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If the world was ending…part vii

The cold wrapped around him like a blanket, stealing his warmth. His breath. His father was on his left, his footsteps quiet on the ground. He darted glances at his father. Derek Benard Hammond was a tall man. The youngest... Continue Reading →

If the world was ending…part vi

Quiet. Being in a car without radio was so quiet. No more fights over the aux cord. No more scanning stations. No more streaming apps. Those days were over or nearly over. Her cell phone still had a full battery... Continue Reading →

The Sweetest Oblivion (Made)

Sweet, innocent, obedient...until she wasn't. Until one day she decides to take something for herself. That one action takes Elena from highly favored pampered princess to a girl who is shadowed wherever she goes. Enter our hero Nicolas a Made... Continue Reading →

"The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky." I remember when the world turned upside down. The once starry canopy started to fall. impossible, possible

It never gets any easier, he mused as he stared down at the body. The hands still gripped the earth as they had in the moments before death. His stomach churred. He didn't want to be here. Why was his... Continue Reading →

Near Misses (Microfiction)

She zoned out again. She could just barely catch his face this time. Broad shoulders, a little husky, fresh haircut, nice clothes but not pretentious. She could just make out the sent of his cologne. She swore she knew the... Continue Reading →

“From Blue to Gray” (Microfiction)

She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell. She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother's hand and laughing. What she could never remember is the... Continue Reading →

“Parting Words” (Microfiction)

They laid side by side in grass, gazing up at the familiar night sky. Cradled in the crook of his arm she turned to face him. "I have loved you in and out of time. You have been my favorite... Continue Reading →

Chapter 11: The Mists

Chapter 11 of Sleeper Cell Angela led the way to the former Dr. Loveitt's condo. When they arrived Justin jimmied the lock and a couple minutes they found themselves looking into a very posh living room. Justin looked at Angela,... Continue Reading →

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