The air was heavy between us as we sat around the coffee table again. I took my usual place on the loveseat and he took his usual place on the floor, propped against the futon. I curled my knees to my chest and started to trace my teeth with my fingers while I waited for him to say something. Anything.
Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One HUNTED: Chapter Two HUNTED: Chapter Three HUNTED: Chapter Four HUNTED: Chapter Five HUNTED: Chapter Six HUNTED: Chapter Seven HUNTED: Chapter Eight HUNTED: Chapter Nine HUNTED: Chapter 10 Eleven. Officer Finn Holland: I watch the clip for the fifth time and I feel victorious. Yet, I also have a sinking feeling … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Eleven
I reach out and cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs resting below his eyes, catching his tears. “Me too, Jax, me too.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me tightly. My arms squeeze around his neck and I feel him start to shake. We stay like that for awhile, crying together, grieving together, trying to find solace.
“I just witnessed my best friend get murdered and survived two gunshots! If I feel like getting drunk I am going too.” I snap. They were right though, I never drank. It wasn’t my thing but hours ago we laid Juliet to rest and I realized that her murderer could have been watching us, or me rather, for awhile. Call me crazy but that was a hard pill to swallow.
My mom always told me that beauty is achieved, not genetic. In other words she was firm believer in self-made, store bought perfection. I think she said this because her daughter was born just shy of beautiful, a mutant if you well. It was her way of trying to make me feel pretty but never once have I taken her actions as a compliment. Dad tells me I’m the green apple in a sea of red ones. A unique find, an acquired taste. In the end all I ever felt was less then. Never greater then.
I'm not sure what the right word is, ignorant maybe? I feel as though I am at a loss for words. It's not writers block as much as it is guilt of the mind. I have no clue what needs to be said and how to say it. My mother would never say anything, her … Continue reading I’m Not God
Well, Hurricane Matthew is officially in Charleston's history. Ours too. It's interesting to me as some one who grew up in the mountains her whole life to have lived through a hurricane. I was raised in Montana, the land of below zero and frozen air, but I never once had a snow day. But here … Continue reading I Can Officially Say I Survived a Hurricane
Every year on the first I feel sad. I am not sure why because it is usually a time of happy and new beginnings. I guess I begin to question my life and really ponder the impact I made in the year past. Did I make a difference in someones life? Did I fail? Did … Continue reading Goodbye 2015…You were good to me
David surprised me today. We both work downtown most of the time, only a few blocks apart. So when David gets off work and walks a little ways to give me his last free coffee (he works at Starbucks) of the day it is always very sweet. However today he was working a Starbucks about … Continue reading Feeling Special
It really is that time of the year. Sales at retail stores, red cups at Starbucks, snowfall (in some states), and accents of red and green are everywhere. The time of year where joy should fill you to your brim. However sometimes the holiday season can be hard on people for various reasons like the … Continue reading To good to be true or are things finally beginning to turn around?