Nod Your Head

Al, Aidan, Haley, Paul, and Sebby though. “Al!” comes next and then my name, and I stumble out from the bathroom. “Are you okay, Blue? You don’t look very good.” Haley notes, as I make my way into the kitchen. Today is Christmas Eve, I realize as I nod and pour myself a cup of coffee. I add a tiny bit of milk into the

Akaashi early Monday morning. "What is it?" Akaashi answers, fixing his school uniform. "I know that you kind of already wanted to come out to the public that you are an owl person, but are you okay seeing as you're basically forced to now?" Akaashi nods. "Yes, I'm fine." With his wing broken, Akaashi couldn't transform back into his human form properly, so he had no choice but to go to school showing who he really is. In a way, it was relieving that he was finally coming out, but it was also pretty

“You were there. That day with...Thread.” Madge can only nod. “Hell’s teeth,” Gale mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair. “That’s why…” Gale trails off, looking at Madge very closely. “That’s why you brought me the morphling?” Madge looks up to the sky, which is no longer pink and gold,

We decide that we should rest at the fountain. We did not bring enough food, leaving us to forage for plants. Which is something none of us are good at. And we all need a long, hot shower. “We are in no shape to go into the Demon Realm. We’re tired, hungry, and gross looking,” I say, pleading for the relief of home. “Yeah, I need a shower and a nice meal before I will do anything that will endanger me,” Serenity says. Lucas sighs, “You’re right, even the weakest Demon will be able to kill us when

blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun. Why did I stay out so late last night? "Don't make me dump cold water on you." Amy warns me, yet I doubt she would dare to do such thing. "If you don't get up you will be late for your dance practise." That woke me up completely. I check my cell phone and see I am already ten minutes late. I hurry to my closet and reach for a pair of black yoga pants and a pink shirt. I grab my ballet shoes and race out of the room Amy and I share

_ Ave continues to meet Oak at the tree and as the days pass, they grow extremely close. “Someday,” I tell Oak smugly one morning, “I will be the greatest warrior Sarn’s army has ever known.” He scoffs. “May Lady Luck grant your insane wish.” I scowl at him. “I will play a great part too, if war ever comes to our land,” he says then, a knowing smirk toying at his lips. “The greatest, in fact.” “The smartest twig,” I agree and our laughter swells in the

experience this. This feeling of accomplishment was is what made this business worth it. Knowing that all these people are gathered here to watch you perform is gratifying. I calmed the crowd and the show began, “What do you mean ooh When you nod your head yes but you wanna say no…” My voice echoed across the building, the energy was beyond imagination. The crowd was feeding off my energy and I fed of theirs. At some points, they even joined me to sing along. “What do you mean”, the crowd will constantly

AS THE THRONE ROOM CLEARS, Gawin pauses at the double doors, signaling with a slight nod to the Kingsmen guarding them. The Kingsmen returns Gawin’s nods and closes the doors. At which point, Gawin glides-as if his feet never touched the floor-to a crestfallen King David, staring onwards in his throne with his right hand clenched into a fist, holding up his cleft chin. “Your grace,” he asked, “is everything all right?” The King answered humbly, choosing an unburdensome subject matter to discuss

He appeared deep in thought as he stared at a globe on his desk. He then looked up at a board that displayed thousands of pictures. He shook his head as he touched the round globe. A tear escaped from his eye. The elderly man did this a few hundred times in a row. The board then switched; different pictures appeared, yet he did the same thing. The oddest occurrence took place next: he looked at

continue to sob until my eyes have dried up and just sit there for a couple of minutes. When I finally lift my head up and look up into her eyes. She smiles gently, looking at my face, I close my eyes already know that my eyes are red and puffy and my makeup has to be coming down my face as I just cried my eyes out like Niagra Falls in the taxi. ”You feel better,” she says. I shake my head no and look out the window and the gloomy weather because that is exactly what I’m feeling right now. “We just