The story so far... It will mean split second precision. If they make one slip, wait a second too long, then Barlowe won’t be able to assimilate and his body will die. There was only one way to lure Quentin to Abigail, and it was something Barlowe both dreaded and eagerly anticipated. ### Abigail came … Continue reading Betrothed
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Where the wild things are
“This is an exceptionally noisome trash pit,” holding a clean bandana over her nose and mouth, Hannah tiptoed through the junkyard, careful to not touch any of the rusting hunks. “I’m fairly certain this is illegal. You know, another arrest and it’ll be jail time for you.” Laughing at her discomfort, I rummaged through the … Continue reading Where the wild things are
Cage fighter
The story so far... Two long scars ran vertically in the shape of a V down her back, starting between her shoulder blades, and coming to a near point at her waist. Moved by her injury, Barlowe tenderly traced the shimmering pink lines with his fingertips. Her skin trembled under his touch, and she began a slow shift … Continue reading Cage fighter
Storm’s a’comin’
The shrieking grew shriller as the volume went higher. Coffee mugs rattled on tables, utensils skipped across plate rim, and nerves frayed along tired edges. A blur of pink blew past me, a little sticky hand sweeping my napkin onto the floor. Looking up from my laptop screen, I watched a small whirlwind wreaking havoc … Continue reading Storm’s a’comin’
Moving on up
“He (Jacob) had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.” ~ Genesis 28:12 NIV She stood at the bottom of the people mover looking up at the lights. Her guide fidgeted beside her, … Continue reading Moving on up
Pretty birds ring
Morning sunlight flooded the room through the open door. Raeanne hummed along with the robin’s birdsong, a haunting melody of loss and dying. "Come, gentle death, and end my grief; Ye pretty birds ring forth my knell; Let robin redbreast be the chief To bury me, and so farewell."* It was a glorious day. The … Continue reading Pretty birds ring





