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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 6
Chapter 6 – The Late Grates The hike back from the staff parking lot would only take Lane and Apollena about fifteen minutes if they ran at a full speed. Easier said than done for Luna at present. It turned out that the left fork in the road at the…
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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 5
Chapter 5 – Spiders She tasted like desperation and electricity. There was a feral urgency to the stranger’s kisses and searching hands as she continued to grasp Lane tighter. For someone who appeared inches away from death a moment ago, the girl had suddenly sprung to life with strength to…
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Witch of the Wild Woods – Chp. 4
Chapter 4 – Ashes of American Flags They were deep in the trees now. Two hours into the wilderness that ran alongside the river, Highway 503 turned into evermore of a lonesome road on that last stretch toward Spirit Lake. Nearly a hundred miles of dense, scenic woods toward one…
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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.