Whatever Remains (Annie)
In unison, they both leapt from the bed and raced toward the viewing room situated at the back of the funeral home. Horace silently cursed himself for not getting to the point sooner with Anne. He knew that once they reached the room, all hell would break loose. But considering the sounds of yelling and scuffling, it sounded like it already had.
Whatever Remains (Bad Timing)
“Good. Well then, looks like we have a few hours before they wake. You hungry? I’m starved.”
As Horace headed out to the kitchen, he switched on the radio. As the dulcet tones of Bing Crosby crooned across the room, Horace suddenly turned and looked at Tom concerned.
“You aren’t, uhm, having any cravings are you?”
Tom could only stare in wonderment at his friend. What the hell is he getting at now?
Whatever Remains (The First)
He raised his arms slowly until they felt resistance. Feeling the solidness of the wood he wondered if he had the strength, physically and emotionally to push against it and free himself.
A relieved sigh echoed about the coffin as the lid slowly rose and shed light on Tom’s worst nightmare.
Salvation’s Curse (Mind’s Eye)
I should’ve been happy that I now looked ‘normal’. But all I saw was an angry stranger. Even though her lips didn’t move, I could hear her clearly in my head telling me that no matter what I did, I was still a freak.
It was merely another way to lie, to hide what I really was. I know now that my parents meant well, but at the time, all I could think of was how ashamed they must be if they would go to such lengths to make me look like everyone else.
But I wasn’t like everyone else. And deep down, I knew I never would be.
Feral Intensity: Prologue
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series, Book One. Word Count: 595
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Three years ago…
I gave out a yelp of pain as his fist smashed into my face. Dude packed a decent punch, I had to say. I dropped, since that was probably what he meant the punch to cause. I caught another thump on the temple as I went down. Not quite enough to daze me, but I let him think it did. Man, I thought to myself as he yanked my arms behind my back and cuffed me, Maureen’s going to be pissed at me in the morning.
Salvation’s Curse (Letting Go)
My mother was dead, her body just hadn’t been able to leave with her soul. The woman who told me stories every night, who baked me brownies when I had a hard day at school, who always told me how special I was regardless of how much I believed otherwise was gone, leaving behind a body kept alive through technology and a man’s inability to accept inevitability.
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