I wrote this story for a good friend of mine, it's about ... well, freedom :) Hope you enjoy it, I do.
This story is not really a story, it is a dream. Not a dream I've had but one I could have. It has a meaning beyond the words, but I will leave everybody to interpret it on their own. This is one of the short 'figments' I've written, stories without a plot or anything, just figments of my imagination.
I wrote this well over a year ago, and I realise it's not very good even according to my standards but I still like this story. It serves as the prologue to the Moonlight stories I've written/am writing, especially the longer story I'm writing (which isn't here at the wyvern's lybrary but which can be found on my own site).
Another story in the moonlight setting. The second I wrote in fact which happened over a year ago (april 2001 to be exact). I submitted it to a magazine back then but it was obviously rejected, and for good reasons. I hope you'll enjoy it despite the many mistakes I made.