Page 44 – My Writing

Chance and Trish Have A Talk

Chance had been outside smoking for a while – partly to enjoy the warm night, but mostly to think. He was reluctant

Trish was uncertain as to exactly what time she needed to be at the meeting, but she’d agreed to be there, and

Deacon presented the braid to his master that evening. Gabriel smiled brilliantly. “Excellent work, Deacon. Smart thinking on your part.” He did

“Our brothers have fallen at the hands of these devils! For why else would they not have come home to us? Why

Lucy lay in the tent, wide awake and thinking over her life. Everything was different now – so changed so….unwanted. She didn’t

It was nearing that time of year again. She could feel it coming. It would cycle, over and over again in the

His name was Deacon, and he watched the house from a copse of trees across the street. He’d been watching it for

Lilith Westenra, formerly Lillian Murray, is Lucy’s mother. She came from a Catholic household with a younger brother (Robert), and a twin

A sealed manila envelope is left for Charles at the youth center, on his desk in the office. Three pieces of paper

“Mmm…..where are you going?” a sleepy voice from the bed asked. Damn – I either moved around too much or made too