Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It had all been planned out, she had X amount to do between noon, as long as she was on the road by 12:30 she would be able to make it back home to catch Junior's game.

Not like it was a real game ( Read more... )

The night had started off like any other night, but when the full moon was centered in the midnight sky evil broke out over the land.  The violence came from everywhere and no where and all at once.  Under the glow of the moon blood and screams spilled out into the streets giving the dirt roads a slick, silver river look that wound about all the ( Read more... )

Margret will barely let her husband tank off his sweater before launching herself at him in a loving tackle in perfect timing with his reach.  They just work out that way, being able to compliment one another in such a manner.  He feels good, so good, his arms, his mouth, the taste and scent of him ( Read more... )

They have shared many Yules together, Justin and Margaret, but this is the very first and a very special Yule this year.  This is the first Yule for Junior, the boy who is growing faster than Margaret can keep up with.  She sort of blames that with being away a lot of the time.  Sure, there are days when she is nine to five, some days even less, ( Read more... )

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the bestI am cursed ( Read more... )

I haven’t slept since they killed him ( Read more... )

The blood is so thick in the air that it's impossible not to taste it.  The scent hangs on the limbs of the trees and coats the wall of the face of the cliff they were camped against like it was painted on.  Blood had been spilled, the perpetrators of the brutality back at the stable lay on the ground, unearthly still.  The kind of still that only ( Read more... )

She misses her son.  She misses her husband as well but Justin has been able to survive on his own for many, many years, with or without her.  She misses her little boy, and the knowledge that he is growing without her there gnaws on her brain.  The further away she gets from the estate the more she thinks about it, the more she questions if she ( Read more... )

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It's not a sudden thing Maggie has come to find.  More of a subtle thing, not unlike when she was training.  When under the guidance and training of her master she gradually grew stronger, faster, things began to shape and take form, tighten and harden into muscle and knowledge ( Read more... )