Connie leafs though the books one more time, though she knows the words already by heart. Hands smooth the dark skirt into place. One hand twists her wedding ring around her finger as she half reads, half tries to breath deeply and steadily. After one long month, it has come down to mere minuets of waiting. A month of study after the decision, ( Read more... )

((OUT OF CHARACTER - Note - ICLY this would be a password protected random IP address. I’m just posting here to make it easier on myself.))To the awakened ( Read more... )

Part II

( The Finding of the Swords )

The intellect of man is forced to choose ( Read more... )

Constance Jones, Professor of Mathematic; the metal name place on the door states. If anyone thinks it odd that this small office tucked away in the basement would hold one a professor rather than a TA, they simply shrug and considered it a space concern from the remolding. And indeed, the professor herself doesn’t mind the quiet location and the ( Read more... )

I am the voice inside your head and I control you
I am the lover in your bed and I control you
I am the sex that you provide and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct Step. Kick. Step. Turn. Move. Block. Repetitive ( Read more... )

As a note, she was in a Jhor quiet when writing this...

When the tracks are leading home to the limits of hell
We'll yell life sure is swell! In Sin City
In the streets where the servants of silence dwell
The visions of the wicked are sure to sell! In Sin City It all started when the sleeper followed us from the bar. I had wanted out of ( Read more... )

And therefore if to love can be desert ( Read more... )

( Mad World )

(With special thanks to Mary, who co wrote a part of this story.)

And we all go with them, into the silent funeral ( Read more... )