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James Crow

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About James Crow

  • Birthday 09/17/1989

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  • Location
    Lewiston, ID
  • Interests
    Writing, Dreaming, Video Games, D and D, Reading

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  1. Insecurities, Fears, and Depression

    This is a great poem. Thank you for writing it.
  2. Werewolf IV - an idea

    I'm in the same boat as Snypiuer. Never done this, but willing to learn. Though at first I might be a bit sheepish!!
  3. I can happily say that the muse is not the same for the both, and if I told you who the muse was it would change the poems. Also thank you for the compliment, and I'm glad the second one felt like a walts, since I was trying to go in that direction.
  4. These are two poems. One writen awhile ago but never posted....at least I don't think I did?...and the other is one I wrote at work, insanley yelling at myself trying to make it work, then doing a victory dance. I know you guys/gals didn't need to know this, but I felt like sharing, so there some insight into my method/madness. ♣♣♣ ♣♣♣ ♣♣♣♣ ♣♣♣ ♣♣ ♣♣♣ ♣♣♣♣ ♣ ♣♣♣ ♣♣♣♣ ♣♣ How Many Words They say a pictures worth a thousand word, And perhaps that's true. But how many words must I give, To have one more day with you. You haven't been gone so long, That I've forgotten the jokes we shared. Or those many nights, We showed each other we cared. It hurts so much without you, I don't know how I stand. And I know this was never part Of our master plan. Now my eyes sting, As the tears fall like rain. And there's no way I can continue To mask all this pain. Now I'm begging With all my charms, Asking how many words must I give, To have you back in my arms? ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ ♣ What would you do if I asked you to dance? Would you take the chance and risk the fall, as I guide you to the floor. As we sway in a trance, our eyes tell it all, and you know it won't be like before. Would it leads to romance. Would you accept the fall, hold me close, and ask for more. Would you smile as I advance. Because after all, we all know the answer for, When I ask you to dance.
  5. The World Turns

    We fell in love, as the world turns. We thought time had stopped, but the world turns. Before I knew it, the world turns, and I found myself all alone. As the world turns, time passed, and the world turns. I found myself looking at the stars, as the world turns. You came up to me, and the world turns. We laughed and caught up, as the world turns. And no matter where we end up, the world turns.
  6. Resolution

    She stood on the balcony of one of the skyscrapers in the city. She was alone, only a single glass of wine to comfort her. She raised it and said, “A toast! To the passing of another year, and an end to all the pain!” She then put it to her lips and tasted the tears that had fallen into the glass. When it was finished she threw it to the side, and removed her high heels. She then climbed her way on top of the balcony railing. The wind roared in her ears, and the lights of the city danced in her eyes. The decision had not been easy to make, but in the end she felt like it was the only way. “Why am I doing this?” she asked herself, as she looked down. Tears came to her eyes as memories of the passing year came back to her. She remembered her little dog, Abby. Her bark, her smile, her hugs, her brown eyes. The way she had to make the world seem calm even in the greatest storms. But now all that remains is a shallow grave and memories turned nightmares. Like how on that one morning she had left for work, and came back to find Abby.....a tear fell from her eye....find Abby lying in the floor. More tears fell as she once again got ready to jump. A warm breeze caressed her as a lover would. Making her remember all those chances she had and let her fear hold her back. With anger in her eyes and voice she said, “Nobody will miss me!” Memories of all those missed chances flooding her mind. She remember starting a new job and seeing this cute guy. His smile, his quite voice, his shy glances at her. It made her heart race. She was ready to take the risk and ask him, but learned that her partner at work liked him also. So she gave up, knowing she never had a chance. She watched her tears fall like lone drops of rain down to the street below. She didn't want anymore pain. She just wanted this to end. Then as she lifted her foot she heard herself say, “Was it all bad?” Then memories of her family and friends passed in front of her. She remembered meeting this guy online. They where far from each other, and met in a magical kingdom. He had given her work some praise. Then she praised his, and they started to talk, then play like kids in the schoolyard. She had found her voice through their conversations. Maybe even something else....she gave a slight blush as her mind floated through the gutter and her imagination twisted the world around her. Another gust of wind shook her out of it and she once again looked down. She saw the people far below moving like ants, celebrating the new year. She lowered herself back onto the balcony, knowing her new year's resolution. She gave a soft sigh and said, “I will give it another year to get better. If it doesn't, I'll jump.” She grabbed her shoes and went to leave. Pausing at the door she give a slight giggle, remembering that she had done the same resolution for the pass thirteen years.
  7. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    A few hours before the noise, in another part of the cave system........ “Are we there yet!” whined Scheherazade. “For the hundredth time no,” James responded, holding back his temper. “WHY!” pleaded Scheherazade, “I'm hungry!” James just shook his head and responded, “Well why don't you use your new found 'powers'.” “Why don't you check your watch!” she retorted. They stood there and glared at each other for awhile till they heard a groan not to far off, and went to investigate. There they found the body of the old Egyptian, still on his back, just groggily waking. “Glad to see that....” James started. Just to get cut off by the Egyptian pointing a finger into the sky and screaming, “BBBBBAAAAAALLLLLSSSSS!” James and Scheherazade looked up just in time to see a yellowish streak streak straight down and smack the old one in the face knocking him out....again. And as the thing started to zoom back from where it came James reached out and caught it by it's scrawny rubber neck. When it finally settled down, James and the rubber chicken locked eyes. Some people will tell you that great rivals are not born from nothing, but must be created. Well I tell you in the brief moment that there eyes lock, a rivalry of epic proportions was indeed born. And the chicken threw the first beak. Letting out a massive cry, “BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKK!” It started pecking at James' hand. Who in turn flung it and proceeded to curse. The rubber chicken flew into the waiting arms of Scheherazade who gave it a fond embrace and said, “I will call you Chicky and you will be our mascot.” James shot her a death glare, babying his pecked hand. “What, he is perfect.” James gave a doubtful look, at which Scheherazade went to explain, “He is loyal, fearless, bounces back from everything, and likes me. The perfect mascot for our part.” James burst out laughing and retorted, “Stupid, bird-brain, rubber, poor judge of character!” She got right next to James' face, glaring at him and was about to retort when Chicky went, “BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWK,” right in his face. Scheherazade let out a giggle as James shook his head. Then glaring at the small rubber chicken said, “What next? A hoard of....” “RIIIIBIT!” James just shook his head, “My luck can't be this bad, can it?” He turned and saw the frogs, larger than the ones he saw before, hopping out of the fog. “Guess it is. Time to run....again!” He turned around, grabbed the old Egyptian by the foot, dragging him with. Scheherazade followed carrying Chicky. “Where are we going?” she asked, hearing the frogs getting closer. James looked around and saw a...door? 'well beggars can't be chooser,' he thought, then said, “Here.” And ran through the door, slamming it and blocking it right when Scheherazade made it in. They could here the amphibians out side, trying to break it down. “Now what James?” said Scheherazade, gasping for breath. He looked around and noticed the four of them where in a small library with only one way in and out, the way they came in. “Well we....” “BBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWKKKKKKKK!” James quickly covered his ears, sending a death glare to Chicky. Who was smugly stared back. Scheherazade just gave a smile. “Start pulling books off the shelves,” James said, still glaring at the rubber chicken. “Why?” “Because one should open a secret passage.” She shrugged and started flinging books left and right. One hit they waking Egyptian, putting him back to sleep. After awhile there was just one book left. James shrugged, “Always the last one.” He looked at the title as he pulled it. It read, Alice in Wonderland. Fitting he thought, as a trap door opened beneath them. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ Now in the present........... Grimmael, Alex and Brighid looked around trying to find the source of the noise when all of a sudden a part of the ceiling opened and James, Ozymandias, and Scheherazade from it right into the hot spring, getting everyone wet. James and Scheherazade looked at the others as Ozymandias floated on his back. “Brighid,” Scheherazade screamed as she ran and embraced her, “I'm glad your not a witch, or you would have melted.” Brighid gave James a dirty look, knowing that it was him who kept insisting that she was a witch. Then she looked back at Scheherazade and said , “I'm glad your....” “Ooooo,” Scheherazade interupted, “You need to meet our parties new mascot!” She looked around. “Where is he?” she asked when she couldn't find Chicky. James just got out of the hot spring and started to saw, “I hope he.....” Then from the hole above came Chicky, saying his famous line, “BRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKK!” And slamming into James, knocking him back into the hot spring, bounced right into Scheherazade waiting embrace. Scheherazade spun and proudly presented her new friend and team mascot to Brighid. “This is Chicky!” As soon as James' head broke the surface he screamed, “DEATH TO THE RUBBER ONE!”
  8. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    James had no idea what that thing was that fell from the sky, and frankly he didn't care at this point. When he heard Brighid yell run he followed, and after awhile he found himself out of breath. She was right he need to face his fears and confess. “Brighid,” he started between gasp, “I think...no I know that I...” He turned to face her and found no one there. He was again alone. He put a hand over his face and started to laugh. After awhile, he slicked back his fog dampened hair and looked around. He wasn't familiar with this part of the cave. Then it clicked, he could see here! The fog wasn't so bad, in fact it was pocketed in one general area. Then he heard a familiar, thunderous, powerful voice say, “What will you wish for?” James' eyes widened. That was the voice of the lamp. But that could only mean one thing. “Scheherazade,” he said rushing into the fog. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ Inside the fog, the voice spoke to Scheherazade, “Do you remember the first time I asked you that?” She nodded, “I was alone.” The voice responded, “No. You were beaten by a drunk of a father, ignored by a abused mother, and tortured by a sister.” She just shook her head, “no, they loved me.” The voice laughed, “Love? Love? No my dear, no one ever loved you. At least the way you wanted. Do you remember the wish you asked?” “A.....fri....end,” she replied, starting to shiver. “Close my dear,” the voice said, teasing her. “But that was not the wish you asked for, the one I granted. You truly wished for it all to....” At that moment a large figure swooped in, grabbing Scheherazade and holding her close. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ Outside of the fog, the figure stopped moving and put her down. Though she knew who it was, she still turned and looked up at her hero's face. And there, giving her that irresistible grin that let her knew everything was going to be all right, was James. And there, in the caves eerie glow, more was said in a few looks then what most say in a life time. Then Scheherazade broke the silence, “James. Don't leave me again.” She turned, not wanting to show her tears to her hero. “Never again,” he replied. Scheherazade turned back to face him, anger in eyes and voice. “LIAR! You are going to sacrifice your life to bring back that filthy shadow man. And leave me all alone again.” “Destiny, not life,” he corrected. “WHATEVER!” she roared, “The fact is that you are going to be gone. Did you ever think of others? Of the people that would miss you? Of the people you are going to leave behind? of me?” With tears falling from her eyes she stared at James. He walked over and knelt in front of her. “Let you in on a secret. I'm a selfish ass. That being said, I have no intention of letting that Shadow have his way.” They locked eyes, and all the cave went silent. Then they gave each other a hug. After the long embrace Scheherazade asked James, “So what now?” “Well,” James said as he stood back up. Then with a grin he said, “We go find the wicked witch Brighid.” Scheherazade covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. And with a nod they where off, leaving hand in hand. But, unseen to them, a shadowy figure watched. Stunned by their statement. He could only stand there in silence as the two left. And soon, regaining his wits he was off, with one goal. To tell the only person he could trust, his lover, Brighid.....
  9. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    The fog had not retreated like normal fog, it had merely gone to feed on easier prey. Sadly for Scheherazade, for she was that prey. For in the place of the masked man was a small oil lamp. One she remembered finding outside her house long ago. One that she had read could grant wishes. Her eyes dried up as she stood, and almost trance like walked towards the lamp. Remembering the first time she found the lamp. She had felt worthless, scared, lonely. For every step she took closer, the fog grew heavier, hungrier. She remembered taking the lamp back inside. She fell to her knees in front of the lamp and rubbed it, as she had once long ago, before the fire. She remembered wanting a friend, and a voice. Then she heard that voice, the one that had haunted her ever since the fire, saying the same thing it did then, “What will you wish for?”
  10. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    The fog started to dance around Scheherazade, like the flames she remembered. The cries of her family echoing around her. And all she could do was what she did then, fall to the floor and start to cry. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ In another portion of the room Brighid looked at James. He was shaking, she couldn't tell if it was from the damp chill or fear. Just like she couldn’t tell if tears were running down his face. And his eyes, fixed wide and never moving, stared at the mask. Finally Brighid had to ask, “What's so special about the mask, and why is it cracked?” Never looking up, James answered, “I wore it long ago, another life it seems. And it's cracked when I tried to put right a mistake I made, as a town burned because of it.” ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ Back in the fires of fog, Scheherazade was choking on the damp smoke. Tears staining her face, wondering why this was happening again. Then came a familiar voice, “What are you going to wish for?” She looked up, what little hope she had breaking when she saw a figure standing amongst the flames, wearing a mask.
  11. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    Brighid was to far in thought to hear the sounds of something approaching. Then came a voice, “Brighid?” She looked up and saw the form of James. She ran towards him then stopped. Something was off. James was looking at a broken mask in his hand, and shaking. “James, what's wrong?” she asked. “Who where you talking to?” His voice sounding distant, scared. Not like the James Brighid had come to know. “Alex,” she responded. “Where is he?” James said hesitantly looking up from the mask, and avoiding Brighid's concerned gaze. She turned around saying, “He is right th....” She stopped. The fog had cleared up some and Alex was nowhere to be seen. Only a pile of bloody bandages. “oh,” James said quietly. Brighid stood there for a moment, looking at the bandages, then back towards James, who was looking at the mask again. “What's going on here James?” she asked. Then angrily added, “I'm getting tired of your silly games!” “i...i...i'm sorry,” James said. She looked at him, puzzled. Something had happened to him, something was wrong. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ Elsewhere under the Pen a shadowy man landed with grace befitting a ghost. He looked around the foggy cavern and saw James standing there with a grin on his face. “Hi Alex,” he said with a small wave. “James!” barked Alex, “What have you done with Brighid? And I'm fed up with these silly games!” James looked at him hurt. “Isn't me. Why is it that whenever something goes wrong you blame me?” “Habit,” hissed Alex, “I'm sorry. Now lets go find the others.” And he started to walk in a random direction into the fog. “What are you going to wish for?” James asked, not moving. “Simple, to make Brighid happy.” “hmmm, I figured you would wish that you were her lover.” Alex froze, then turned to James, who was now slowly circling him. “What do you mean?” Alex finaly asked. “Scheherazade told me what she saw of your memories when you two where together. Fragments,” Alex had a chill run up his spine. James just got a wider smile. “She thought nothing of it, I figured it out. You only have fragments, pieces.” Alex quickly shook his head, keeping his eyes on James, “Memory loss. A tragic event some....” “Stop lying to yourself!” barked James. “You are just making things up. Hoping, somewhere deep inside of you that it is true. Trying to hide that you are nothing but one of those filthy...” “no” “...good for nothing...” “stop” “.....shadow beings that Brighid hates!” “Shut up!” Alex barked and ran away into the fog. Leaving behind in the parting fog nobody, only a small hand mirror.
  12. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    “He looked over here.” “No he looked over here, you filthy shadow!” “Guys stop fighting!” “Aren't you going to spank him or something!” As the four heroes and heroines discussed (argued) where the stone was hidden, an ancient hand reached out and pushed a stalagmite over. And each of the party fell down a separate trap door. Then there was silence as the stalagmite righted itself. The trapdoors closed back up and the hand crept back into the shadows. ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ James turned and twisted down a long slide, slowly getting queasy. Finally it deposited him onto a pile of 'soft' rocks. With a slight groan of pain James stood up and looked around. He was in a new part of the cave system, and it was foggy, very foggy. He walked around a bit and couldn't find his friends. So he was about to call out when he heard, “James?” He looked closer into the fog and saw an outline inside the fog. Walking closer he reconsigned it as Brighid. She saw him to and ran over to him. “James! I was so worried.” She gave him a hug, then looked around. “Where are the others?” James just shook his head, “Not a clue. But we should start looking for them, the fog is starting to get worse.” He started to walk away until he heard Brighid say, “James?” Turning he saw that she was looking very sheepish, playing with her fingers and avoid his eyes. “What are you going to wish for?” James smiled and said, “To be cured of course.” She gave him a questioning look. “I don't think so.” James looked a little surprised, “Why?” “You always have a plan,” she responded. “That watch on your wrist is most likely stopping the effects till you get the medicine from one of your 'friends'. Otherwise, by the look of your eyes, you shouldn't be able to see anything.” James gave a small laugh and continued his quest to find his other friends. “Figured everything out have we.” “I bet you want to trade places with Alex.” James just stopped, his back to her and he started to laugh, “Why would I want to do that?” “So you could be my lover.” James froze, no longer laughing, eyes wide with shock. 'what,' he thought, back still to her. Brighid gave a sly grin at his reaction, “I'm right aren't I.” She walk over to him and leaned in close, pressing her body to his, whispering into his ear. “is that what you want, would I even be able to resist?” She pulled away from his ear and walked in front of him, swaying her hips seductively, saying, “Though if that is what you want, all you need to do was ask. I always thought you were sexy.” She spun on her heel to look at James, her sly smile still on her face. James quickly bowed, regaining enough of his composer to hide his blushing face from her. “You give me to much credit my Lady,” he said, voice cracking a bit. “But I'm not that handsome.” She looked at him, hand on her chin, and said, “Then it's to be hidden.” With a quick shiver, James froze again, still bowed. 'how,' he thought. “Ozymandias called you an elder. Now I've met a few elders since I've shown up, and you don't act like them,” she started to walk towards James, who was shaking in fear. Arms behind her back, her grin never fading. “You seem to lack confidence, and try too hard. It seems like you are trying be like them. Like a kid in his dad's shoes.” She squatted down in front of James. Looking straight up into his eyes, grinning, and said, “It's so cute!” James looked at her, and though having a great view, he only saw that smile! He quickly stood and spun around, panicked, thinking, 'when did I slip up? no one should be able to read me this well!' Then his panic turned into anger. “You know nothing of me!” he roared. “Just get out of here and leave me alone!” “You always were.” James spun around and noticed that no one was there, just a broken mask where Brighid once stood. He fell to his knees as realization of what happened hit him. The fog slowly circled him, like a predator closing in. James just watched, a look of defeat covering his face. Then the fog took him.
  13. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    James and Scheherazade ran back to where they left there friends. They stopped short when they only spied Brighid there. When she saw them she let out a sigh of relief and said, “Ozymandias vanished, then giant frogs, then the rubber chicken, then Alex led them away.” It looked as though she was going to cry. James looked down at Scheherazade and noticed that she was smiling. Then in a blink of an eye the little girl ran, stumbling a few times for effect, towards Brighid crying, “BRIGHID!” Scheherazade hugged Brighid, sobbing. Brighid gave a soft sigh, “It's okay, Scheherazade.” She pushed the girl away and put her arms on her shoulders reassuringly. Scheherazade covered her face, sobbing, “Jam..James tried to feed me to the frogs!!!!” Brighid looked shocked, then shot a stern glance at James. Scheherazade peaked out from between her fingers and figured James still need more punishment, so she continued her act, “He...he also said that these frogs are because of the wicked, warty, witch Brighid!!” James was impressed by continued her act, , but had a shiver go down his spine when he saw the flash of anger in Brighid's gaze.
  14. My Late Dance Partner

    This is a dramatization of real life events, names have been changed to protect those involved.... It started like most love stories. He was a shy factory worker, and so was she. At first, it seemed like nothing, just two people working together. But as time passed and the days grew colder, they found themselves working, closer and closer. Then the day came, that they found themselves in each others arms. A soft, violin played on the radio, and they danced. One look into each others eyes, and they knew it was real. But things like that, sadly, don't last forever. He had just came back to work, after a long weekend to find her missing. Thinking nothing of it, he continued to work. But days past, and an emptiness grew in him. Finally he had enough and went to find her. It didn't take him long. She was thrown in the corner, like a piece of trash. Her neck broken. How had this happened? Was it from a person, jealous of what they had. Maybe some one out for revenge. Or maybe it was an accident, a wrong step as she practiced her dance. Whatever happened, didn't matter to him. He stood there, stunned in silence, a storm slowly building inside him. Then finally he let out a thunderous roar of pain, followed shortly by a torrent of tears. And he fell to his knees, and held her close. As he did, their song played in his head. But it was different. The tempo started to pick up, as a look of mania spread through his eyes. He took her to his work station. He, a mere man, contemplating the very essence of mortality, tried to preform the work of the gods! The song reached a frantic pace, and he started to work. He was going to bring her back! And when the violin hit the climax of the song, he once again fell to his knees. And the tempo, slowed to a crawl. He couldn't save her, she was gone. And as the violin's final note slowly vanished, the room was silent. Except for the sound, of one man weeping. This is dedicated to my late dance partner, One could say, she swept me off my feet. There will never be a broom like her again.
  15. Journey to the Center of the Mighty Pen

    Meanwhile back at the Candy Tavern, James and Scheherazade started to run away from the giant frog. “Where are we going,” screamed Scheherazade as James carried her up the stairs, nearly avoiding the seeking amphibian tongue. “If I'm right,” James started, “then right....yes! My room.” He stopped in front of an almond bark door and opened it. Once inside he put Scheherazade down and bared the door. With a sigh he turned around and immediately screamed, “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?!” James quaint room was covered in bright colored candy, his bed had become a large marshmallow, covered in fruit-wrap sheets, and his self proclaimed prized writing desk was peanutbrittle with candy cane legs. Scheherazade just giggled, “dark and brooding.” “Shut up,” hissed James, “At least my clothes are...” He opened the closet and slowly started to weep. “FRUIT WRAPS!!” laughed the little girl hysterically, not able to hold it in any longer. “shut up,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I wonder if my room is like this...do you think the toilet is fixed?” “I think it is a fondue fountain.” She started to drool, thinking of an infinite supply of chocolate. Then she stopped a minute to think then looked at James. “My...” James nodded, “Where I,” James started to grin while he nodded, “EWWWWWW!” finished fondue as she pieced it together. “Your sick!” James just shrugged. Then there was a bang at the door, and they both looked at it, not even breathing. Then another bang and the door splintered a bi and they could see the frogs eye looking through the hole. Scheherazade let out a shriek as James grabbed a piece of broken brittle and said, “I've got an idea.” Before Scheherazade could ask what, James unlocked and opened the door. Scheherazade let out another shriek as the frog went for her. Then as the frog leapt inside, James dove the broken piece of candy door into the frog's head, killing it. As both of them stood there for a minute, looking at the dead frog, Scheherazade blew up, “YOU TRIED TO FEED ME TO A FROG!” James just shrugged and nodded. “I'm going to tell Brighid!” “Tell her what,” James said with a sly grin, “A giant frog? Like she will believe that.” Scheherazade just glared at him, then James looked around once more before rushing to the window. Scheherazade was looked puzzled and was about to ask why, when James said, “Could it be? I don't believe it.” “What?” James just shook his head and replied, “This all makes sense!” Scheherazade took a step back and nodded. “Right! Now you wait here, and I'll go get Brighid to examine your head.” James looked up and smiled at her, “ha..ha..ha. Real funny.” Scheherazade just smiled, she thought so. “This is the treasure room! Everything is here because it is something we treasure. The Pen, candy, it just combined cause we where together.” Scheherazade nodded, following the mad-mans logic, “Then who treasures frogs?” “Must likely that witch, Brighid.” They both gave a quick smile, different reasons, James thinking it was funny and Scheherazade because she was going to tell Brighid what James said. James turned to look out the glass-candy, stained window. “I wonder if the others are doing alright.” They both gave each other a quick look. And with a nod, they were off to be reunited with their friends.