Micah Park Biffle

   A Samurai's Purpose  The world is flooding and none can find shelter. The Titans of Ezerek have breached their cells of punishment. They, or someone has helped them break the magical barrier that has kept them from this world.   Their red eyes beam like far off lasers seeking their target. A darkness has seeped from their chambers and shrouds them in view. They stand at the heights of the tallest buildings. They are destruction and know of no other way.   They are spawns of hell that were born in the battle of who will obtain earth, good or evil? Who ever won the battle is allowed a Ten-thousand year reign without any outside resistance greater than that born of the devils spit or born of heavens breath.   Small demons and other small creatures are granted pasture upon earth as good reigns. But they are not allowed to infest any humans unless they are welcomed. So they must rely on tricks to build their presence. But now, either the devil hi...

   A Wolf and A Boy Theran found a wounded wolf on his way home from his morning education at the Lockly School of Science. A place where many great scientists and mathematicians have been birthed into the academic world and thereafter.   Theran, being the curious and scientific child he is. He stops a short distance from home to observe a wolf. Theran shows no signs of fear, his eyes address the wolf with kindness and the wolf gives no sign of danger; at least from the distance Theran is standing.   Theran continues to look at the wolf as he creeps forward with his book bag in hand. The weather is fickle with snow. Theran barley noticed the wolf as he was walking home. Its white fur blends well with the snow covered ground.   What caught Theran's eyes is the blood that is covering the wolf's face. A large stain of red covers the wolf from the snout to the left its left eye. Theran has always loved animals and has two dogs and cat at home. Which he c...

Fear No Dragon  Eyes glaze in the echoes of yesterday, the failures, the wins, the losses, and the gains. A heart protruding, not only in the shell of thorns, but flowers. Piercing through a chest of inevitable pain and sorrow, as any breast.  A conquering will to achieve the unthinkable though held to the brims of misery. Casting the vibrancy of joy, letting it sink like mist and fill the veins of harmony. Feeling no fear in the sight of a dragon. Pulling teeth of the mighty of beast as if they are weeds to a garden. Using the scales as armor, lifting the heart in the acquiring of wings. Letting no meat go to waste, allowing no mistake to go without resolution. Purging the head of a mask that bears heavy weight, feeling the release of the rotted, the ill and the damned. Rising in the flames of faith, of hope, and talent.  Trumpets sing in the triumph over suffering. Overthrowing the masquerade that bled from the walls of the mask like venom from fangs....