It's a truck stop.

Old school, the kind that still had showers and bunks so you can sleep off your eighteen hour long haul. With the kind of waitresses that still wore pastel dress uniforms with white aprons and called regulars 'sugar.' The pie is good, there better be good pie, and good chili, it's not a real beckon of trucking respite without ( Read more... )

Back pew at Saint Mary, meditating.

Fresh blood, fresh tracks. The body is still warm.

It seemed fitting that while being hounded by howling and tormented Apache shades that there be a little John Ford action going on.  The move had taken Maggie months of failed attempts and numerous vicious bruises to perfect.  It's all about timing, and strength, the strength of the victim grabee is really the important part but with Red Court ( Read more... )

Ooh abandoned place!  Let's go explore.

Warlocks just love creepy, abandoned places...