Category: Writing
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 3 – 3,659 words
([A/N}: This chapter is kind of the “bridge” between the first and second halves of this story, which is an okay excuse for why the tone is absolutely everywhere. For my first real romance story, I’m honestly surprised at how well this is going. Thank you for reading this far!) i. For the first time…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 2 – 2,906 words
i. As it turned out, seeing Lenore every night wasn’t assured. Vince couldn’t find her at the library for three days after their talk in the staff room. He had been about to write her off as being bored of him when she reappeared the fourth night and came to him with coffee like nothing…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 1 – 2,823 words
({A/N}: Moonlighting is a tab that contains all of my disconnected romance stories. They can be read in any order.) i. Vince didn’t even see her the first time he met her. Someone had shoved his shoulder and he jolted awake, staring around blearily at his surroundings. Northmoor University’s library was shrouded in darkness and…
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Playing for Keeps – 1,044 words
“Why did you come?” “You didn’t pick up the phone. I couldn’t just sit there.” Not even a whole minute earlier, Brian had answered the door to his apartment to Rachel, who had thrown her arms around him without a word. He just held her in the dark, tiny room that he called a living…
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Mercury Poisoning – 2,494 words
Safa Kouri was the first one into the site, as always. The rest of the team held the rope that was secured firmly into her harness and slowly lowered her through the dusty, narrow pit in the rock. The brilliance of the sun on the desert became a distant memory in the darkness of the…
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Bloodletter – 6,277 words
({A/N}: This is a rough draft that captures a part of a larger world that I had intended to write a multi-chapter story about, but it didn’t quite pan out. This story gives an introduction to a couple characters while featuring the magic of Bloodletting most prominently. If I end up writing three or four…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 6 – Sunset – 6,693 words
When Semt opened his eyes the next morning, back aching from the tight, cheap cot, he barely had time to shake off the grogginess before Dae kissed him. Morning breath or not, her kisses were like coming home and he relaxed into it. She laid back down beside him, head on his chest. “I love…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 5 – Vessels – 5,296 words
It was the Well in his chest that woke him up. Semt’s eyes opened to the darkness of one of the Graveyard’s barracks. Dae was curled around him, her legs intertwined with his own, her head on his chest. Beneath the threadbare blankets, the warm press of her body was welcome. Asleep, the previous day’s…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 4 – The Graveyard – 3,496 words
You could smell and hear the base camp before you could see it. Campfire smoke and food drifted on the wind with the sounds of people and work. They climbed the final hill before the camp, seeing the smoke rise in the horizon. A melody of distant music reached them as they crested the hill.…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 3 – Mortals – 4,716 words
Semt came awake with a gasp to complete darkness. He gulped for air, like he had been completely empty moments before. Icy cold pain enveloped him and he shivered violently under its force. He had never been this cold before, this starved for air. His body felt overwhelmed, every movement sending painful aches through his…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 2 – Convalescence – 3,677 words
The demons hadn’t made it past them, but it wasn’t really correct to call the battle a victory. Their lines were ravaged, more dead on the ground than those standing. They would get back up, but it could take days to heal from some of their injuries. It left them vulnerable, and those who experienced…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 1 – Breach – 5,150 words
Semt slipped back into his uniform, redoing buttons and fastening clasps. He breathed in the forest air, lifting his face with closed eyes to feel the few rays of sunlight that made it through the leaves. It was important to stop for things like this, he had learned. Sometimes you just had to slow down.…
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