PyroStorm

The dark is heavy and suffocating as you stumble blindly through the blackness, an invisible force driving your weary body on. You don't know where you are, where you've been, where you're going; just that there is somewhere you have to reach, and that it is not in this dark. It is beyond the dark, but the idea that anything exists beyond this everlasting night is a difficult concept to grasp. But perhaps it is the idea that something may exist that keeps you going. ~ ~ ~ Light! A tiny candle sits in a small, blue flower resting on top of a pond and casts a little yellow glow over the dusty stone floor, and eagerly you run up to the pool'

The Disasteroid incident was a time of big revelations and decisions involving my family. One of these was that my son Danny decided to reveal to the entire world that he was Amity Park’s ghostly superhero, Danny Phantom. The second was a truth that had been hidden from me. However, looking back at everything that was said and done, I was probably seeing and hearing what I wanted to and not what was really meant. But what did I find out? While in the depths of space, I found out that Vlad Masters, the man who I trusted and thought was my best friend, wanted me dead because of the portal accident in college that ‘ruined his life

Ghost Writer sat slumped in his seat for a long time, staring blankly at the surface of the table. Slowly he sat up, wincing as his back made its protests known before sluggishly moving over towards the counter where his now ice-cold coffee was. He flicked the kettle on again and poured the coffee down the sink robotically, moving on autopilot because his mind was busy churning with all kinds of negative thoughts and emotions. The click of the kettle and the sound of bubbling water prompted him to make another cup of coffee, and once that was finished he went back to the table where he pulled out a notebook and pen from his pocket. Bending