Nylah-Fae

Written for Cordria's august contest. I looked at the house one last time, making sure everything looked OK – as far as the old decrepit building could ever be OK – and then closed the door of the van, shutting out the warm night air that was pressing down on me and making me feel heavy and sluggish. Things never really cooled off around here, night just took the immediate burn of the sun away, not the oppressively humid air that perpetually hung around the place. Whoever had decided that building a house in this incline between the hills and the trees and the higher mountains that made up the – admittedly, spectacular –

For Cordria's July contest (A Danny Phantom Fanfic. I don't own Danny Phantom) She was playing. Her fingers slid over the worn keys, feeling their smooth ivory surface and the hitch in the D where the hammer didn't hit the snares quite right, or maybe the spring was stretched beyond its normal wear. She didn't hesitate once, she never missed a key, and if she hadn't been playing the same song for almost half an hour straight she might even have enjoyed it. The piano was reasonably well tuned, and the overly familiar tune echoed in the empty auditorium of the school, bouncing off the wall. When the hall was filled with people, the sound wou

For the June contest "She was running down the alley" by Cordria She was running down the alley again. He watched her go, impassively and unmoving. She ran all the way to the end, turned, laughed at him and then vanished into thin air. It used to hurt, seeing her like that, but no longer. He had finally gotten used to it, seeing her again and again, the ethereal figure in the white dress, not quite there, not quite solid, but clearly visible. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad. But he supposed you could get used to a lot of things. He knew you could get used to a lot of things. Like sitting here in the stupid alley clutching