|Charleston SC Marina|
CharityThe thing is, I think people expected it all to go away. Every decent emotion, every good impulse. But it didn’t. It actually got stronger.Charity by Chimera64
When it’s down to the wire, when it’s only a few of you left and you’re running for your lives, you feel pretty damn good about the person watching your back. Good enough to maybe give them a sip of the water you spent God knows how long boiling. Good enough to share the peanut butter you've been hoarding and happy as hell that they've been hoarding bread.
I raise the sandwich in a half salute at Tom as he walks by on patrol. “Hungry?” I ask through a mouthful made way too thick by a lack of anything to drink.
“Fuck off.” Tom grins as he says it. “You know I can’t eat right now.”
“Oh come on, who’s gonna know?” I wave the stale bread and wriggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah and this is the part where I give in to temptation, take a bite, and zombies come ra
Dead RingerWhen they shook hands, the first things John noticed about Gregory Treb were his fingers. “Piano-playing fingers,” his old woman would have said. They were long and lean- the kind more suited to detail work than heavy lifting. It wasn't a trait John had expected in a bellfounder.Dead Ringer by dragoeniex
He was sure Mr. Treb would disagree with this idea- just like he disagreed with everything John had said.
“That bell is a masterpiece.” The man flung his arm toward the stone chapel behind them. “You have no idea how many days went into making it. And now you're demanding a replacement?”
John sighed. “As town foreman, it's my job to make sure everything is working like it should. It's a nice bell, sure- rings real pretty. But it's a weak one.”
Treb's frown deepened. “You ordered a bell for services. Something like that needs to be soothing and sweet. Especially here!” He looked askance at the structure, then at the graveyard stretching behind it.
I'm trying to write a book or three or four. It's a little out of hand at the moment. I also actually do get paid (a pittance) for writing for Textbroker and Elance so I bumped myself up to professional. Gotta stay positive right?|
Personal Quote: If you say you have no regrets you're either lying or you've never lived.