He reminded me of one of those adventure seekers on TV. He hadn’t shaved in a few days at least, and his reddish hair was suffering from intense bed head. His Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts completed the look. I was inclined to ask him if he knew ...
I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream...
I jumped between them holding my hands up in front of me to stop the onslaught. We would all sit down and figure this out as rational adults. We’d been adults for a century at least, and it should not be a problem. It appeared to be a problem.
Your cell phone is on the nightstand. Call me immediately if something changes. I don’t care if you are merely dizzy or if you start seeing pink dragons, do you understand?” I solemnly swear I will call you the second a pink dragon shows up.
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.” “If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.
Death was constant, unprejudiced to age, race, or creed.
Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but he was tearing up. “Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over an...
There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.
Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life.
You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.
What if he can't save me? What if trying destroys us both?
Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.
The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.
I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.
The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.
God will bring into judgment both the righteous and the wicked, for there will be a time for every activity, a time to judge every deed. ~Ecclesiastes 3:17
Living on steam isn't easy.
You can't know how much a mother loves.
You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?
The Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.
