“Goodness knows, the wicked’s lives are lonely ( Read more... )

In all things being cyclical, my life has once again come around to a point of momentary lull in all things. I’ve come to expect the break, but it still leaves me feeling restless and uninspired. There isn’t much to do, aside from keep up with my paces and wait ( Read more... )

Sunday morning the alarm woke me up at 6:30 and I dutifully shut it off. Easter or no Easter, I was tired. My mom roused me again at 7:00 and I stumbled into the shower, got dressed in the normal black suit, this time with gray shirt and another diamond pattern tie I picked up before going to New York ( Read more... )

It was a bright Friday. The sun dappled Carlisle in a mix of light and shade, the azure sky stretched out far beyond the horizon, and the sky was mottled by tufts of white. It was too cold to really be spring and I found myself enjoying the scene from the back deck, half invested in a Robert Parker novel, half considering the latest developments in ( Read more... )

The next morning I woke up and showered, packed up my belongings and got dressed. Admittedly, I felt like shit, but I didn't want to bring others down with me ( Read more... )

We left Carlisle on Wednesday morning around eight. There was a two hour delay and the school was deserted as a ghost town. Gray skies and a faint hint of snowfall presaged our departure, I should have taken it as an omen, a sign, a harbinger, something. Instead, I wrote it off and got to the business of enjoying my vacation ( Read more... )

In my mind, Saint Patrick's Day is not the day celebrating the patron saint of snake removal, instead it is a dire reminder of one of the most critical periods in my development. There was a time in my life when I was nearly destroyed, almost pulled under by the undertow, drowning in my own sorrow and distress. There are dark ages in all of our ( Read more... )

Ryan Lassiter calls Libby Douglass to his office at Lassiter, Inc. Headquarters. He wants her to find out what happened to his sister, Lindsay Lassiter, former president of Lassiter, Inc. Lindsay is missing, her apartment ransacked, and sufficient blood and brain tissue found at the scene that police have officially listed her as dead. Ryan wants ( Read more... )

Mock Trial regional results are in and Carlisle is the victor. Despite the other team, who were lacking in their argument and style, but made up for the deficiency with asinine adherence to abstract rules. They tried to object too much and the judge was in a mood to overrule, so it turned out okay. Sam's testimony was great, she got browbeaten by ( Read more... )

This is a soap opera based on my physics class and surrounding characters. I loosely transferred some abstract ideas into the realm of fiction. I tried this once before, but it fell apart. Now it'll be a serial that pops up whenever I'm feeling bored. Here's the prologue that sets the stage for the first part ( Read more... )