Lily gazed out the window of carriage. She had rarely been outside the Manor, so everything seemed new, even the flowers on the side of the road. Earnest was very boring. He had barely talked to her the whole carriage ride.
Matthew Bennet sat at the far corner of a bar, nursing a neat whiskey which had been in front of him for the better part of an hour. His eyes traced the rim of the glass, but his mind was elsewhere, calculating. Always calculating.
Delicate and soft, the most beautiful poppy flower stands before me. Gently swaying in the breeze, her tender face gleaming up toward the sun.
Jackie O’lantern and Calavera “Cala” Haunts lived on the same street. But you never knew two more different witches. For Jackie was good, always hanging out candy and casting good luck spells.
Once upon a time, in the early 19th century, there lived a young man named Tim who was known for his wild imagination and love for creating new inventions.
Lily stood stock still in the parlor. Today was choosing day so all the Head Workers were there, studying the wards.
The sound of Wednesday rush hour traffic stumbled into Theo's haphazard apartment. It was a rough experience from all the senses: sight, hearing, smell, and even taste.
Briefing Room, 8:49 AM, 41st Precinct
And then.. And then what he said tapping his pencil on his chin. He was almost done with the story, but just couldn’t figure out how to end it. It could’ve been a happy ending? A mysterious ending? Or maybe just a cliffhanger?
The Witching Hour (short story)
Lily stared at the other wards at the table. It was strange to think that she would never see them again. Well, she would, but it wouldn’t be the same.
The Line is not what you would call “beautiful,” hence the name. On the inside, merely the opposite. On the outside? It is the eye sore of the world.