Broken Words: Chapter 4
**Chapter 4** Francis collapsed onto the bed, his breathing labored as Jayden walked in with a half frozen water bottle in his hand. Presenting it to the bear like a present, Francis accepted it gratefully unable to say anything in between his...
Broken Words: Chapter 3
**Chapter 3** It was a week later, at least. Jayden wasn't exactly sure because he hadn't had a moment alone in a week, at least. Francis had stayed over every day, and they hadn't left the house, with the one exception being when...
Broken Words: Chapter 2
**Chapter 2** Snapping his eyes open, Jayden felt like he was being tugged out of a pleasant dream and thrown into fiery hell. Blinking blearily, the light took shape and he saw it was only the morning flooding into his room. He didn't...
Broken Words: Chapter 1
Dear Francis, One day in the shower, I got to thinking; how could I possibly sum up everything we had in a hundred pages or less? It was probably one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do, but the saddest part was that, by the end of...
Deadly Prayer - Nathan's House
**Deadly Prayer** - _Nathan's House_ People die. Everyone does it, eventually. And, everyone already knows that someday death will come to them, because we're lucky. We were granted the ability the think about the future; what we want from it,...
World of Two: Love Me, Please
[This is a collection of short stories; there won't be continuations of individual stories, but there will be other...
Cold-Hearted: Part 10
**Part 10** I raced back home, not hitting a single red light or meeting another car on the empty side streets, and as I parked the car, I saw the living room was still alive with a flickering light. Mrs. Webb's television was on just as...
Cold-Hearted: Part 9
**Part 9** I waited at the table until I was sure that she had finally gotten into her car and left, which was thankfully enough time to calm me enough so I didn't throw my chair across the room. Walking through the restaurant doors...
Cold-Hearted: Part 8
**Part 8** Pulling up to the front of the store, I saw Brian jogging down the steps, his eyes on his feet to make sure he didn't slip on the creeping layers of ice. Rolling down the window slowly, I looked out at him and our eyes caught...
Cold-Hearted: Part 7
**Part 7** The night passed a lot quicker than I was used to, and I woke to the earsplitting chirp of the alarm clock. Looking around groggily, I swatted at it and stopped the painfully loud shriek before it gave me a headache. The...
Cold-Hearted: Part 6
**Part 6** As I walked with a determined pace across the snow covered sidewalks, I thought of what I'd say to Brian, just so I could ignore the mind numbing cold. I didn't know what I was going to say to him, because none of the words...
Cold-Hearted: Part 5
**Part 5** Pulling the door open, he stood there quietly with his hands laced in front of his stomach, a small plastic bag dangling from them. It looked liked it held some clothes. I didn't know why he hadn't moved all his clothes...