blade cunningham – My Writing

Vignettes XIII

Adrianna ran her hand across the top of the piano as she walked around it, enjoying the smooth surface under her fingers.

Blade took some time studying himself in the mirror, trying to decipher the puzzle in his reflection — himself. He felt confidant

Blade had gone back to his book after Charles spoke to him, but he wasn’t absorbing it’s contents. He was thinking about

Chance had been restless the past couple of days, and Trish rightly guessed that it was due to the fact he felt

Blade knocked at the door to the room Lucius was staying in, catching Lucius flipping through one of the books from their

“You know, it’s the holidays. You don’t have to study for the GED.” Blade said to a frustrated Chance. “I know I don’t

Chance had left the house the morning concerned for Trish, but that was nothing new. He knew she didn’t like being on

Blade looked up from the journal he’d been perusing when he heard someone enter his room. Chance was there, and he’d brought

“You wanted to talk?” Blade said as he set his tray down and slid into the seat across from Mandy. For her

He reached over, brushing aside hair that was covering her face. He didn’t like seeing that look in her eyes – she