In Your Dreams By T.S. Lowe 1 His Lamborghini’s seat conformed to my body as though it were made for it, as a billion dollar car’s seat would. The contours of the interior were lost on me, however, as my attention was too the man sliding into the driver’s seat next to me. … Continue reading In Your Dreams
Bite deep to my bones and take breath to tell what taste I possess. Lick wide to gather all the touch so I can be velveteen. Then clutch me hard and desperate, with sight thrown back to fully smell my afterimage: A flash of red and solo.
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I'm still not sure on the title, but it comes! The next book! Just have to do one more once over to make sure nothing lame is leftover...at least, as much as I can. My next book up to be released features a teen programmer who, after getting kicked out by her step-dad, moves in … Continue reading Sneak Peak! “Don’t Look Close”
"There was once a man named Tall Stone who fell in love with the daughter of the Sun. He never beheld her face or form, for no man can look directly into the Sun, but he could see the work of her hands. She was the soft touch of morning light that spread open flowers … Continue reading Chapter 5: The Man in Love with the Sun
By late that evening, no one had heard any crying, so we were hopeful that the exorcisms had worked. As Takigawa said, it was always nice to have a case that actually was as straightforward as it appeared. I was just happy that after an hour or so by the fire with my head in … Continue reading Chapter 4: Kuman Thong
He didn't come back until night. By the time he stumbled in, his ribs were burning up a storm and blood had seeped to his shirt. Since they were use to him vanishing, no one had waited up for him. He would have been disturbed if they had. The bathroom light hurt. Streetlights had been … Continue reading Chapter 4: Pre-Owned
His mother's red dress is two sizes too big for me. I wear it anyways, flattered to wear that which was left behind; once well beloved but forgotten, but I cannot sew. And I find I am too fond to put it off: my husband's mother's red dress.
The fire crackled behind the Princess of Hyrule. Flour caked her hands and dusted up to her elbows as she fingered pastry dough into shape. Standing next to her with an air of uncertainty was the plump woman of a cook, who chopped various vegetables for dinner while watching her. A lone scullery maid scrubbed … Continue reading Chapter 4: Wings of Freedom
After the exorcism, Naru had the three of us search the house for anything that could have been a vessel of sorts for spirits. At one point Takigawa found a pull down ladder to the attic, and since Ayako hated dust and spiders like the plague and Takigawa was uncertain the decayed wooden rungs of … Continue reading Chapter 3: Stillborn