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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 3
Chapter 3 – Comment Uncle Dan looked as if David Bowie had actually fallen back to Earth. Not any less handsome than the original, just a little more grizzled and unshaven, but retained that radiant otherworldly charisma. Apollena remembered only seeing their uncle outside of his pressed tan suit, indigo…
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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 2
Chapter 2 – Company in my Back Their two-day journey began before the sun peered up over the Santiago Mountain Range. At five in the morning, Lane and Apollena left their apartment nestled beside UCI’s main campus and headed north toward Washington. The first leg of their journey would end…
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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 1
“You need to get out,” Lane pleaded as he knocked on the shower door once again. The faucet was going full blast, but that didn’t muffle the soft squeals and occasional moan from making their way audibly into the kitchen. “Luna, please. Becca is gonna be here in ten minutes.…
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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 0
Branches scraped against one another in an eerie nocturnal symphony. Lane was torn by doing what little he had to in order to get some rest and breaking his comfy position under a thick down comforter in the old twin bed. That’s when Lane heard the scream.
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Age Twenty-Three: Here Comes Your Man
Age Twenty-Three: Here Comes Your Man Only forty-eight hours had passed since Lane placed his life before the mercy of the sea and he was already restless. Thursday he’d jumped from his crew’s Jayhawk. Two surfers in distress got pulled out in a riptide off Huntington Beach. Friday he’d only…
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A Little House Cleaning
I wish there was more weekend with my extended weekend. Alas, there is not. Let’s at least be fortunate for a four day work week. For those of you (Is anyone actually reading this?) whoever had to work this Monday, my deepest sympathies. We all need more of a break…
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Murder of a Midnight Magnolia – Chp. 0
Her new family was awfully trusting of an eleven year old girl to single-handedly exorcise thousands of spirits. Maybe she was better off in the institution after all? Robyn felt the lingering doubt and icy fingers of an incorporeal ghoul sink deeper into her shoulder blades.
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Blog slog for February
Social Media is an all consuming void of which I’m hesitant to scream into. I’m relatively happy here in the obscurity of my own website. In this day and age having one’s own website almost feels like being “Off the Grid” as dumb as that sounds. However, I already have…
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Summer Anthology: Chapter 2
Age Twenty-Two: Cotton Mouth Katrina Juno Woods had tied a decent enough knot to keep her kayak from drifting back out into the harbor. With the shallow tide and barely a breeze to contend with, the boat was most likely to stay in place for her brief shore excursion. Her…
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Summer Anthology: Chapter 1
Age Twenty One – Riders on the Storm Lane Guster Woods abhorred music festivals. He loved music. He loved festivals. The idea of enjoying his favorite band outside among nature sounded like the ideal combination of two of his greatest passions. Why then did both of those two things almost…