A little poem
Just a little something I thought of while walking home
One, two. He feels so blue.
Three, Four. She fought in the war.
Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks.
Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.
Nona: Chapter Five: Pool of Reflection
Viper sighed. "Looks like she's gone and knocked a few teeth out" she said sounding disappointed. Petra looked over at Katelyne and Viper and she scoffed. "Look if you want to fight me fine, but don't go crying to me when you have your legs snapped...
Nona: Chapter Four: Sanctuary
Katelyne was starting to wake up. The day of Christmas was behind her and was just a memory, or a bad dream. Her vision started to come back she wasn't on the couch. She was in a king sized bed. Her mother never had a king sized bed. She gasped and...
Nona: Chapter Three: Fires of Christmas
Twas Christmas eve in Katelyne's home, around five forty three in the afternoon. Their mother was cooking the Christmas turkey and the two brothers were out back in the cold playing "Peter Pan" Jack was Peter Pan and Peter was captain Hook. Katelyne...