The loud banging on the door woke Mika straight away. He couldn’t slip out of bed immediately, because Seeon was presently nuzzled into his side, holding him tightly in his sleep. A smile broke across his face until the loud knocking at the door forced him to rise.
“Seeon, wake up.” Gently, Mika moved the long dark hair from Seeon’s face. He leaned in and kissed Seeon’s cheek and then spoke a little louder. “Seeon, we have company.”
Seeon opened his eyes and was
“If you ever threaten him again, I’ll kill you.” Lisa stood angrily between Nick and her younger brother, George, who lay bleeding on the floor. Her own nails were bloody from where she dug them into Nick’s arm to stop him from going after George again.
“He ain’t worth it.” Nick lowered his fists and looked at Lisa with disgust. Blood dripped off the scratches on his arms and his knuckles were already beginning to swell.
“Sure, you say that after you punched him the face. He is six years young
Honestly I had never planned to come back to this. It was a Halloween tale and it was done. Then out of nowhere I found myself writing another story about Tom. He just seemed to come back and say, here, I have a story to tell you. Glad you liked it.
Really was more showing how his visions get him into trouble but might also be helping people around him. Just seems to be part of his calling as a Seer.
Yeah this first chapter is a bit of blood feast but it was fun. It was just supposed to be a Halloween story like I do every year, but seems the character had more to say yet.
I sat in the corner of my couch, breathing in the heavenly aroma of my morning coffee and waiting for the phone to ring. I could almost count it down in my head, in five, in four, in three, in two, in … Ring.
“Calm down Tabby. Your veil is in the bottom of the bag, under the wedding dress.”
I could see the look she was giving me in my mind. God, Tabitha was so like our mother sometimes, and I knew her too well. The damn visions only helped to make it clearer to
You had a lot going on in this story and I enjoyed it. I am a sucker for anyone who has a dog and keeps them close. Oli and Ruff were truly sweet. You feel for poor Boris whose life hasn't been an easy one. You root for both of them. Oliver's father leaves a lot to be desired. I find very little redeeming in him, and while he might have tried to bridge the space with the bed and keeping his son's first drawing, it seems so small against all the pain he inflicted on his son growing up. Andrea, his mother, should be up for sainthood.
It was a truly interesting story and new take on werewolves for me. Nicely done Sasha.
Seeon's father wants the technology that the rest of the world enjoys. He lives in a mostly isolated part of the country but when he sees what the rest of the world has, he wants it, whether he is ready for that or not.
Just felt I haven't said much in a while. Time for a bit of an update.
I have been dealing with dad. He isn't fully recovered and I guess this is my new reality with him. Life isn't exactly as it was, but at least it isn't as bad as it could be. He is about 90% back to normal. Balance is slightly off and he has mood swings. Part of what he is like now.
My own health is all over the place. The doctor wants me to go for some tests. Not sure for what now but always not a good sign.
I'm writing and grinding out work lately. Nearly done with Jonas after what feels like forever. Have one and half chapters of the end of Seeon done. Just trying to find a beta for that one. Wish me luck.
Otherwise life goes on. I am happy to see spring arrive. I am trying to keep up with the prompts and offer people something new.
On my friend watch there are some painful things going on. One friend basically lost his job and is now in danger of losing his home. Another has lost a close friend and is still reeling from it. A third is becoming a father, is facing a lot of turmoil, and is afraid he isn't a good person. I wish I could help them all but all I can do is listen and be there for them if they need an ear. That isn't always easy. I like to help out, but not in a position where I really can.
Not much else I can say. For the rest I hope your spring is a peaceful and good one.