A group of happy young Army boys waylaid Neveah when she and Mike emerged from the private lounge. Tank was a little perturbed by that. He wanted to fish for more intell on the Peaceful, but there was still time. He kept an eye on the stripper and bidded his time until his second and the Peaceful returned. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Five”
Sometimes life doesn’t work out that way
No matter how much you have to say
It’s runs its own course and it takes you along
Makes you wonder, like any good song,
Where the love in your life is going to shine,
Where the pain in your heart will become mine.
I made a quick detour by Lydia’s window and traded my ones for larger bills. She ran the stack through her counting machine and gave me a mixed cash out of fives, tens and twenties. If the night continued as it had started I’d still be back again and told Lydia so. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Four”
Brawn held out his seat for Neveah and trailed his fingers up her arm. Tank noted how his second’s gaze lingered on the goosebumps his touch raised on her chest. Shame about her being a stripper and all. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Three”
Margret cried on the side of the playground. Margret always cried on the side of the playground. She hid it well, but there was an air to the crybabies that made them such delicious prey. Lizzie and her friends watched Margret out of the corners of their eyes, waiting. Lately, the teachers monitoring recess had begun to watch out for Margret, as if they sensed how vulnerable she was, but they couldn’t watch out for her all the time. Continue reading “Sand”
I don’t think that Ladies Night is a typical strip club. For one, it’s the only one I worked at, and the women I worked with thought it was a step above some of the other clubs, but that was because Joe was obsessed with staying on the good side of the military police. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Two”
I can tell you what it is
I can tell you what it was
I can tell you what it did
I can tell you what it does
It’s my salvation, my saving grace
It’s my station, it’s my place
It’s my Heaven, it’s my Hell
It’s why I rise, it’s why I fell
Just bringing attention to a few bits of housekeeping. I’ve added in pages to help keep track of the various selections of recreational reading available. I’ll keep the links up to date, but details for particular universes I write in will be updated more as time permits.
Also, keeping up with the TTS for the pages is a little more time consuming than I had hoped, which means those updates will happen after the Spring semester.
Last, but not least, I plan to post the chapters in the Vradin story every Thursday, and may add in bonus updates of different material in between. Some of the chapters are on the short side, so if it looks like a shorter chapter, look for another chapter to post by Sunday.
My demarcation day started, like any other typical day in Western Washington, in the rain. Before that day, my life was normal, or as normal as any life gets. Mundane. Certainly, I never dreamed that shape shifters were real, and the only people I knew who thought magic wasn’t an act you went to Vegas to check out wore pentacles and talked up Wicca.
Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter One”