Page 16 – My Writing

Still Standing

Independence did not come easy – or cheaply, for that matter. Early on, Petra did what she could to scavenge vitae for

For a moment, there was nothing but darkness, and the sound of people breathing. After a moment, some quiet cursing, and the

It had taken some time for her to grow accustomed to being known as Petra, simply because she had been born with

“Need….me…” she gasped, desperately trying to pry the hands that grasped her throat away, to at least loosen them, so she could

Jasper looked at the door for a moment after Trish left. He didn’t like lying to her, but it was a necessity.

Trish sighed, leaning her head back against the seat of her truck for a moment before pulling out of the driveway. She

The moon was high and full in the clear night sky, casting a surprising amount of light on the area below, which

Jasper looked around his new surroundings. Well… John’s old surroundings. So much of it was strange. Memories drifted in and out of

The bucket jostled a little, and a small amount of its sudsy contents sloshed onto the hardwood floor. On his knees, bent

Trish curled up on her sofa, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. It was late, but she needed to work