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Falling Feathers Chapter 18
Chapter 18: One of Us
Hace sat calmly in the crisp morning air turning his face to the sky and watching for bird that might fly overhead or simply staring at the top branches of gnarled trees that swayed slightly in the chilly winds. Hace exhaled softly and drew his arms up around himself to try and keep warm while catching movement out of the corner of his left eye and turning to see a small field mouse stop to look at him before darting away.
Hace smiled as he watched it scurry across the ground, kicking up little bits of dust as it went. Occasionally it would stop with ears up and eyes fixated on him, but then it would return to jumping around with its tail in the air. After a few minutes of watching it dart about aimlessly he raised his hand to his face and began trying to change it into a weapon with no success. He tried to think like Crovix and imagine what her soul wavelength would be like if she were here at that moment. Suddenly someone reached over his sh
Falling Feathers Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen: Saving a Witch
"Quiet!" Helena whispered sharply to Karsh.
"I'm not saying anything!" Karsh sputtered.
"What's wrong with you?!"
"Hey! Stop it!" Sterling snapped looking over his shoulder at the two and crouching low in the bushes near where the witches convened. Hace had to be in there somewhere, and although it was just about the largest structure he had ever seen he was positive he'd find his idiot brother.
Getting to his feet Sterling flipped his hood up and trotted in the darkness to the side of the building, where he hesitated before looking up the stone wall where a large window was lighting up with different shades of blue as bolts of magic shot past the glass. The teen turned his head sideways and raised both his eyebrows; the window wasn't too far above him, perhaps four or five feet and definitely somewhere he could climb to. He took hold of the bricks that made up the building and climbed about a foot before the air filled wi
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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