Zycho32

The way he moved felt like a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of dream where you moved with unsurpassable strength and speed. This was the kind of dream where you moved like molasses and felt ever more fatigued with each step taken. He had started out on a dead run but that had been eaten away to a lethargic jog- the kind done by a very much unfit person- that or a really old one. From teenager to senior citizen in 30 seconds flat. If he weren't racing against time, Brendan would have found it amusing in that self-destructive way. He didn't want to glance at his watch; seeing what time was left would have discouraged him and probabl

Dear May, Today I found myself in a Superstore, looking for the usual supplies such as Pokeballs and antitdotes and excetera, when something out of the corner of my eye caught my interest. I was drawn to the shinyness of a jewelry stand (and I am sure you're figuring- with great amusement- that i'll follow anything shiny like a moth to a flame as you're reading this) where two gems out of the whole collection captivated my sight. (I bet you didn't think I could write big words, did you?) The gem on the left glistened in many shades of blue- sunlight through the windows glittered on many of the carved sides and danced all along the surface e

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Danny and Sawyer are copyright Warner Bros. The song Rhythm of the Night is copyright Corona and whoever the hell is above them. "Rhythm of the Night" A story by 32 This is the rhythm of the night The night...oh yeah The rhythm of the night This is the rhythm of my life My life.... oh yeah The rhythm of my life-life-life-life-life-life... Every now and then, I find myself remembering life as a regular secretary. I used to work in the Animal Actor Agency for Mr. Wink six days out of seven, often getting Sundays off. Often enough the workload would be unbearable, and I'd find myself wishing for an easier job. So now th

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Both Danny and Sawyer are copyright Warner Bros. The song Rhythm of the Night is copyright Corona, and whoever the hell is above them. "Rhythm of the Night" A story by 32 This is the rhythm of the night The night...oh yeah The rhythm of the night This is the rhythm of my life My life...oh yeah The rhythm of my life This is just going to be a friendly visit, nothing more, nothing less. I casually (well, as casually as I could) put on my straw fedora and bow tie in front of the mirror. I have a comb, which is put to good use as I fix a few strands of hair from my face. My purpose of this trip is a special one. And th