wanted to take her up on her offer.

“Is there a reason you come here.” She said.

“I come her for you.” He said this as his heart fluttered.

She quickly looked away. His heart fell as he felt he may have made a mistake.

“I’m sorry.” She said as she turned to look at him, “I ran from you just now.”

His heart skipped. He almost feinted.

“Did you really mean that.” She continued.

“I did.” He said with a swallow.

“I’m not ready for that.” She said softly, “But should I feel I am, I hope you waited.”

He watched her get up. I mixture of hope and sorrow flooded his heart.

“You really are going to run?” He asked.

“I am.” She said, “But in the meantime try to still enjoy the moonlit sky.”

He looked away as the moon shined in the sky listening to her footsteps echo away.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, Dear Love, Sincerely Me

Dear Diary:

Each day that passes her face appears in my mind more often. A funny feeling rises in my chest and I can’t help but smile. Is it love? Perhaps. I know this feeling is strange, but love feels too strong a word. While I do enjoy the feeling; a feeling a fear comes with it as well. What if it gets stronger? Part of me feels that could lead to pain. Is it a one-sided love? Does she even see me? Does she think of me as often as I think of her? Though what if it’s nothing? The thought of it being nothing leaves another strange feeling in my chest. Regardless of what it is I feel or fear, for now I will just cherish these thoughts of her.


Ranae placed the pen down on her desk, a long sigh escaping her lips. She examined the writing, taking in what she just wrote. These days I have been writing about her more and more. She thought as she glanced to the other side of the room where roommate was already sleeping. Realizing she herself was getting sleepy she placed her diary into the desk drawer. It didn’t take long before sleep overtook her after she crawled into bed, one last thought of Her.

Rays of sunlight poured into the room. Its warmth welcomed Ranae from her sleep. “Finally up? Sleepy head?” Ranae looked around to see Brenda already dressed and ready to start her day. “Oh no!” Ranae sprung out of bed and looked at her clock. “If I don’t hurry, we’ll be late!”

The rest of the girls was waiting in the lobby. “Where are they?!” Said Kelsey who was clearly agitated. Before anyone could answer Ranae and Brenda came running out the room. “Sorry I overslept” Ranae said between breathes. “I’m sure our breakfast is getting cold” Kelsey pouted. “I’m more worried about Ms. Gretchen” Melony groaned. “Sorry…” Ranae repeated. “Don’t worry about it, Ranae” Brenda smiled “Now let’s get this day started!”

The girls took their seats at breakfast. “Oh boy, I’m starving!” Kelsey said as she started to eat. “Is everyone ready for the upcoming chemistry test?” Brenda asked. “Not really…” Melony said with a sigh, “but I’ll manage. What about you, Ranae?” Ranae who had let her mind wonder to a certain person again jolted at the sound of her name. “Huh?! I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.” “That’s been happening a lot lately” Tina said with a bit of worry. “Yeah you really are distracted these days, Ranae” Cree added. “Really I’m fine” Ranae said as she realized her friends were starting to worry about her. “Anyway, we should hurry Chemistry class is starting soon; The review should be very helpful”

“Now then this is a delicate mixture that must be created with precision. As so…” The professor Began to demonstrate. As Ranae watched she could not help but let her mind drift again. Do I really seem distracted? It’s strange, even when I don’t mean to, I think of her. “Now then who want to volunteer?” The professor asked. Everyone hesitated. “Fine then I’ll pick a volunteer. Ranae!”  “Oh!?” Ranae snapped back from her thoughts. “Right.” Realizing the situation Ranae went to the front to do demonstrate the experiment. “Umm” Ranae looked on; this is clearly new. I’ve got an idea of how this is done Ranae thought as she grabbed a few ingredients. As she began mixing… “Good choice of ingredients, Ranae; however, that is not the experiment I just demonstrated.” The professor said with a frown. “Oh, I’m sorry” Ranae said slightly embarrassed. “To be honest I wasn’t paying attention.” The other Girls looked at each other in concern. “Rather unfortunate to hear, Ms. Ranae. I really do advise you to pay attention; this is on the test.” The professor said sternly. “Right it won’t happen again.” “Alright, Brenda why don’t you try?”

Ranae let out a sigh; she seemed out of it even to herself. The gentle breeze brushed across her face as she walked. Every day around the same time she would walk along the countryside before returning to the bus stop to head to the inner city and take the same route around town. It has become so routine. As she turned the corner, she passed it; the café. As she walked by: she glanced inside. Her paced slowed. There she laid eye on the person who occupied her mind so. Her and her sister were always there in the same spot around this time. How long has it been since Ranae realized this? Ranae herself couldn’t remember. But since then she has often come this way if only to steal one glance at her. As she passed the café her heart fluttered. Sighing Ranae kept walking until she fully passed the café. If only it wasn’t such a short pass. Even so; a smile formed across Ranae’s face. “I better head back now”

Night had fallen. Ranae glanced across the room to were roommate slept. She sat at her desk pulling out her diary.

Dear Diary:

Today could have gone better.  My friends are starting to worry about me. I don’t blame them. I really can’t get her off my mind. Or maybe that’s not it. Maybe I don’t want to forget her. The feeling I get from one glance at her makes me happy. Sometimes I wish it could be longer. To be able to sit across from her at that cafe. If only I didn’t have to be so far away from her. It would be so nice.


With that she put her diary away. As she lay in bed, she thought to herself. Perhaps it was time to come to terms with her feeling. On second thought, maybe it’s too soon. Ranae thought as she drifted to sleep.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, Adventure of Lockert Barnes

      It’s been hours since Lockert and his men landed on this island, this island of darkness and destruction. They have been in search for treasure in a long and morose forest. Trudging step by step as birds eerily chirped all around, they find themselves slowly being engulfed in this endless maze. Drawing nearer to the center if the forest, the adventurers find themselves at an entrance to a cave that seemingly led to a long dark passage.

     The cave reeked of a sort of evil allure. A strong breeze blew out of the cave, stinging their faces as they looked on. “Well…” started Lockert as he peered through the entrance ” I wonder where these leads?” “I’m sure it doesn’t lead anywhere.” one of his crew said, “and I doubt we’d find food here.” Still looking in the cave curiosity burning through him “Yeah but it’s worth a shot. Is it not?” and with that Lockert headed into the cave leaving no answers to be said.

      Somewhere deep within the confines of the cave a demonic yet human like creature observed through what looked like a mirror in appearance. She was dressed in all black, fire red hair flowed to her shoulders, and her eyes hidden behind some sort of goggles. “What have we here?” she said amusement filling her voice ” It seems I have guests and after so long. Maybe I should greet them” Giggling she headed off.

        The smell of ash and brimstone filled the air. The temperature rose with every inch they preceded. “This seems too hot to just be a cave. Perhaps we should turn back?” First mate Reed said a hint of terror in his voice. ” Don’t worry, I think it’s just a volcano.” Lockert said. ” Sir, are you mad” One of his crew exclaimed ” Just a volcano!? We could be incinerated!” “Don’t worry it’ll be fine. Besides the is kind of interesting.” Lockert assured his men. “Alright then first sign of danger we’re out of here.” Reed said knowing the adventurous nature of his captain.  “Alright” Was the answer from Lockert as they went on.

        Further into the volcano they spotted lava. Some popped in the air one with a dangerously loud sound. Not wanting to put is men in more danger Lockert stated “I think we should turn back now.” before anyone could act a loud explosion was heard and a cloud of dust surrounded the area. “What’s going on!?” cried one of the crew. The dust grew thicker and then slowly faded. Amongst the cloud of dust a dark figure arose hovering a few inches away from them. When the dust cleared they saw her and knew it was trouble.

          Floating over a pool of lava she grinned at them evilly. “So you’ve finally arrived.” she said with a hint of humor in her voice. ” I haven’t had guest in so long, so a really enjoy your company.” Who are you!?” Lockert roared, reaching for his sword. “Well now, there’s no need to get rough.” She said with a twisted grin. ” I’m Flaea Dominia, mistress of the lava, and I reside in this great volcano.”  curtseying she then said, “Now then let’s play a game.” ” We will no-” Lockert started before he narrowly dodged a ball of fire heaved at him. Everyone frantically dived not wanting to be scorched by the flames. Flaea laughed” Wow you guys are pretty fast, let’s see you dodge this.” she flung a few more at them, this time a few people caught on fire. ” Wow, look at that!” She yelled with amusement as she watched them franticly pat out the fires. She danced around the flaming lava until she was nearly hit with an arrow. ” Take that you fiend!” one of Lockert’s crew roared as he loaded up another. Following suit everyone let arrows fly, but to no avail.

        She floated around as if in a dance recital. More arrows flew but not a one hit.” Stand still you witch” Reed demanded. ” Alright, if you insist” Flaea said in a mocking tone as she came to a halt. As soon a she stopped arrows once again came hurling at her aiming to hit. Raising her hand the arrows burst into flames. “Whoops, I forgot.” She giggled in that mocking tone. ” You said don’t move.” ” This is Insane! Captain, what do we do!?” a crew member frantically yelled. Wearing expressions of distraught they turned to the captain. “We distract her and try to get out of here as quick as possible.” The determined Lockert said as he drew is sword intent to fight.

         Flaea spun around giggling like a kid in a toy store. She was clearly enjoying her new “toys”. Lockert looked on trying to figure out how to attack her. He couldn’t just pounce at her, as she was floating over a pool of lava and that would be suicide. Trying a different approach he yelled “Let’s play a different game!” The dancing demon turned obviously interested. Floating in a closer, she inquired” What kind?” ” King of the ring!” Lockert said. ” a game were two people are in an arena and they have a little battle. Last one standing wins.” She beamed with excitement “Sound fun.” With that she glowed a bright red. The whole volcano began to shake.  From the pool of lava arose four platforms three of which forming stepping stones to the final larger one. ” I’ve been waiting for something like this!” She exclaimed while blocking their exit with a rock. Obviously she was on to the plan. She then quickly floated to their “playing field”. ” Well this is going to be hard” Lockert muttered to himself as he followed.

        Nearby lava popped as they stared each other down both of them not making a move. Then Flaea raised her hand high in the air. Sparks rose from her palm forming a staff. “Alright, shall we begin?” She said and before he can bat an eye she flew over with amazing speed and struck him with her staff. The blow, heavy, nearly knocked him into the lava behind him. Lockert countered with a strike of his own, nearly hitting her. They swung and dodged blow after blow, no one person gaining an advantage until Flaea kicked it up a notch, with a back flip she spun and kicked him right in the face then landed another hard blow in the gut. Angry, Lockert swung hard with a sucker punch, catching her by surprise. Sent flying back her goggle broke off revealing a pair of terrifyingly angry eyes red in color. She picked up her staff and cast a massive fire ball at Lockert who dodged.

          The fire ball flew past him and hit the rock, unblocking the exit. To angry to notice she flung another causing a smoke to rise up. Using this to their advantage Lockert and his men fled out of the cave as fast as they could, leaving a frustrated cry behind them. ” They will not get away that easily.” She growled through gritted teeth. Half way through the woods Lockert and is men felt the ground shake and heard a terrifying explosion.  In the direction they came from lava rushed out toward them. Their feet pounded even faster as they frantically approached their ship. Moving quickly they set sail the lava causing the water steam behind them. ” That was close” Lockert said as he let out a long sigh of relief. ” Yeah let’s not do that again.” Reed exhaustedly replied. ” Done.” Lockert said with a smile and they sailed off living to journey another day.

            Somewhere in the volcano Flaea slammed her fist into the wall. ” Darn, they got away! Looks like I’ll have to wait a few more years for more guest to arrive. In the meantime, I’ll be fixing my goggles.” and with that she disappeared into the darkness of the volcano.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, Love-Lie

When it Rains

An Imagination that lights the heart. A smile and a laugh from the bottom of me. Gently resting under a tree. A dream of sunshine, a warmth of Rain. A single whisper a silent pain. My eyes they weep. A sound of lightning rings above. A man calls down “What is your name?” I call back as the sun fades and simply say “My name is Raine.”


A glance in the wrong direction. A fidget and a swallow. A ghost appears and summons you here. In darkness I shall not follow. For whom the bell tows and where do I go? A glimmer and a hope. I face the fear called death. Forsaken or forgotten a memory flashes back. Who is this person that’s constantly laughing? Is it grief or is it more divine? An angel is here with the same name as mine.


A foe or an enemy what is your name? Or are you a friend? Is that your name. Something so close. My heart’s desire. Tell me do you know my name?

Am…I to Leave

A voice as beautiful as the sun. One note and the bell has rung. To whom it calls… An angel will fall. And pray to his soul my bell is safe.


What follows me here and there. A soul so blank as it stares. Your arm lifts the same as mine. But for you the sun doesn’t shine.

The word “You”

What comes to mind when I think you is a word that spells my feeling for you.

Love Anxiety

A glance in the wrong direction. A fidget and a swallow. A sigh as heavy, as the soil beneath my feet. The steps of my darling become so clear to me. A fear I dare not reveal follows. Instead we pass each other. A frown now disappears. Because my love so sweet.

Siren’s Song

A storm and a blow. A ship and wreck. A sinner prays. A life to be saved. A siren calls and the ship comes back. Leading the sailor home.

The letter you

I think of a letter. As I look toward the sky. An angel pass across my mind. The letter “U”… What does it mean? I think of a smile of times we were happy. For you the clouds are where you rest. For me the sun shines down as a gentle caress. We follow the rain and the hiding sun. A tale of love brought from above. A kiss so sweet as I wake up.


The one who stares blankly. A vision that bursts. With the stroke of a brush an artist provokes. A splatter of paint. An idea explodes. Dreams come to paper as reality unfolds. A world is entered. We fall to the sky. A song ring with sweet lullabies.

When my name is called

As I glance in the wrong direction; I fidget, and I swallow. A ghost appears and summons me near. A darkness falls before me; one I do not wish to follow. A single bell rings and a hope for life it brings. Forsaken or forgotten. Am I abandon by God? Why has Insanity taken such a firm grasp? I watch an angel fall right in front of me. Who is the one that calls me. A hand reaches to me. The one it belongs to whispers a name familiar. Beyond the lips of a sinner comes “Please don’t call me back.”

Hope (Happiness)

A splash of color here and there. I pause and I wonder as I stare. The one who stared blankly a brush and a stroke. A pleasant thought that art provokes. The shinning sun a cool rain. A warmth that ends all the pain. I laugh, I cry my soul divine. I smile so bright as time goes by.


An Imagination that lights the heart. A smile a laugh from the bottom of me. Gleefully dreaming under a tree. A nap and a story under the sun. A sound, a song that enter my ears. A serenity as the sun disappears. The stars that shine show a picture of you. Tears fall down my face as a warmth and joy disappear. I listen, I wander to a distance voice; hoping my happiness doesn’t fade.


On a cloud there sat a droplet of rain. Glistening under a ray of sun. It falls down to earth under the sky. The soil drinks it over time and it begins new life. A bud of a flower rises from the ground. It soaks up the rays and returns to life. A beauty like no other forms an existence. A ray of sunshine feeds it from above. A beautiful flower remains here on earth. As time flies the sky around it changes. In the light of the sun brings forth an angel. She floats and takes a look before returning to air.