Ophelia ran her hand over one of the headstones, imagining what lay beneath it.

Just bones.
She wondered about the people that they had been, and what happened to that consciousness after death. Did it just cease to exist? She didn’t really know what she believed, but she couldn’t accept that. Surely something continued on.
Ripp was also ( Read more... )

There was a first time for everything, right? Well, if you're lucky, there was. If you didn't just go for it and take advantage of every opportunity that presented itself to you, what was the point in even being alive?

There wasn't one. Not that he could see. So he would gladly seize any chance to elevate himself from that. Putting something into ( Read more... )

“Johnny! I love this song - want to dance?” Jayne turned her dark eyes to Ophelia.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all.”

Ophelia stood alone, and watched them. Ripp was on the other side of the room, chatting up some girl.

Her favourite song came on.

“Seems like you need a partner.” Ripp was offering his hand. “I know you ( Read more... )

The boys had been heaping it high all week, and now it burned. Brighter and higher than any before it. The devil himself couldn’t make a better bonfire.

Her face burned, while her back was ice cold from the November frost. She felt his eyes behind her.

“Not bad, eh? Pretty big.” He joined her on the rock.

“I’ve seen bigger.”

He ( Read more... )