Jack’s Story, Part 1
Chelsea rushed through her shower. She could barely bother to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, or care about getting the smell of the lake off her skin. Morgan had information on Amber.
Chelsea rushed through her shower. She could barely bother to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, or care about getting the smell of the lake off her skin. Morgan had information on Amber.
This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick any story from the index. ***The Seattle haunt was exactly as Chelsea remembered. The failing restaurant with its old booths and beat up menus. The same tatty velvet rope blocked non-hunters from heading […]
Work was unbearable today. The air conditioner went out and we’re in the middle of a heat wave. Once again, I work in a museum. Hundreds of lights are on when we’re open. The repair said he’d be over right away, but that just didn’t happen. So I was hot and just kind of wilty […]
“My sister comes back tomorrow.”
Chelsea ignored the statement and sipped her coffee. The table held scraps of donuts from the local bakery, but nothing cooked. They’d all been sleeping since they’ gotten back from killing the kindermord.
Keegan settled in the chair beside her, casting a look at Jackson, begging for help. Jack smiled, warm and broad, and seemingly devoid of any thoughts whatsoever.
Keegan opened his mouth, and then sighed.
With the holiday coming up, my museum is swamped.Then I get home and it’s time to put in a few hours on my kitchen renovations.I’m tired, kids. But it’s a good kind of tired. Still writing a little every day, and come this fall when it cools off, my writing space will be properly appointed. […]
It’s what I’ve been doing lately. So much reading. Not even in my genre, just inhaling words like I’m being bullied in middle school again. I am writing, just in very small doses. I may have gotten my writing area together but it doesn’t matter when I’m tearing my kitchen apart. Yes, middle of a […]
Alrighty, I’m finally ready to talk about why I took my latest break: My dog bit me. Now, let’s add a little context to this. I adopted a 80+ pound, abused animal three years back. I have worked him through his fear of walking in the rain and getting in cars. I have sat with […]
I’m just going to leave it at that. Some stuff has gone down and life sucks right now. Thankfully not my back, but honestly, I’d rather deal with that. Anyway. That said, I’m going to be okay. I have to work through some stuff. Really hard stuff, and I know that while I’m doing that, […]
And it’s only going to get rougher. We have a big event next month and I’m cleaning. And yeah, it’s very rough on my back. Now the good news is that I’m only doing manual labor for one hour in the morning. The bad news is that that one hour wipes me out for the […]
It’s still cold here, and lately rainy. While I’m happy my seasonal depression didn’t hit until mid-March, it would be more of a relief if spring would just GET HERE. I moved to the sunshine belt for a fucking reason. Anyway, while I haven’t been writing as much as I would like, I have been […]