We were all laughing, catching up with our lives and drinking wine in the living room. My wife's friend Jen was staying with us for a week or so after completing a messy divorce. Liv, my wife had reconnected with Jen, a friend from college, after hearing through the grapevine that she was having a rough time. They had fallen right back into the friendship as...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Episode 15 of Season 2. ***** Liv Moore was about to take off her dressing gown, slip into her covers and get some much-needed sleep when she thought she heard something. She was so tired she was tempted just to ignore it, as after all it...
I woke up the next morning with Liv still in my arms. Not necessarily a bad thing. Carefully, I tried to slide my arms out from around her. But a whispered "Not so fast, babe," stopped me. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She whispered, "Leave your arms there. It feels good," and kissed me good morning. It slowly got more intense, with tongue and soft m...
Tommy sat down on the hard-blue plastic chair and stared up at the clock above the blackboard. One minute to eight, he was just in time. It had been three long years since he'd been at school, not that he thought fondly of his teenage years. Tonight was different, however, he'd enrolled in an adult learning class, so he was back in the classroom. The second...
We'd only seen the room over Skype, receiving a virtual tour by Liv who was renting the largest of three bedrooms in her Manhattan apartment. When we (finally) made it to New York, the room seemed like less than the double size we'd pictured it would be, but Maeve and I set straight away to make it our own. We would be sharing the apartment (for the moment)...
"Hunh?" Liv asked, slurping up some brain. Ravi stared at her in patient apoplexy. Liv thought sometimes he was jealous he didn't get to eat brains, which were perfectly tempting once she put them through some prep: in this case, involving a pasta maker. Certainly looked better than anything he could get from Sizzler. "I said, have you imagined the possibil...
Present Day Waking before six, I put on running gear and went down to my home gym for the first time in years. The room was dark and dusty, and I pulled the cover off the treadmill before plugging it in. Turning on the stereo, I cranked some Pink Floyd while I ran. I was breathing hard after ten minutes; I wasn't a young wolf anymore, and my fitness had...
This was inspired after I watched The Hunger Games. Plot summary: a group of us stuck in the woods try to outwit a bloodthirsty maniac that no one knew had escaped from a mental hospital, not even the prison guards or cops. I know it's not original. Think Predator with a Friday the 13th feel to it. All characters are based on people in my life but with diffe...
Evan awoke to confusion. He was lying on a cold hard flat surface, perhaps a concrete floor, in complete darkness. He felt a dull throb in his head and he was stiff and cold. He had no idea where he was, nor how he had gotten there. Evan cautiously sat up. He concluded he was in one piece with no significant injuries, with just a sore spot on his left shoul...
A part of Liv would miss happy-go-lucky brain, but ever since the boat, she preferred to take life as it was, rather than how she'd like it to be. Otherwise, she would've taken a Scientology pamphlet a long time ago. New brain was a case of autoerotic asphyxiation, and in a woman no less. Liv almost felt proud. Took dedication for a girl to be that into ma...