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Foreign "Exchange" Student

You’d think that a small town down south would have nothing interesting happening in it…you’re dead wrong. Tommy and I were best friends, had been for years and years, only now things were changing, we were changing.   It was Freshman year at Richmond Valley High and being eighth graders were King of the crop, or so we thought.  First period was swimming, nothing like going through the rest of the day with wet, stringy hair, black eyes from the mascara that wasn’t water proof, and smelling like clorine.  That’ll attract any boy that comes your way. I hurried down the stairs to the locker room I slipped.  Down on my butt I went and slid to the landing.  Laughter from those around me, upperclassmen who started throwing pennies on my head.   So, this is how it’s gonna be, you make a fool out of yourself, not on purpose mind you and you get pennies thrown at you.  Charming. I got up with what little dignity I had left and marched into...

Moon Lit Sonata

Music filled the midnight air Its melodic tones did sway Where bodies twined each other tight In this festive moon lit night. Moving slowly with each beat They seemed to know their plight But didst not dare to speak such words In this festive moon lit night. Clinging as if to say Their last goodbyes away Knowing full well where they should be Waiting for deaths bloody fray. When all at once the music stopped The bodies all stood still And in the distance he did stand His sword made ready on command. A shriek so pitched, so high it hurt The fearful eardrums of our ears And stilled the beating hearts of those He had come to kill. He did not falter his command The blood did splatter by his hand Till all laid dead upon the land Did he complete his ritual rite… In this festive moon lit night.

FRIDAY FRIGHTS: Lady Anne (WARNING: ADULT CONTENT)

Mist from the hillside crept down lazily and blanketed the earth as if it was asleep and dew kissed the tops of those that lay dead.   A celebration had ensued and yet, in the merriment of it all, death found its way…still.                                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lady Anne had put the finishing touches to the well laid plans that were to be the event of the year at Hertfordshire.   Her mother, Countess Katarina had waited long for this day to arrive and now that it had come nothing would stop it. “Phillip!  Phillip!” “You called Madame?”  Bowing slightly in...

Todesplots

In a room darken by nights’ cloak a man sits, Brooding great thoughts of unspeakable horror Where blood drips from the pages and pool at his feet. He weaves his tale so fine So tightly woven are they that those caught within its web die Slowly…         Painfully…              And most assuredly…..                    Complete. Yet he has witnessed himself Grievance acts of horror, pain and death Mutilated bodies whose eyes stare at the heavens Pleading injustices and whose prayers go unanswered They are the souls of which he writes daily. Pitiful images dance in his head Capturing moods of unspeakable dread And yet, deep within…a heart beats. Murmuring sounds of content Thump thump…         Thump thump… Looking up from death plotted pages he sheds sweet tears Which s...

Newsletter started for all Birthright fans!!!

I'm starting up a newsletter called the Rosewood Coven.  It'll be all about Birthright, its characters, updates on the sequel, The Legacy, and author events, freebies...you name it!  So, if this sounds like something you'd like to receive, give me your email and I'll make sure you get on the Rosewood Coven mailing list!