BewitchedThe time before the witches were hunted, they flew above the radar with much more ease. Nearly every village had at least one home set slightly deeper in the woods than the rest inhabited by a lone woman. She was sometimes young, and sometimes old; she was sometimes lovely and sometimes weathered. She was always, always fierce, and she ( Read more... )

Bark and BiteSome of the very best changes start off very, very small. At least, this was certainly the case for Channing Foster. He wasn't very big in the first place, but when the change began, he discovered an entirely new type of tiny ( Read more... )

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He cupped her face in his hand with as much softness as he could, so not to wake her. He nestled closer, matching her breath. She sighed and rolled toward him and his fingers got lost in her hair. This, he thought. This momentThe world was young; Earth's dirt so new it was all moist and dark. Plants and men grew together in wonder, worshiping ( Read more... )

PhoenixFive years and twenty-three days ago marked the last sunset. The sun was a rose on fire settling on pastel sheets streaked with gold. It was glorious. Alia had perched on the roof of her new home, watching the sun settle below the tree line until all that was left in the sky were the stars. She had lingered as long as she could; though her ( Read more... )

LJ Idol vote going on! We're in the top 10. Not sure if I have any friends still reading around here, but there is some amazing stuff this week. If you'd like to check it out and vote, do so here. I humbly appreciate any support.

When Annalise was born, the sun was shining on the snow. It was the only sunny day that December seventy-three years ago had offered. The day that she was to draw her last breath was also the one sunny day a terribly cold winter gave up, and the light from the blinds gave her a golden glow. Her son, Michael, stood by her side, his wife next to him ( Read more... )

The lady is saying words at me again. She always says too many words, all the time. I want to cover my ears, but I know if I do, she will put her hands on mine and then she will move them down. I don't like when she touches my hands ( Read more... )

August 6, 1945Walter's feet hit the ground but he still felt like he was flying. He walked as quickly away from the B-29 behind him as he could, wanting to sink to his knees. Walter was just barely twenty-two and stood at just over five and a half feet. He might have weighed one hundred and twenty pounds if he stood in soaking wet clothing. But ( Read more... )

Lost the.....Huh?Sunbeams filtered through the shaded window above Mari's bed as she stretched herself awake. She rolled to check the time--9:37am. Perfect. She had a lot to get done on her day off ( Read more... )

Warning: Contains references to suicidal ideation/attempts and self-injuryI love my job. I swear I love my job. It's just that lately I've felt like I'm drowning. I see people in my office, at my satellite office in a school, in their homes--all day long I'm flying, spinning, jumping from one psyche to the next. I dive into each person with a ( Read more... )