Sorry for the long wait. I'm working more hours than I ever have in my life and focusing on other writing projects as I finish a novel. I haven't forgotten about you, nor do I find this any less important than other things in my life. May you never find yourself becoming conditional. Write your own stories. Walk through doors that others can't even see. Ma...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael set down the groceries and looked around the kitchen. "Avery?" He whispered. There was no answer. He slowly pulled the ripe green pear from the bag and tip toed over to the sink quickly. He washed the juicy fruit and was about to take a bite when the fruit flew from his hands and into the trash. "God damn it, I just want a pear! I...
Chapter 18: Stories and Myths "Ok, Merrick. Your turn." Adam said as he sat on his bed. Merrick pondered as he thought. "Ok, uhhmm... Ooh! How about stories or legends? Do humans have any of those?" "Hahaha," Laughed Adam, "I'LL say we have. We have millions, if not trillions of books and stories, along with countless myths." "Ooh, really? Like what? Te...
Ebenezer somehow found himself back near the rectory house on a fog bound night that one would expect to be bone-chilling clammy and cold, but he was still enveloped in comfortable warmth. Just a few feet away he caught site of an unfamiliar specter, very dark but with a sheen of foggy light, just enough to distinguish it in the moonless dark of night. It wa...
Michael stepped into the front room of the very large house. He looked around as his footsteps echoed through the hand crafted halls. "It's really great of you to be doing this while your grandfather is in the hospital." Julie said, snapping Michael out of his trance. "It's not a problem. It's not like I'm complaining..." He looked around the small mansion...
CHAPTER ONE: Skill of Soul: Frost Monarch 3:23 a.m. Jun sat upright in his bed, sweating and panting heavily, staring at the open palm of his hand. There, in the very center, was a small ice crystal forming. It was floating and twirling about in the darkness gracefully. Jun would've been delighted by its presence -- had it been anywhere other than on his b...
I felt myself dissolving. Darkness. A thought. A wish. A vision. A flash. And there... Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Tate's House. I can't believe it. I need to savour it. This moment of reckoning... Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees...
Marshall and Lee rose early the next morning, pausing just long enough to enjoy a quick cup of coffee before heading to the Alamo church. Few tourists were about yet. They left an offering in the basket by the door, lit two candles, then selected an empty pew and knelt, each man becoming lost in his own thoughts. Marshall refused to think about the period o...
This is part of an ongoing series - I highly recommend you go back and read from the beginning. We'll still be here when you get back. :) Alternate title: his infernal way of being As always, comments and feedback much appreciated. Longer chapter this time; heard what you had to say and managed to get some more words on the page. Also, something new this...
-All characters mentioned are 18 years or older. There are no minors in a bathhouse. No animals, homeless, or aliens from outer space were injured in the writing of this story. This story is currently being considered for a Hollywood film, it is anticipated that guests at award events will have a choice of vegan meals, peanut butter sandwiches, or pepperoni...