August 2012 – Our Write Side

It was a gorgeous summer day at the pool. He had curly blonde hair, a decent body, and was a year old than me. He lived in my grandfather’s condominium complex, and swam like a competitor. We played Marco Polo that day, challenged each other in holding our breaths underwater, and in who could swim…

Read more »

This picks up immediately after The Escape. Too quickly, Viola found that her kidnapping was far from an illusion as the air pirates tied her securely to the bow of their ship. They bound the ropes so tightly around her body, the only thing she could move was her head. At least she knew they…

Read more »

This picks up where Somewhere in Time left off. He emerged from the underground subway squinting. The sudden brightness of daylight blinded him, even with the cloud coverage. He dipped between two buildings and waited for his eyes to adjust. Though it only took a moment, he was unprepared for what awaited him. He stood…

Read more »

“Crap. Come on, Martin! Answer your phone!” Kate pleaded. It rang three times before it switched to voice mail. Her anger rose. He’d avoided her calls all day. If she were going to meet Valerie, someone would have to keep Malcolm. If she didn’t meet Valerie, she may lose the chance of finding out what…

Read more »

This picks up where The Job left off. You can find more of this story here. “You see that man in that flyer?” She nodded. “I want you to kill him.” “And what if I don’t want to?” Viola answered, finding some unexpected strength. She started to rise from the table, but Nieve planted a…

Read more »

  “Don’t be alarmed,” Nieve said. “When you’ve showered and changed, you will feel much more like yourself.” She was right. Viola did feel better after a hot shower, though the warm cascade of water did nothing to revive her memory. She didn’t understand why she felt different when she took the black cloth from…

Read more »

This immediately follows Amnesia. Before she could ask any questions, Father Lee waved his wrist and the scenery changed. They were inside a small house she didn’t recognize. He held his fingers over her lips, making a shushing sound, as Nieve appeared in front of them. “Take her to change, then show her her orders,”…

Read more »

This follows immediately after Lost and Found. He stretched his hand out in offering to help Viola up. Though she felt repulsed by its clamminess, she accepted it, drawing on its strength to gain her footing. She began to stumble, her legs weakening beneath her, and felt relief wash over her when he caught her….

Read more »

I strolled into the kitchen, and who did I find?! That harlot brazenly sitting at the table! “I thought I told you never to come here.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them. She rolled her heavily lined green eyes skyward, and a soft sigh escaped from between her sultry crimson…

Read more »

“You do not belong here,” she said, her voice warm yet menacing as it carried through the air. Darien stopped walking and looked for the source of the voice. The trees seemed clustered together, as if to pin him in. “You do not belong here,” she repeated. The trees shifted again, pressing closer together. Darien…

Read more »