Monica Russo glanced in the rearview mirror to see if five-year old Kimber noticed her slip-up. It seemed nothing got by her daughter these days, but luckily the girl was engrossed with her tablet, watching her favorite movie for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
Blake McIntyre looked at the microwave clock. 2 a.m. He threw open his apartment door and made his way across the hall to hopefully halt the drone that was now filling his ears. He wasn’t amused.
"Moonlight streamed through the open slits of the curtains, dimly illuminating the room. He was there…his gentle hand caressed my shoulder. I couldn’t see him, but the essence of his energy filled my senses.
“Johnny! Goddamn it! Get down!” Richard yelled from his belly, the brush barely hiding him and the other four men on this clusterfuck of a mission. Just as the sound of gunfire erupted, Johnny hit the ground, not even a twitch from his body as bullets whizzed by like a thousand angry, deadly bees.
"I can't believe after four years, it's all going to change tonight." Fire Chief Keegan McLeod stirred the giant pot of sausage gravy on the stove in front of him. "How did you stand all the stress of waiting once you decided to as Morgan to marry you?"
"Call 911!" Trix felt her heart beating in her throat as she crouched over the seizing customer lying on the floor. Vaguely, she heard a few screams and a few shouts from other customers, but she did her best to focus on the blond college student in front of her. Flat on his back, his body jerked stiffly and his eyes rolled back.
To My Dearest,
With mere words, how do I tell you the destruction of everything in my young life - all that I loved and lived for? How can I explain to you what sustained me through unimaginable evil, when I myself don't know the answer? And after I survived it, but with a soul that was hollowed into a nihilistic ache, how did I manage to carry on, even as unbearable memories pursued me everywhere, like a pack of wolves hounding their prey?
The echoing, thunderous footsteps gained on her, the ground shaking beneath her feet. Paige pushed every ounce of strength she had left into her throbbing legs and propelled herself forward through the eerie trees, peering over her shoulder into the pursuing darkness, her blood pounding in her ears.
The creature was fast as lightning.
When the door opened, everything I wanted to say to Meredith, everything I’d rehearsed became two words.
A smile holding a hint of promise lit her face as if I’d left three minutes ago, not three years.
“Hold tight, Shifter, this is going to be bumpy.”
The small vehicle careened down the incline, ploughing a deep trough and throwing up a cloud of dirt and sand.
Eventually it plunged through the tangled branches of a group of slender trees and bushes at the bottom, and
shuddered to a halt.
Deep behind the country fields, tucked far away from the city and its inhabitants, lived a man who stared at parts of his sixteen-thousand-acre property pondering about his life. The warm, fall evening breeze touched the cotton tips, making them sway across the grounds as he breathed the mild air into his lungs. The owner’s name was Cain Anthony Westbrook, a wealthy entrepreneur, bachelor, and cultivator of cotton in South Effingham, a small county in the State of Georgia.
Kirby Swallow wanted to kick herself. No, 10-22 that— surveying her heavy makeup and green contacts in the rearview mirror, she admitted the truth to herself. She wanted to turn the car around and drive home as fast as the speed limit allowed.
“Your uniform is hanging in the airing cupboard, Chloe, and Dad’s just buffing up your shoes” Her mother spoke loudly through the bathroom door “I’ve made toast and have cereal if you want, but whatever you do please hurry. Dad can’t be late for his first day and neither can you!” Chloe had been dreading this day,her father had received the offer of a very good promotion at work and had decided to take it.
Did you know that it’s possible to own a ghost? Well, we do. She arrived in a Victorian trunk that my wife and I purchased not too long ago, and her name is Mary. Currently, she exists in her camelback trunk on our carport here in Georgia.
WARNING: Dangerous Curves, Turns, and Twists Dead Ahead! You've been duly warned above in bold, red, and steamy text. The next chapter is not for the reading weak at heart or any lover of books who is the least bit squeamish about what goes on outside the covers between two consenting young lovers.