[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot]...
A boy stumbled through the snow. He carried only one small bag, but acted as if it was made of depleted uranium. He trudged through yet another drift as he thought about how he had gotten there. Could he go back? No. Dieing of cold would be better than going back. He pulled his thin denim jacked around his frail shoulders and trudged on. He glared at the gro...
Greg * I pushed Eli down on the bed with a hard shove and fell on top of him. He laughed. It was a great, joyous sound. "You have no idea how hot you are," I said. "I'm not hot," he said. "The fact that you don't know it, just makes you even hotter," I said. I nibbled little bites up his neck. "And don't contradict me again. You're the fucking hottest t...
"Sure, I'll drive you home. But do you really want to go home just to sit around a do nothing or would you like to come with me downtown to the Battery Park Book Exchange for some stimulation?" Trent had just put in eight hours at the University of North Carolina Asheville Ramsay library, checking out books at the circulation desk, and more time with books...
This is the final chapter of a story I started several months ago. Reading the earlier chapters will help, but I hope you enjoy this piece regardless. Many thanks to pebo, a wonderful editor and friend, for her help. *** "Rise and shine, baby." "Mmngh." "Sorry, that excuse doesn't cut it." Click. The lights came on. Wyl Leyton moaned an unintelligible cu...
...+{Kasper's Den}+... Part 11 -[By Emri & Xelos]- "We have a guest coming tonight," Mr. Hamad said as I sat down by his side at the breakfast table. He sipped his coffee while reading something in Arabic on his tablet. He looked so handsome in a blue suit with a white dress shirt and blue, silk tie. He must have had an important day of meetings. "More...
"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...
At exactly 4pm I opened the door that led into the address on the ruler. A man greeted me at the door called me by name and ushered me inside. I had expected to enter into a foyer. I think I had imagined a dimly lit hallway that led to an apartment that Mr. George kept for clandestine meetings like this. Instead I found myself in a grandly appointed lobby th...
Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity, Part 2 Hallowe'en morning. All Hallows' Eve. All Saint's Eve. The beginning day of AllHallowTide, the Western Christian Feast days signaling the liturgical dedication to remembering the dead. At least, that is, the saints, the martyrs and all the faithful: those who existed in Purgatory until the Day of Reckoning or, modernly, th...
He tried to forget it, but it just came back to him. Theo had to keep going. He needed to finish the day even if the most recent painful memory almost severed his high spirits. The science teacher started his last lecture for the day. Sixth period would soon end if he didn't think well enough to keep the separation from his ex-wife as his primary concentrati...