Reading books has always been my escape & that's greatly influenced my own writing styles. Fantasy, Horror, Mystery, Thriller - taking folk or fairy tales & twisting them inside out, dangerous romance - I love to write. You've been warned.
- Top Story - August 2022
The Value of Her SurpriseTop Story - August 2022
Gabriel had sensed it long before he had even reached the front door. It was likely because it was a beautiful fall day and he was driving home with the convertible's top down. At first, he simply assumed he was just smelling the remnants of her on the leather seats, like a warm memory. He was excited to have a three-day weekend ahead with the love of his life. But then that scent grew stronger until he was pushing the buttons of the neighborhood gate code, and like a predator sensing for another predator through the winds, he inhaled deeply. The scent was unmistakable; his hands clenched tight around the steering wheel.
At the End
It had been the Apocolypse of all apocalypses… apocolypsi? He made a note to ask them once he arrived. He wondered how this would happen, would they fight him? Try to send him down? Pull him up? A grin crossed his face briefly before it resumed a frowning focus. Climbing through the rubble was no easy feat, and as he finally neared the top and saw the two women playing chess he let out a heaving sigh of relief. They seemed to take note of him as well, looking up from their game to glance his way. In mirrored movements they regarded the man panting and clambering up towards them, covered in dirt and sweat. The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with dirty blond hair just long enough to brush against his long lashes as warm brown eyes looked up at the women. Finally, he reached the peak and hoisted himself to a full stand, placing hands on his hips and arching back for a few deep breaths. The man coughed and wheezed, beginning to brush the dirt from his clothing.