Short story: Gancanagh


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Read Part 1 here.

His arm slid around my shoulders as we sidled up to the front of the store. He smelled like laundry detergent and wood polish, and I could feel his curls tickling my left ear. And I could also feel Hannah’s eyes, which were bright and burning and fixed on me.

Chase stepped between me and Hannah’s death glare. “Okay,” he said, ( Read more... )

Chase asked me out on Monday.

Well, he didn’t really ask me out. As I recall, his exact words were, “Will you be my fake girlfriend?”

I just stared at him for a long moment, because it’s kind of hard not to stare at Chase. Not that he’s particularly good-looking; actually he’s kind of lanky and he wears thick-rimmed glasses every other day because ( Read more... )

                “What was that? Oh, sorry, I can’t; I’m meeting someone.” Short, blond, and baby-faced, if you must know. Like a golden retriever puppy. Romeo isn’t really my type.

“Nah, it’s not like that. Just dinner and a movie.” Harry Potter, to be more specific. We’ll probably sit in the empty theater and comment on the special ( Read more... )

It is my birthday today.


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I decided that in the extended absence of Shadow snippets, I'd post one of my short stories. It's rated PG-13, so avert your eyes if you're under twelve. (Okay, who am I kidding - this is the internet. You can read it if you want to.)

This is part one. Enjoy.

I feel the rain like a thousand frozen bullets slamming into my skull. ( Read more... )