Vanessa took a deep breath. Her target, Caeth, had fled to the Misty forest. He thought that hiding would work. Well, he was wrong. Now the cat was ready to go find the mouse. No more games of hide and seek.

She placed most of her weapons in her rucksack. And the rest were hidden away underneath her enormous armor. She smiled as she locked the door behind her.

Caeth and his pack were all relaxed. They sat around a campfire. Svrok was by Caeth's side. He wanted his dear friend to regain his strength. This monster hunter was out of control. What did she have against Caeth? Maybe, she just wanted to leave all the monsters in the team without a leader/guide.

Svrok: So, it looks like you are not being hunted anymore.

Caeth: I have a feeling that is not the case. We all have to be on the lookout for this woman. She moves quite fast for a human.

Svrok: Or you never knew how trained she was.

Caeth: Yeah. And right now I do feel much better. But if I was to be shot like before, I am not sure how long I would need to recover.

Svrok: Hey, do not worry. I am that there is no way she will come and try to fight a whole pack of monsters. I mean- it will be what one human against six other beings and their leader.

Caeth: (chuckles) Oh this monster hunter might be too much for the pack to handle.

A short while later, one of the members of the pack was knocked to the ground after being shot with a poison arrow. The other pack member noticed that the buddy was knocked out and scanned his surrounding to check for an intruder. All the time he stood looking around only sealed his fate. He did not see Vanessa drop from one of the trees to the ground. By the time the dropping sound registered in his mind it was too late. He had been struck with a hammer to his head.

Two monsters were out cold, and the rest did not even realize it. They were all focused on protecting their leader- when they could hardly protect, or even defend themselves. Vanessa felt some form of sadness towards the pack. They needed to train more, and not guard their leader like a child.

Caeth turned to face Svrok.

Svrok: What's wrong?

Caeth: She is here.

Svrok: The monster hunter?

Caeth: No- the tooth fairy, of course the monster hunter.

Svrok: Where is she?

Caeth: I can pick her scent from the air. She is not too far from here. In fact, I think we may actually be under attack.

There was a blast after Caeth said his last word. Vanessa had placed semi-toxic paralytic gas bombs around the monster camping site. Svrok's eyes were tearing up. Caeth had a coughing fit. The pack were all loosing their muscle control, and their eyes became really heavy.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, Svrok opened his eyes. The gas had cleared- he turned to his side where Caeth had been. He was gone. There on his spot was a note....

To Caeth's pack-

DO NOT come looking for Caeth. He is now my prisoner.

The Monster hunter,

Vanessa Helsing.

Svrok shook his head. And then froze for a few seconds. That name- Vanessa Helsing. Oh no. This was not good. No wonder why she was really good at hunting monsters. Caeth was doomed. No one messed with Van Helsing. Now it seemed like the same goes for his daughter.

#TheMonsterHunter

#VanHelsing

what’s the problem with those that forgive and love too much and care too constant and feel too deeply?

it’s that snakes that slither with split tongues are offered sympathy and words that wound are washed away with tears rolling from the wrong face and it’s the demons that deliver the most evil that are given the benefit of the doubt.

It’s that everybody is loved and nobody is hated—except themselves.

what’s the problem? it’s that the only person that has given everything is the only person that receives nothing.

Gleaming scales, serpent’s tongue

took down the boy with just one lunge.

He’s screaming, crying, pain’s multiplying,

flame of life is slowly dying.

It’s too late, nothing can be done,

he’ll go down while the night is young.

Citizens watch, horror etched on their faces,

they’ll go home and count their graces.

He wakes up from the vivid dream,

learns that life is like a balance beam,

for nothing is quite how it seems.

I based this on a dream my dad had when he was a boy.

Okay. So, I just got in an argument with someone about this and I'm gonna rant.

A guy is a guy weather or not he has a d*ck. A guy's d*ck does not make him a guy, It's that he says he's a guy and he believes he is one. Some guys have d*cks and some guys have va*inas. What's between your legs doesnt make you who you are. You figure that out through life. Between your legs is your sex, In your mind is gender. Just because you dont have a d*ck between your legs doesnt mean your less of or not a guy. Same for women. It doesnt matter what she has between her legs. Va*ina or not. She is still a women and she is still valid.

Gender is nothing but a social construct. It's these steriotypes society implaints in us since the moment we are born. You are either a boy or a girl. Blue is for boys, Pink is for girls. Girls do this, Guys do that. Your gender is based on what you were born with between your legs. Guys are masculine, Girls are feminine. Guys play sports, Girls stay pretty. NONE of this is true. A girl can be masculine and a guy can be feminine. A girl can do or be whatever she wants to no matter what society says because she is her own person and society does not control her. A guy can be dor do what ever he wants because he is a singular individual.

Some people even choose to not to associate with any of these social constructs and can identify as non-binary or agender. They are still valid. It still doesnt matter whats between their legs. Some people associate with both and can identify as bigender. Still valid. Still doesnt matter whats in their pants. Some people are born intersex. First, they were born that way. They are still valid. They can still be who they want despite what society says.

NONE of these people are weird. They are valid and beautiful.

NEVER ask someone what is in their pants if you cant tell weather they are a girl or a boy because, First, they may be both or they may be neither. Second, it's extremely rude. Would you go ask any other person what's in their pants? No.

Gender is a social construct. This is not set in stone from the moment you are born. This is determined by what you feel you are.

Sex is what's in your pants. This is placed when you are born and will stay the same unless you get sex reassignment surgery.

I search the universe

for a cure,

for the worst diseases

we must endure.

Taking dreams

of the rich

and poor,

penetrating

to the very core.

Advancements

are being made,

but more than anything

they need aid.

They were once

of strength

and titans’ power,

now they need you

in their darkest hour.

"Never again," Sasha thought. Never would she be placed among the others on the shelf, like a dusty trophy designating conquests.

She would now radiate like a solitary star, alone in her universe. Shining fiercely with vengeance upon all who leered from the shadows.

Resolve can be a devastating weapon.

Before the break of dawn,

Vanessa begins to yawn...

This town is full of monsters

A pack of hungry creatures...

She has to watch her back,

Carry many weapons in a sack-

Caeth- the new master,

The strongest pack leader.

No time for rest-

The monsters wait in their nest.

Waiting for the New Moon-

Beasts will get stronger soon.

The hunt now set in motion,

Vanessa made a concoction.

She liquefied silver in a kettle-

And waited for the poison to settle.

Caeth was already wounded-

With one powerful shot.

Vanessa never easily rested—

Her target had already lost....

#MonsterHunter

#Achilles’Heel

The fairies in the Enchanted forest gathered around for the closing annual meet & greet. Each fairy had to come together with others at the end of every year to celebrate all their fairy work.

Each working station of fairies flocked around the ancient & mighty faer tree. It’s leaves glowed as the moon’s light shone on the great faer tree. Some fairies played their harp, and others were seeing who could beat the other at flying from the trunk of the faer tree to the highest top, and back.

The fairies soon heard the gentle and soft sound of the Royal horn. Their leaders arrived. It was the Fairy King and his Queen. They had come to join the New Year festivities.

While the King and fairy Queen were ready to greet their kingdom, the fairy station chiefs all checked to see that their groups were paying attention to their rulers.

Fairy King~ My dear fairies. It has been a year of so much hard work from every station. The seasonal fairies all made sure that the weather patterns changed at the right time. And the fairy artists did an excellent job with setting the right tones for the forest, surrounding nature, & critters.

Fairy Queen~ And now we celebrate in counting down to another year. This is the time for us all to relax and enjoy this grand time.

All the fairies cheered and applauded. They were ready to say goodbye to one year, and were ready to see what the next year had [waiting] in store for them.

#HappyNewYearProsers.

2017 was a promising writing year. It’s been a pleasure reading other writers work, tales, writing pieces, and entering challenges.

2018 has new, and many, more stories, poems and other writing prompts waiting to be completed.

So, you thought that I’d be easily forgotten. Au contraire! Now that I have your attention. Read this entire message. Don’t skip any slight details at all.

You destroyed the bed of roses in the garden. But you blamed it on the dog. Aie, aie, aie. No one may have known what you did. It might have been on accident. Now you have to go make sure that you inform the family on what actually happened. And the dog can be forgiven. As for you, you’ll have to ask the dog for forgiveness, and then take care of the new roses that your brother planted.

P.S. If any more flowers are destroyed, you will be taken to the flower court and charged for threatening the growth of the roses. Let us live in harmony. Please!

Sensing the turmoil within

He watches her every step-

She moves closer to his side

Seeing the unending battle-

He learns to control it

With a great amount of time

He’s only been in the dark-

It has been many years

Since he has seen any light

Sensing the battle in him

She moves closer to help,

Offers her heart, and soul.

The darkness meets the light

Soon it begins to fade away...

He now remains ever bright.

#LightWinsOverDark