“The truth of the matter...is that I’m a witch ( Read more... )

It was an unfamiliar feeling, walking into the office on a Thursday. Mondays were staff meetings, and Saturdays were for leadership workshops...neither of which Rian sat in on very often, even though she was a member of the board of directors (who met on Tuesdays anyway). Thursday was really the only day during the week not devoted to some ( Read more... )

She didn’t really think about it when she saw the funky old Polaroid camera at the garage sale...she just nabbed it for five bucks and took it to Martin in AV at the crime lab. Once he agreed to get it working again and cleaned up good, Rian simply made a mental note to ask Noah when Hal’s birthday was...the little shutterbug would get a real kick ( Read more... )

I admit it...I have only myself to blame for this. It’s my fault...my screw up. This isn’t the sort of thing I usually do, and with good reason. Now I know better...and I’ll never do it again. If only, though...if only that could wipe away the horror of the suffering that I have endured ( Read more... )

“Oh Lordy...please tell me you’re kidding ( Read more... )

The hole is square. I’m round. Those are the shapes...the things are a bit more complicated. Then again, that’s usually the way of things...nothing ever fits the way it’s supposed to. The shape of things is always wrong.

I mean...I’m not sure if you can get much weirder than talking to your dead grandma in a coma dream? But...here I am. Having ( Read more... )