Pick a character, pick a number (or two), and I'll write... :)  Been kinda in a dry spell.

001.Beginnings.002.Middles.003.Ends.004.Insides.005.Outsides.006.Hours.007.Days.008.Weeks.009.Months.010.Years.011.Red.012.Orange.013.Yellow.014.Green.015.Blue.016.Purple.017.Brown.018.Black.019.White.020.Colourless.021.Friends.022.Enemies.023.Lovers.024. ( Read more... )

Everything was perfect.  A candle-lit dinner for three, with glasses of sparkling cider and baskets of steaming bread.  Soft violin music in the background and a sense of rightness in my soul.  Small packages next to two of the three seats, wrapped in simple paper with simple bows.

I couldn’t help but grin as I ushered my daughter and my fiancé ( Read more... )

“I’m sorry, Alina.  I’m sorry…”

I wake up from the dream with a scream, as the visions of Lycka being ripped apart fades from my mind.  In an instant he’s there.  One hand slides to the gun under his pillow, another slides around my waist.  It only takes him a moment to asses the situation - no outside threats; perimeter is secure; my glassy eyes ( Read more... )

“So how long have the two of you been together?”  Madison grinned at me over her margarita, her eyes flicking towards Lycka dancing with Dawn - the toddler standing on his feet and giggling wildly.

I smiled warmly at her, sipping my own fruity boat drink, “It’ll be a year in July.  Fourth of July, actually.”

She couldn’t hide her surprise, “Really? ( Read more... )

“You two are adorable together.”

The voice startled me a bit as I lifted my eyes quickly, my body already tensing for a threat that wasn’t there.  All I saw was a pleasantly smiling woman wearing a one-piece swimming suit with a sarong tied around her waist.  I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right, but I gave her a smile, trying to slow my racing heart ( Read more... )

She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples as the words started to swim before her on the screen. She knew what her end goal was - but damned if she had any idea how she was going to get there. It seemed simple and easy when she thought about it, but was apparently going to be a logistical nightmare to implement. Everything made more difficult, of ( Read more... )

He smiled softly to her as she pulled his guns out of their holsters, handing them carefully. Spreading them out on the table before her, she closed her eyes, murmuring softly as she felt the magic roll through her and into his weapons. She prayed in the back of her mind as she allowed the spell to form and release. She prayed that this time, it ( Read more... )

“Momma…when are you leaving?”

Olivia turned, smiling softly at her daughter.  She left the bag she had been packing and moved to crouch down near her.  The toddler eyed her with unreadable dark eyes, waiting patiently.

“We’re leaving in a few hours, baby girl.  What are you doing up, you should be in bed.”

Dawn shook her head, curls bouncing, ( Read more... )

She picked the gun up, flicking off the safety and settling it into her hand. She suppressed the momentary uneasiness she always felt when she picked up a gun.

Too used to knives. This shit feels impersonal and wrong. I want to see the light in their eyes go out when they die…can’t do that with this shit.

Suppressing that inner voice she sighed ( Read more... )

She could feel the daggers from across the room, and she knew that Dox was glaring at her again. Olivia heaved an inward sigh, trying to push the discomfort from her mind. In her mind, she kept tumbling over her words and mulling over what she could say to the other woman to make it better, to help ease her hurt.

I was afraid. When I was with him, ( Read more... )