The first time I met Kristeena was in church. She was a pretty girl with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. I had known her for years, and we had grown up together in church, her family sitting a few rows back from mine. She had a large family of seven – typical for a lot of Catholics – and even though she was recently eighteen, she was still...
This is based on the true story of some close friends, the participants have read and allowed the author a little poetic license but basically the story is true. Chapter I: I laid my head back onto the overstuffed arm of the leather couch that was the centerpiece of my sparsely decorated living room. Immediately my thoughts were taken over by the memory of...
Why the hell did they always play this for funerals, I wondered. U2's haunting epic song of loss just wasn't really what you wanted to hear. It was a guaranteed tear jerker. Who said you always needed to grieve at funerals? No one needs to see you melt into a blubbering mess. Bloody Irishmen. But I guess my dignity isn't really a factor at that moment. I'...
Pork dumplings are Elizabeth's favorite food. Dr. Charles Waxman, her Algebra professor, knows this because Lizzy brought a warm dish of potstickers from Hunan Palace to class on Thursday. "They're my favorite," she whispered to the Russian exchange student in the adjacent row. Dr. Waxman lectured for an hour and a half and turned toward the class to watc...
Trypp walked towards the back room where his uncle kept the machine that would safely extract his extremely magical blood, as did his mate Reno. She didn't trust the necromancer with her beloved Trypp, even if he was Trypp's biological uncle. As she went in the back her mind flashed pictures of shiny things around the uncles shop, and she remembered what hap...
(coming soon...) There was no game playing allowed in Misty's bed. The Organizer's had many rules and they were strictly enforced. That was one of the first things Misty learned when she arrived at Grimsteel Hall, where the social networking experiment she was participating in was being held. If she wanted to play the game--and she very much did--just lik...
Una awoke with the sunlight warmly kissing her face. She had been at the Sun Fortress for two nights now. She was neither a common prisoner, nor was she free to leave. Aidan loved her, this she was certain of, but there were rules of war. One doesn't simply kidnap a warlord's wife then let her go. Aidan assured her that no ranking members of the Osis tribe h...
The night air was hot and dry, its breath washing over me as I walked the hotel parking lot to my car. Every new city has its own charm if you know where to look and after two years on the road I'd gotten pretty good at it. Tonight I would visit a local club that boasted live Jazz and loose myself to the night. Cold beer and good Jazz can do a lot to ease a...
I am Jack Z, the infamous bounty hunter based on the lunar colony, and I had found myself in a large, dirty spot of problem. To say it plainly, I was in a suitcase and some enhanced hoodlum had chopped of my legs and my arms with a brutal, unregistered chainsaw whip. It wasn't the first time for me and years ago I replaced my limbs with insensitive plastic...
The drug was starting to take control of me. The world felt very warm all the sudden and my vision skewed a bit. The music that was mildly pleasing a minute ago seemed all the sudden glorious, like I had never heard music this beautiful before. The bass pounded and my body started moving in rhythm with it. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the music, allow...