Ancient-Dragonheart

Intertwined by heart and bound in mind Wills to live balanced by the fate of the other Where hope floats only on truth And the Darkness always burns. Rebel in nature with a need to fight, a need to fly So when there's those days I really don't wanna try You wonder, am I really this me I claimed to be? Desperately I cling to all essence of you Do you know how hard I fight? That I can't sleep until I know you're ok? I love you so dang much And this stubborn mind won't let you go, I can't let you go. In fear and pain we spoke again tonight Wherein the mask of what scars Time has left was peeled away All those scars, bruises, and br

"Everyone ready?" Jen Goush asked the six teams that had been assigned to an SCO easy-going mission where they simply had to provide distractions for an extraction team. That was easy enough considering they could be as wacky as they wanted. The whole deal was going down at the Baltimore-Washington International Airport. "Alright," She said "Let's do this." Several GNGs were controlling the speakers so that the teams could play their own theme song with each round. The first song was "Dig It Up" by the D-Tent Boys. Four of the six teams were dressed in dirty, grungy work uniforms, complete with shovels, and they marched to the song, singing

   Unexplainable knowledge guides every movement, every decision, every thought process. Since roughly fifth grade, I have come to realize that I am very different from over 90% of the human race. I have also learned that 99% of the human race believes I need professional help because of some abilities I seem to have. Before you start attacking my intelligence and honesty, try taking a walk in my shoes, in my mind...   Eyes drifting over the crowds, scanning faces, clothing, features, any sign of identity, of who these humans pretend to be and who they really are. Hands tell nearly all secrets, stress lines on the forehead speak of years of

In the previous book, A Howling Mystery, a young, seemingly-innocent man was murdered and his body was dumped near the top of a mountain. The government and the local police were then left with the near-impossible task of untangling the mystery. Only, they weren’t prepared for how many governments were actually infiltrated and corrupted. In Recon 2, many characters loose and earn trust, learn how to cope with stress and the loss of comrades, and how to serve others. Government agents and police officers join forces with street racers and gangsters as they strive to get rid of all the corruption they find.   Many Government agents beli

Staring blankly into pools of reflection What is this beautiful creature glaring back at me? Touching lightly each soft curve of my face Nearly perfect circle why do you shame me? Feeling the glares, bearing the stares Begging my mind, Just this once, just this once Why can’t you, just this once, ignore the motion picture? Hallow laughter echoing back at me Hideous grin at my soul’s discomfort Tiny droplets of reddened sorrow Dripping from drowning eyes. Hiding behind satin rose curtains Whispering, shouting, screaming Why?! WHY?! Why do you torment me so? Smirking back at me this round face mocks every wounded fear.

Rumbling darkness, deeper than evil's gloom, playing games on the minds of weary travelers. Mysterious drears floated over dead bogs, spooking only the youngest of steeds. Side by side, flesh to flesh with no room for error, giant steeds walk cautiously along two by two. Each step placed with determined grace and stealth; eyes warily watching shadows drifting to and fro. Rising bubbles of reeking stench reach out with pungent claws, bearing reminders of the last strangers to come its way and who met their unfortunate fate deep beneath. Narrower the path closer to bogs' edge, and so much nearer to Witches' Realm. Tears of fear well in the chil

  Dressed in navy-blue surplus cargos and a black long-sleeved shirt with the words "US Rangers" down the sleeves and on the back, Agent Jessica Hudson smirked as she leaned against the cement walls of the BWI Airport Parking Deck. She watched two teams got suited up for their mission, strapping weapons of various sizes and types to their belts, ankles, and vests. Her own team, the US Black Dragons, was in their street gear and was pulling on their "costumes".    Two hours earlier, seven GNG and CORE teams were given a mission by an international security organization to test security in four different ways at seven different airports in th

Shadows hide unforeseen dangers, taunting the spirit and mind to fear what would seem harmless at first glance. Every creature has its breaking point, but when that creature weighs at least one thousand pounds more than its rider, the combination of anxiety, unfounded or not, and strength is lethal to any in the way. Muscles tense with worry place each step with added care. Every smell of the world, every touch of the wind, every vibrating clop of hooves against rock and trodden soil draws the rider closer and closer to the eye of the storm. Tranquility remains only as still as the flowing waters of the river to the sea.

Tarred pebble stepping stones Rippling mirrors door to the heavens below Fragile fragrance change drifts by Shadows whisper waking darkness. Distant calls crying dominance Silent echoes singing secrets Fading light teasing day Autumn breathes new life