The Little Boy in the Blue CapI had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel.
Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comfortable from the warmth of the sun shining through the windshield. Plaid shorts held up by suspenders, kept his chubby body from bursting through the shorts themselves as he sat, obviously pleased with himself. Hands still holding the wheel in front of him he wiggled his feet; scuffmarks marked his white shoes. I imagined the little tyke scuffed his
Blood of Queens - PrologueSoft rays of sun light washed over me; caressing my body one final time, before vanishing beyond the horizon. Again, I was surrounded by darkness. The warmth that still lingered on my skin faded. I stood at the edge, rocks crumbling down into the abyss below me, my breath a white fog joining my black curls in dance amongst the wind. Urgent shouts echoed from the forest behind me. I wasn't going back; no force on this mortal Earth could make me. Closing my eyes, I touched gold cross resting just past my clavicle, the warmth of the metal spread through my finger tips. Memories of happiness, laughter, and love. Things would never be the same. I grasped the thought of those memories as tightly as the pendent in my fist, my knuckles turning white. Panicked voices and feet trampled the already rough terrain behind me.
Consider this the very first act of rebellion against the King. Only Heaven's angles can save this world. Lest the fire to purge the land will rise, charring everything in his
The Darkness Inside - PrologueCassidy was thrown to the ground. Blood flowed from her now broken nose. He body ached everywhere from bruises and cuts, a little more of this and she was sure she wouldn't make it to the next day. She could hear him laugh at her pain behind her. Get away, just get away, you need to survive, she thought as she pulled herself weakly across the dirty alley ground. She didn't know who her attacker was yet but she knew he was strong and had a way with his fists, she’d found that out the hard way. She whimpered as she pulled herself away, inch by inch not even bothering to brush away the garbage littering the ground.
He walked with murder in his step and when he stopped he was standing right above Cassidy. His shadow covered Cassidy like a blanket, the outline of his upper body perfectly displayed across the ground. He loomed there just standing over Cassidy, waiting for her to do or say something. She turned herself over so she could see his full body, the street lamp made his body l