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Category Archives: Stories
Drew Evans pt 2
Scream. She really, really wanted to scream, at the very top of her lungs. Let the entire world hear her – it’s not like they care anyway. The world is too involved in itself, even to acknowledge those who have … Continue reading →
Drew Evans pt 1
She could remember that day in such detail it could have been yesterday. Their eyes met as they were walking towards each other, their steps slowed, and small smiles crept onto their faces. His dark hair clung to his face … Continue reading →
Indigo Hunter Part 4
Three months later~ It all happened so fast. Too fast. She couldn’t withhold the shudder. Blinking fervently, she realized she had no more tears to let go – they were all gone. If only the memories were gone too… She … Continue reading →
The Devil’s Consort
“I’m not comfortable with this.” She didn’t have time to stifle the snort before it escaped, and he narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think this is funny?” “Do you not like it?” she murmured, turning away from the … Continue reading →
Indigo Hunter Part 3
Three days later ~ “Dammit!” She wiped the smirk off her face before she twirled around to see Mason, one of his long, denim-clad legs stuck in a clump of vines. How he managed to do that, she wouldn’t question. … Continue reading →
Indigo Hunter Cont.
She was completely silent as she patted down his bruises with the rag dipped in cold water. He hissed as the cold seeped into his skin, making the cuts burn like hell. Her eyes avoided his at all costs. He … Continue reading →
Ryne
Up late again, Whitney found herself on the computer, tapping away her feelings. Was there ever a time she wasn’t writing? Doubtful. She wrote anything and everything she could dream up, anything and everything she felt or thought about. Writing … Continue reading →
Indigo Hunter
Grimacing, she gently grasped the stem of the arrow. Biting hard on her lip, she ripped the arrow out of her stomach, gasping in pain. “Damn,” she muttered, tossing the arrow aside. Her stomach was bloody and torn open, but … Continue reading →