Chapter 13-The Ugly Harpy 1897 Rosemary was a normal little town somewhere in the Europian countryside near Mercadia. There was nothing special about it, just a pit stop between two cities and was of a reasonable size that one didn't regret being born there. For those who were born in Rosemary, there was just enough things to do that the younger generation...
Remember to rate and comment, I love hearing your feedback! *** Over the next week, I put into place my plan to return to the loan shark office. Given that my sister was lying about working at McDonald's, I figured I would take a page from her book and lie about still working at the aquarium. I thought about the ways my sister could find out that I was l...
He pulls up in the drive, in his headlights he sees the double garage, the Georgian windows down the side of the house. He sees the silhouettes of family behind the blinds. Switching the headlights off he wishes he could push the whole house back into darkness, push it into the recesses of his mind where there is no guilt. Maybe that is the part of his brain...
I have written a couple of short stories for the online publisher, Literotica. Several months after I started posting my stuff I received an e-mail feedback from a female reader. I think we hit it off and started chatting along with e-mails back and forth. We have even collaborated on a few stories and I know her as Lily. It was around this time that my Unc...
"I'm just concerned," Brennan was saying, glancing at the caravan behind them. "He might die, or explode, or something." Lily smiled mischievously. "But look at his face! It gets all red and purple, with that one big vein. That's not even a little funny to you?" They were most of the way to Highwater, having left Rellam's Crossing three days prior. Brennan...
I drift in and out of sleep, but I'm hardly ever truly conscious of what's happening around me, or where James is. I'm wasted, completely spent and I can barely open my eyes. I wake eventually, wrapped in a heavy white quilt and curled up in one corner of James's bed. I stretch my body out, cracking my back and ankles. I feel like I've run a marathon and I b...
Lily woke early the next morning. The sun filled her room and bathed it in a warm glow. She felt refreshed. Rising from her bed she made her way quietly down the hall. James lay on the couch, still sleeping. The blanket draped across his lower body, she could see his tone chest rise and fall gently with each breath. Her eyes trailed down his tight stomach, f...
I sit nervously in the waiting room of the office, staring at the floor and pulling my bottom lip, most likely ruining my lipstick. The receptionist with too much make-up chews her gum loudly, probably checking Facebook, and it's really grinding on my nerves. I think she's Sophie, the woman who called me to make the appointment, but she didn't introduce hers...
Saturday, 12:31am Tabitha's door didn't so much open as it exploded off of its hinges. The doorstop mounted on her wall caught it and sent it bouncing back to hit a leather-jacket-clad shoulder. The owner of that shoulder let out a muffled growl in response. He roughly repositioned the woman in his arms and swung the door behind them, only just managing t...
Monday, 4:30 a.m. Tabitha stirred and peeled her cheek off of a warm, smooth surface as she writhed into consciousness. Her head felt like a crumpled hunk of metal that had been hammered back into shape on an anvil. Her tongue was dry, and the right corner of her mouth was sticky with drool. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing painfully in the back of he...