So writers write.

I stare at the screen, and I then I open my other tab: Microsoft word. Blank document. Click, click, click and I’m there, looking a white digital manifestation of a piece of paper, the gray toolbar and background setting the tone of impending misery.

Blinking cursor signal.

Writers write.

I asked someone what a writer did. She looked ( Read more... )

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Because I'm in need of some restraint

"Seth!"
The bone numbing chill blasted Seth in the face; for a moment, his brain was sluggish, slow, and unresponsive. The castle was nothing like warm, but the tepid heat had been positively summery compared to the hell ( Read more... )

Trust me-I always know what he's thinking
I always know when he's drinking, and from whom
When he slips in someone's room
Oh yes, I always know who he's after
I hear his triumphant laughter, in my head
When he finds some new well-bred, undead

He wasn't expected. Still, no one ran to greet him or stop him, because  no one was here. No one living, anyway. ( Read more... )