I just had another full day at work, and I’m not mad about it, but it’s…brain drain and back drain.I can’t focus and my back hurts from sitting in one position for too long, which means I *really* can’t focus. For the sake of honesty, I will likely be a mess tomorrow night too. I […]
Another busy day at the museum, and on top of it, I have a nasty cough. I’m not sick, it’s me acclimating to the desert winter. Last year, was super wet for around here, and I had no problems. This year is a more typical year and I am so dry that my body is […]
Of course, my first day back to writing and I swamped by outside forces. My job is fun and I adore it, but it’s also slow. However, today, of course, I had a ton of running around to do, followed by inventory, and month end reports, etc, etc. And I have stuff to do tonight, […]
This was, originally, a writing blog. By which I mean, to train myself to write, to practice and practice and practice, and frankly, just to talk about my work, I had a daily ritual of writing a blog post. It traveled from Tumblr to here, and I did it for years. Just something every day.And […]
This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick something from the index.*** The badly lit hotel room was dirty. Not in the well-used and loved sense, but in the Chelsea-very-much-didn’t-want-to-take-off-her-shoes sense. She sighed and pulled her feet onto the bed. The […]
Twilight brought twinkling lights and absurdly suggestive slogans at the roadside attraction. The place was famous for its risque name, and fudge, and lived up to the touristy promise of the billboards. All of of four stores and bawdy signage; the sheer over-the-top nature of the “town” overloaded Chelsea’s sense of maturity and she giggled as she contemplated buying a t-shirt.
All annoyance fled as she looked into deep brown eyes under unruly dark curls. “Morgan!” She flung herself at her former hunting partner. “I thought you were out of town.”
Morgan squeezed her back. “I was. Just got in.”
“Like we said back at the bar, winged, flying spiders. Guess we forgot to mention the barbs that shoot a paralyzing agent that can stop your heart. And there’s at least five of them down there.” He rolled his eyes and snorted. “Some idiot wanted ‘real fairies’ for his daughter.”
“That’s so… stupid.”
“And yet, it happens every few months.”
He sipped on his coffee. “Where you off to?”
“Not sure yet, but I need wide open spaces. Might be headed back to South Dakota.”
“And Amber?”
She forced back the tears. “She has my number, and she’s hunting again. I’m more likely to find her on the road than stuck here.”
“Stuck?” A single eyebrow raised at her.
“I hate this city. Always have.”
Andy looked between them. “You got a hunt without me?”
Amber shrugged. “I heard something at that shithole restaurant. I just didn’t act on it. Figured we could do some recon. See if there’s any there there.”
Words That Burn Like Fire 