I was so smug. I produced a male heir, a solitary namesake for two families. He was perfect with his golden hazel eyes, corn silk hair, and gossamer skin. Then his body betrayed him. A burn vandalized his angelic face. An angry red scar spread from his sweet strawberry lips to his peach fuzz ear. … Continue reading End of the line?
Category: Scriptic
Duck you…
I heard the familiar “click” of my front door opening, but since my usually territorial Lab, Libby, made no move from her spot on the couch, I wasn’t worried a homicidal intruder had entered my house. When I heard the fridge door open, I knew it had to be Drake. “Seriously, dude, just make yourself … Continue reading Duck you…
Celestial duet
Stars aligned, the moon waxed full Silver light rained down on me And I heard her song wherever I went, Filling my ears, filling the night A lilting tune, soft as a breeze Subtle as a waif's shadow My heart grew full, at peace Her siren song stealing my sadness Raising my voice to join … Continue reading Celestial duet
Tune in at 9
"You get the popcorn and sodas, and I'll set up the TiVo," kneeling in front of his new DVD recorder, the minor demon looked more like he was genuflecting before an electronic altar than trying to record a television broadcast. His companion, carrying a bowl of burnt mushroomed kernels and mugs of flat root beer, … Continue reading Tune in at 9
A place of his own
As soon as the front door shut behind them, clothes started dropping. Shoes were kicked down the hallway, pants and shirts fell outside the kitchen, a bra was flung overhead and landed on the ceiling fan blades, boxers draped over the side table lamp cast a blue aura over the room. He fell backwards over … Continue reading A place of his own
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