I gasped for air and collapsed on a boulder, fumbling for my water bottle ( Read more... )

“Why would she believe that was my heart?” Rhys, the steward’s girl asked as she watched him carve the purple organ from the deer’s carcass. He put the thing into the black lacquered box beside him.

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“I always used to hate those idyllic pictures of people sitting on the grass, without blankets.” She remarked, lying prone on a blanket beneath a tree. “Because your ass always gets wet and you start to itch, and there are bugs.”
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It was barely 8am and it was going to be a scorcher. Mr. Peter’s across the street, his glasses fogged up when he went outside to get the Commercial. The air was so thick it pressed in on you, you had to pull it deep down into your lungs and within minutes your body would be as slick as if you’d been dipped and ready to fry. People’d race from the ( Read more... )

Erin pushed herself back in the driver’s seat, and flicked the turn signal, easing onto the controlled chaos that was the Dallas metro freeway ( Read more... )