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Characters Kate – Female. Active and outdoorsy. Patient. Wearing hiking shoes, baseball hat, shorts and a t shirt with a small backpack. David – Male. Outdoorsy in spirit. Active…online. Wearing athletic shorts and tennis shoes with a baggy shirt or …
Chapter 33 Tonight was the night. I was finally gonna do it. Tonight I was leaving Jonathan, for good. I didn’t pack anything because when I start packing, I start thinking. And thinking leads to panic. So all I did …
Gray skies stretch wide above us, soft and heavy, the kind that foretells rain but never letsit fall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth–distant rains–and the sound of creakingleather with each shift of movement. My horse’s …
The rain drummed against the rusted metal roof of the shaggy bus station. Water streameddown in thin rivulets, pooling in the cracked concrete beneath the pale, flickering lights. The aircarried the scent of damp mold and gasoline, clouding the senses. …
A farmer found the body. He was traveling down a little used dirt road, checking the perimeter of his cornfields, preparing for the fall harvest. The body was face down in the dirt. Stab marks littered its back. Runnels of …
I walked down the sidewalk checking the ground for struggling worms. The rain stopped about an hour ago, I always liked to go and search the sidewalks for worms, hoping to save them before they dried up in the sun. …
I’m a Skald, a Warrior-Poet, not to be confused with a Bard. For you see, a Bard is one who tells the stories of another’s tales and triumphs, but me? Oh, glorious gales ye must be kidding? To perpetuate such …
October 27, 1986 The animated warble of the sportscasters’ voice carries through the room, and I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor watching game 7 of the World Series. My little sister Sally is painting her nails in her trademark red, …
A short figure was standing in the middle of a field of blood and bodies. She was panting, puffs of air coming out like smoke; it was freezing. Sword in hand staring off into nothingness, doused in the blood of …
The moon was full and high in the sky that night, giving off a glow of light to the beach. It allowed me to see the board walkway that led nearly to the water’s edge, stopping only a couple yards …