Termites

A new year.

Standing on the rooftops, surveying his land, the blood bandana'ed bandit stood proudly, breathing in the bittersweet wind.

A new year. A new horizon. An ever changing view of adventure and surprises. Of heartbreak and heart warming stories.

Shifting his powerful bulk, he felt ready for anything. Sais in his brutal fists, he felt ten foot tall and bulletproof.

So it came as an unwelcomed surprise to find himself falling, crashing through the timbers, to land on his shell, covered in dust, staring up at the mocking sky.

"What a way ta start da year." he muttered to no one in particular, spitting out the crud.

"Fuckin' termites."


A/N: Happy New Year one and all! Got NO idea if I can pull this off, but I'm hoping against hope I can be a little more present in this wonderful website this year. That's one of my resolutions ... here's hoping I can pull it off!

As per usual ... Rant, rave, review ... a second resolution ... to read more of the fantastic stuff on here and review it too!