Logan was busy scheming. In fact he was making many cunning and devious plans.      He had started plotting at breakfast when he had noticed something odd. As he reached for the toast he spotted Kurt slumped forward with his head on his folded arms, a full plate of food, untouched, in front of him.      This was very strange considering the individual in question. Kurt was one of those annoying skinny people who could eat anything without gaining any weight; he attributed it to the amount of energy needed to teleport. So he took full advantage of this situation

     Logan was depressed. In fact he was contemplating killing himself. ANYTHING was better than the spectacle he was about to be faced with.      It was the day before the first day of school at Dr. Xavier's mutant training school. This was the day when the new students arrived and got settled into their quarters. As many were very young and loath to leave their families, this normally resulted in hysterical crying from some of them.      Logan hated crying children, he could never quite figure out how to make them stop. Bar killing them of course but he got the fee

 Five Dads In this life I've had 5 dads A story behind each one In this life I've had 5 dads All of them claimed to call me son The first couldn't control his urges or desires So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired To this day I look in the mirror, and I see the scars of his past I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last The second took me in, when I was cast out He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about I guess it goes to show That with affection you never know What is real and what is fake Even if a young boys heart is at stake The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort So

It was the night before Christmas, and as your mother tucked you into bed, her hushed voice floated through your bedroom as she sang. Her voice was gentle and as sweet as honey- you always loved listening to it. Her singing was the "best sound in the whole wide world" as you had put it. "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose," Your mother sang the words softly as she layed the blanket over your body. Giggling, you swatted at her hand as she playfully tapped you on the nose. Humming the next few lines, your mother stepped through your mess of toys and books laying on the floor, reaching to pick them up and put th

(part 7) As soon as Jamie and Sophie finished their dinner, they rushed upstairs to where we were waiting. Jamie's big brown eyes scanned the room hopefully, "Where's Cupid?" Jack turned to me, "Come on, don't be invisible.  That's just rude." "It's not rude, it's cautious," I corrected him, even as I reluctantly faded into view for the humans, "Once I'm visible, anyone can see me; and just what are we going to do if the grown up Bennetts walk in and find me haunting their son's room?" Jack laughed at the thought of it, but Jamie lit up with excitement and ran to his desk, where he began pulling out markers, scissors, and construction pa

(part 5) As soon as we were right in front of the youngsters, I released my invisibility magic and watched as their little mouths dropped open and eyes grew wide. "Pretty," the boy whispered. "Are you an angel?" the girl tugged on my skirt, and I could hear Jack suppress a snort. I descended a few inches so that my feet finally stood on the ice, then I knelt down to be at eye level with the children, "I'm not an angel.  My name is Cupid.  I'm the guardian of love." "Your eyes are purple," the girl declared, then shuffled around to touch my wings, which I unfolded for her. "Cupid," the boy repeated in recognition, "Like the one that shoo