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The Diary of Alba Chapter One One of the reasons Anya enjoyed painting so much is because she knew how much it annoyed her mother. It's not like she was striving to be an artist, and she couldn't help but smile as her mother immediately took her easel out of the house the just as she dabbed her brush in paint. There was nothing Anya could do but smile anymore; no amount of arguing, whining or yelling would ever dissuade her mother from returning these confiscated items. "Painting is nothing but a waste of time!" Her mother would always say. "Why would I want my child surrounded by paint fumes all day? Especially after what happened

 You know, I'm starting to get a little suspicious...this is way too easy.   Giovanni thought grimly, frowning at his discomfort as he shuffled his way through the vents. For most of his missions, Giovanni's main method of transportation would be through the ventilation system of any given building; most of them were relatively big, easy enough for him to sneak through, and it was the easiest way to avoid any unwanted contact. That's part of the job. Giovanni thought, making sure not to disturb the light streaming through one of the open vents, letting in air through the hallway below him.  ...Not being seen. Giovanni had m

  At first,there was nothing but darkness. Then he could hear voices as he went in and out of consciousness...voices he did not recognize. Family? Friends? Or enemies? His mind was still too blurry to attempt to focus on anything else until he opened his eyes. It took him awhile to focus on the man in front of him,though through the dim lights he could not make out his face...or the faces of anyone around him. His first instinct was to run, to find his home, to get to his parents-But who were they? His eyes widened as he tried to recall how he got there, who was with him, who he was...and they filled with tears as his mind drew a blank.

   Zacharriah was not the type of person to cry, even if he was only six years old. Never the less, when he tripped over himself for the eighth time, his irritation caused him to let out a howl of humiliation and misery. His father seemed to have noticed this, for he stifled his laughter as he scooped his son up from the ground, and he began to walk.    "What's gotten into you?" He asked his son, but with a sympathetic smile, "You're all over the place today."    Zacharriah huffed loudly, glaring at his father as he procedded to kick his little feet in the air. "It's these shoes!" He grumbled, "The icky new shoes you made me wear! I hate

Love is a tango a dizzying and complicated dance and only those who master it can enjoy it. For those just starting out you must practice and practice and sometimes, you might get messed up or even fall over by a more experienced dancer. But no matter how many times you fall, or however many times you get hurt, there will always be time to get back up and try to tango again.