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Bar Keep

Tale from the old west.

The cattle drive was over and the men had drawn their pay – was time to lose those weeks of blues and to find a place to stay. They wandered past an old saloon built of wood and rusted tin – a place where scamps and saddle tramps came to gamble, drink and...

The Therian-Chapter Ten

"No, he's an Alpha, not a president. Besides, I have a feeling he'd happily make time for you."

Two days had gone by. In a matter of hours, the third day would be gone. She blinked in surprise as she double checked her cell phone. She wasn't even aware that much time had gone by. She'd spent the entire time curled up in a ball of tears and self-pity...

The Therian-Chapter Eight

I shall tell you the story of the origin of the werewolves. The Lupus Antiqua.

It was night out, and hard to see where they were going. All she knew for sure was that she was driven on and on through the forest by the barrel of her father's rifle and the fanatical gleam in his eye.  As best she could tell, he was about halfway to th...

The Therian-Chapter Seven

"Guns are not for little girls. Hand it over."

Being in the cabin with her father, after experiencing what she had felt like being locked in a room with a murderer. There was no proof and she wanted to believe the best in her father. She watched him as he watched TV, his face blank of any emotions.  T...

The Therian-Chapter Six

"Very well. It was a test." "A test of what, my ability to handle a B and E?"

She walked towards the living room and paused next to the healer witch who'd helped them. The woman was watching Klaus and who she assumed was Damien as they visited with Natasha. The little girl was staring up at Damien adoringly. It was clear she loved...

The Therian-Chapter Five

Lily sighed and gave up. She didn't want to push the woman. After all, she was a witch.

She leaned against the doorframe and watched her father's truck disappear down the dirt road, throwing up dust behind it. Where was it he went all the time? She'd worked up the courage to ask him just yesterday and he'd told her he had a job with a local...

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Mercenary meet the parents

Mercenary meet the parents

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The Lips of Infinity

Because love lifts you up to the lips of infinity ...

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A rude awakening

Todd awoke on his back in a puddle of beer and broken glass with his ears ringing and his vision blurred. He laid still, watched the ceiling fan spin lazily without seeing it, and thought about nothing. A few seconds passed and he sat up. He closed his ey...

The Therian: Chapter Four: Abel

"Welcome to the apocalypse. Ain't she pretty?"-Jess Brady

He stalked through the forest, eyes missing nothing. He'd been hunting for most of his life, stalking the beasts who stalked the world. How little everyone knew. How blind humanity was! Abel stopped believing in God a long time ago. All he believed in now...

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To Own the Wind

They own you, the masters of whispers, always listening. How can you hide from the wind?

I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. The rubber gripped the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were new. The car was new. The mailbox was rusted and tarnished.      It was Sunday, I...