That day in group I read my vampire story. He was a power creature. A beautiful creature. Mysterious and dark. He was a tragic beast who hurt those around him and brought despair, and I knew him miserable. So I killed him. In the story, this powerful vampire climbs to the roof of the building… Continue reading Lost
Category: Teardrop Road
Lost Confessions: Sacred
You have to understand Shadow was a monster. When we found him he was diagnosed as a sociopath. He was a dangerous person to know. And it was so much worse when he was in high school. Back then, he was hurting everyone he came into contact with. So few people were safe from him.… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Sacred
Home
Aimes was reading. Her piece was about heartbreak and pain. It was about loss, and the way a girl could be thrown away and forgotten. Aimes was probably my best friend. We had been friends since the first day of seventh grade, when she came to the bus after school, shell-shocked and dazed. We had… Continue reading Home
Lost Confessions: Rising Winds
There is something happening in my head and I have to write. I have a lot of work to do, so I might be doing that, but that is grunt work. Run on sentences and passive voice weeding. Collapse this character. Change this point of view. But our fucking minds are flaming and the surrounding… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Rising Winds
Unbridled
“Fuck the intercom,” Brett read. He had needed something to read at Group. This was what he had come up with. “Fuck the fucking intercom.” It used to interrupt us with announcements all the time in the middle of a reading. “Fuck the fucking, fucking intercom.” Mrs. Bronte erupted. “This is not appropriate for this… Continue reading Unbridled
Lost Confessions
I was talking to Bekah about my blog the other day. We were talking about the posts I still needed to write to fill this year’s series, and an image came to me as if from a flash of light illuminating a storming night. “I have an old blog somewhere,” I said. “What did you… Continue reading Lost Confessions
Truth
Guardian was always there. He had been created for a purpose, crafted with one goal in mind. In his desperation to keep his cherished daughter safe from harm, my father had trained the ultimate protector, the bodyguard for the one thing he loved. All of his existence, Guardian had spent watching for danger for this… Continue reading Truth
