Newly-Revived

One way or another Sakura leaned against the floor length window, glowering out at the room. Before her, all her friends were laughing and dancing to the music played by the band. Naruto and the guys were hanging about by the snacks table, joking and checking out the girls on the dance floor. The Jonin were lazing on the sofas, drinking from their beers, and swapping jokes that she knew would be disgusting. Some of the guys went up to her friends, and partnered up, Naruto with Hinata of course, Sasuke and Ino, Shikamaru with Temari, and Lee with Tenten. Kiba, Shino, Choji and Neji stayed by the table, watching with slight interest. But Sakur

"Willow, are you even listening to me?" I sighed, lifting my blue eyes to my father, still slouched on the sofa "yep". That was all he needed, and he launched back into the lecture. I gave a silent groan. This 'revision-is-so-important' talk was so old. I knew it off by heart I'd heard it so many times. "Willow, your exams are coming up soon, and it is so important that you revise! You spend so much time doing nothing that when it comes to the exams, you will fail" that bit was new. I stared at my father incredulously "what?! I do to do stuff! Look at my riding, my karate!" he closed his eyes, obviously counting to ten "Willow, you don't revi

The minutes rolled on by agonizingly slowly. British boys in the trenches squatted in silent huddles with dim hard eyes and shaking limbs, occasionally taking a listless swipe at a louse-ridden rat that would scurry over through the stinking sludge and puddles of rosy blood. Harsh and bitter wind swept through the barracks with its icy howl, chilling the soldiers to the core. The sun hid its would-be-welcome face from the ugly scene, taking refuge behind the thick duvet of swirling storm grey cloud. The stench of waste and mouldy meat wafted around the dead pan men, enveloping them in a sickening embrace. The home-sick soldiers stared into sp

Chapter Two Not breathing, the wolf girl reached to her right, fumbling for her weapon. Her fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around her sword that had once been her mother's. The sword had been passed through her family for thousands and thousands of years, descending from when one of her many great grandfathers had been King. It was more of some decorative ornament really, and had rarely seen battle, but, it was still incredibly useful. The blade had an iron core, and was folded in steel. It was engraved with some form of foreign language that she did not understand. The guard was also made of steel, but was studded with sapphires a