The Artist and the Hunter 2 by iesnoth, literature
Literature
The Artist and the Hunter 2
I stumbled out of the women's restroom fifteen minutes later, my red-faced panic barely covered by my miniscule make-up. My flat-soled shoes skidded on the slick floor as I turned a sharp corner toward my display.
"Well. don't you just have the worst luck, Ms. Bering?"
I steeled myself before turning to face Ms. Laurent, the dean of sculpture. She had always had it out for me, ever since one of my just-for-fun, unfinished sculptures made her best works look like a lump of preschooler's dry play dough. (Though, if you ask me, this wasn't hard to do. Even her mediocre students have more creative style. However,
The Artist and the Hunter 1 by iesnoth, literature
Literature
The Artist and the Hunter 1
BOOM! Another explosive rocked Fowl Manor, brick mortar and debris showering Artemis Fowl II as he ran down the hall to his study. Bombs had been dropping on them for he didn't know how long, and he didn't know who was responsible. Most importantly, he didn't know where his family was. He had been cut off from the rest of the house when the first missile obliterated the stairs.
"Mother? Father? Becke" Artemis choked on dust and smoke as he fell against the study door. The ceilings were crumbling with the lack of support, and the flames from the explosives kept him from seeing down the hallways. His throat burned. He coul