The story so far... A sharp shaft of light cut through the darkness, aiming its laser focus at Abigail’s left eye. Turning away from the morning sun, she groaned and pulled a pillow over her eyes. If only the pain in her head was from a heavy night of drinking, a little hair of the … Continue reading Here comes trouble
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Mean girls
You’re not some dewy-eyed ingenue, naive and unsophisticated. You take center stage, chewing the scenery with your saccharine schoolgirl routine. Your tarnished reputation can’t be camouflaged by pretty-in-pink eye flutters, and coquettish smiles. The “poor me” act, punctuated by grand gestures and proclamations, grows stale. Without an original thought in your vacuous head, you never … Continue reading Mean girls
Schrödinger’s conference room
Campbell fidgeted outside the office conference room, his ear and cheek pressed flat against the door. He fit his finger to his lips when Tucker walked up, a signal for quiet. “What’s going on in there?” Tucker nodded towards the door, then sipped from his steaming coffee cup. “Stevens and Costello are in some kind a … Continue reading Schrödinger’s conference room
Walk of shame
The story so far… Quentin, sprawled in the doctor’s king ranch bed, listened to the young nurse hastily gathering her things. Whatever arrangement she had with Dr. Payne was shattered with Quentin’s response to her attempts at intimacy. She whimpered as she picked up her discarded clothing. Any questions were ignored, or dismissed with a … Continue reading Walk of shame
Said the spider to the fly
The story so far... Abigail barely made it into her apartment before she collapsed on the couch. Maintaining her composure in public was more physically challenging than she expected. Stretching out, she braced herself for the transformation she knew was coming. During the experimental phase, when she practiced the shape-shifting techniques she learned while Quentin … Continue reading Said the spider to the fly
White stag
“A pale hart, as white as a full moon, rears on its hind legs, trumpeting his arrival. A messenger from the netherworld, bringing a dire warning to sinners.” I could only stare at him, and sadly shake my head. “Seriously, that’s the best you can do?” “This is a majestic, mythological beast.” He made a … Continue reading White stag





