Every day is a lesson, and every person is a blessing.”
Chelsea found a smile. “That’s a nice thought.”
“It’s a way to survive.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “When you have nothing and no one, you have to find your lessons and blessings, every day.”
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.
The patch of dirt that served as a parking lot had no lights, and the sounds of lapping water came from the dark. Chelsea popped her trunk and deposited her finger overcoat. Water monsters and suede did not mix. As Morgan grabbed the light and generator, Chelsea stretched and readied herself.
Morgan eyed her. “Why are you bait again?”
“Just used to it at this point.”
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 […]
Keegan snipped the lock on the gate and Chelsea and Jackson slipped through the playground, quick and silent. As Jackson broke the window near the back doors, Keegan started the countdown on his phone, the beeps cold and mechanical in the dark. They had to be in and out before the police.
Words That Burn Like Fire 