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Moment of Clarity
I never knew what it felt like to be gut shot, although I always used the analogy when describing some sort of emotional turmoil. On a few occasions since I joined the ‘army of the undead’ so to speak, I had the rare opportunity to actually be shot in the gut. There is no comparison.
Doc and I had fought before she left for the Windy City. Sure it ( Read more... ) -
Because I like the idea
Each person who participates chooses one of my characters. Give me a song (and, if possible, a link or MP3 so I can hear it), and I will try to write an LJ entry around it.
Characters available are:
Sunda (Requiem) -
Once More into the Darkness, Sweet Prince.
The logic of seat belts on an airplane always eluded me. I mean, besides stopping you from bouncing all over the place and getting a bloody lip a few moments before becoming a fine red mist in the crash, what purpose do they serve ( Read more... ) -
... I would not exactly call it a debt.
You would think that the very sight of me would make people more ... um ... 'reasonable'; but the opposite seems to be true. There must be something deep in the human the psyche the rails against all things supernatural. It almost seems like their minds keep trying to wake up. For this guy, however, his own personal little nightmare didn't have ( Read more... ) -
End Game
I remember the first time I felt the cold hand of doubt touch my soul like it was yesterday. September 3, 1994. That day will be forever be burned into my mind. To be perfectly fair, she can not take the blame completely, as that was also the day I finally succeeded in taking my own life … and was denied it anyway ( Read more... ) -
Begin the End Game
She was (and still is) breathtaking; her striking green eyes cut though all of my walls and defense mechanisms and carve into the core of my being. Even as I sit here now and write, I can feel her presence, her unconditional love, though she sleeps soundly a state away. We knew each other so well that we could just sit in the same room and be, ( Read more... ) -
... And the Hits Just Keep Coming.
I returned to school, county college though it may have been, in the spring of the next year. I fell right back into my old rhythm. I aced the writing class mandated by the college and moved on to a dual major of History and Computer Science. I had hoped to get my teaching degree. Rather than allowing my run in with Tillsdale jade me, I found ( Read more... ) -
Sweet Payback
I met a breathtaking woman that spring; she was intelligent, beautiful, interesting and she was interested in me. Again, the last was the most important. Her name was Kate Blair … even her name was pleasant. She and I met in February during a horrid snowstorm that had prevented me from returning home that weekend. The power had gone out in my ( Read more... ) -
Enter the Antagonist
I first met Mr. Tilldale that fall. He taught an advanced writing class; a class that I placed into through testing. There was always something that bothered me about him, even from the moment he walked into the classroom that first day. He seemed … well … off. There were times when discussing Dickens or Dante that he would be so caught up in ( Read more... )
