"You saved my life." Butler sounded impressed.

"I did."  I didn't know what else to say.

"Thank you. I mean it. There's more than a few people who would care to see me dead. It's a pleasant relief to find a young woman willing to risk her life for mine."

"Really. It was nothing." I dismissed the moment. I felt a fool. I wanted to leave.

"It was ( Read more... )

Shall I tell you why I love my brother ( Read more... )

The room was faintly lit by the glow of the sole computer monitor. It was late at night, and there was only the sound of the clicking keys. The figure at the keyboard was typing furiously. He wanted to finish this report, and then get home to his family. His wife had scolded him countless times for being late the past month, and Ian Holden didn’t ( Read more... )

From Time Magazine, Aug 28, 1995 ( Read more... )

You were holding my hand ( Read more... )

Fight, till the sword stops shaking in your hand
Bruise, till you no longer feel pain
Focus, till you no longer need sleep
Bleed, till you're weak enough to see her face in your dreams
Kill, till there is no one left in your way

Is death the worst you can do to me?
How could peace be worse than this?
Silence, no pain
No memory
I won’t remember you
There will be no hole where you were
I will not miss you
Because you never left
I will not cry, anymore
My skin won’t be cold
My gaze won’t be empty
Loving won’t hurt

There was no moment of sparks and fireworks. It wasn’t eyes meeting across a room. It was love at first sight, but a gentle, warm love. Comfortable, even. That feeling of knowing you are doing the right thing, a sense that you’ve done it before, that it was meant to be done ( Read more... )

She screamed but no one came. She swore at the ceiling. There was one window, high, to let in light, but to stop anyone looking out. There was the sound of far-off footsteps. It was cool, but not cold. She had several blankets, layered, on top of the braces. They were holding her to the bed; like she’d do something crazy. Like she was crazy ( Read more... )

Children seem to like me. I don't always like children. Sometimes I see them in public places, screaming and giving attitude, and I just want someone to slap them across the head and tell them to grow up. Also when I see children being horrible to other children I want to pull them by their shirt collars and tell them to buck their act up and get a ( Read more... )