The sun started to rise giving them a welcoming warmth that the early morning was missing. The girls traded their sweaters for sunglasses and finally found hair ties at the bottom of their beach bag. Gwen took the final sip of her coffee and was glad to have a reason to go inside and spark up a conversation.
Yelling suddenly broke the smooth pace of the day. A man pushed his way to the front of the line. He wasn’t holding anything, but he was looking directly at Kristen. Kristen couldn’t be bothered by all of the commotion. She had get the line under control if she expected to enjoy her own Valentine’s Day.
Tinker Bell's Tears
The bar had more smoke in it than usual that night. But James still saw a tiny, shiny, flicker coming from a stool on the far end. Walking closer to see what it was, it became clear that the flicker came from a cute little blonde with a pair of wings.
I was a rider. A hunter. I ran with the fastest of warriors trying to protect what was left of their lands. No one believed me. Mother told me I had a wicked imagination and I should write my stories down. Teachers started to question my grasp on reality. But here, on this threshold, I was more.
“Gravedigger, come dig my grave for me,” I whispered as I held the razor blade over my wrist.
This wouldn’t be the first time cold metal would pierce my skin. The smell of copper would soon fill the room and I would become light-headed.
I clung to his waist squeezing as tight as possible. There was no way I was going to be separated from him during his leave, not even once. We had seven days before he had to spend another six months overseas which meant six more months of wondering everyday if something awful was going to happen.
I was thankful that I brought my riding jacket with me. The crew all called me the ice queen after Jaspers saw my arms covered in goose bumps during the melting heat. But the jacket wasn’t for the cold, it was to protect me from the razor sharp saw palmettos that the four wheeler was cutting through.
Blind Date: Part 1
“You’re a fairy,” he said.
I almost choked on my water. Was this guy serious? From the look on his face and the fact that he was waiting for me to respond answered that question. This was officially the last internet date I was ever going on.
Blind Date: Part 2
The flashing red and blue police lights reflected off a pool of blood on the porch where an officer, now covered in blood, was standing. He was holding a severed deer’s head that he had just removed from the front door. It was impaled there with a machete.
I’m alone tonight. Everyone else is too fearful of what lurks in the shadows, but I was told I could be healed if I found the church. The Vatican had even confirmed its powers. The gas lamps do nothing to light the dingy streets. Rats freely dine on curbside trash. This is no place for a lady to be alone. This isn’t even a place for the damned.
Some Where Across the Sea
Rachel was shaking. There was a pool of blood on the floor below the dangling arm. And Layla was right, her eye was open. Rachel didn’t need to look anymore. The woman was dead and this little girl had spent the day with a dead body and didn’t know it. She didn’t want to alarm her, so when she called the police, Rachel made sure to do it in another room.
Screeching tires broke the sounds of main street. Headlights rushed towards my car. I swerved to the right, running over flowered bushes, praying that whatever idiot behind the wheel would gain control. But in my rear view mirror I saw one of the worst things ever. A body sent flying in the air. I threw my car into park as fast as I could.
Since the dance floor was in eyesight of the bathroom we thought what’s the big deal. Only, fifteen minutes goes by. The Warrior is talking to one of his buddies where we left him on the stairs. I asked if he’s seen Red. He shakes his head. Goldi pulls out her phone and starts texting.
Don't Tread On Me PT 1
The thunder cracked as the lightning illuminated the night sky. The Storm was right over us and if this dry lightning kept up we would for sure be facing a brush fire. That was something we didn’t need at the moment. The town was already short on water and whatever was left to burn were our crops. We need as many of those oranges as possible.
Don't Tread On Me PT 2
Lighting twisted through the skies. Thankfully there were no signs of tornado. It was something strange to run indoors from the rain. I could remember when the rain was so rare, that young and old alike, would stay out and let the water falling from the sky kiss our skin.