It Helps Her on Her WayFOUR
"She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day" Rolling Stones
I woke up with Sasha barking excitedly. I had gone to my parents' house after closing the bar. The day before had been harrowing and my dad would want details of why his friend thought I was bad luck. Besides it was the holiday season, delicious baked goods were to be had from my mother's kitchen.
It was about noon when I rolled out of bed. In the kitchen my dad was reading a book and my mom was nowhere to be seen. “Tim called. He didn't really need to call. Your name is in the Tribune again.” My dad said all this without looking up. “Tim said he'd call this afternoon. Despite your stellar first day, you still have a job there.” I slid in across from my dad. He put his book down. “Your mother is at the store buying a fifty pound roast or something else that'll keep her busy cooking for a while.”
My mom a
Shipping up to BostonONEShipping up to Boston3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I climbed up the topsails
I lost my leg
I'm shipping up to Boston" - Dropkick Murphys
I both loved and hate Halloween. I love Halloween because I also love candy, pumpkin flavored things, and dressing up as a Viking warrior. I once pillaged my schoolyard for other kids' candy. My principal took away my ax until I went into middle school.
I hated Halloween because I was a witch. And ever since Others came out to the world I had to deal with stupid questions on Halloween. Oh and Halloween was the one day demons got to walk around above ground without being summoned.
Every year demons picked a spot and met. They had rules. No hurting anyone without being asked. I had heard one or two disturbing tales of sex acts gone wrong, but it had been a stupid person's fault, not the demons. Since becoming demon marked I had missed the meeting in Madrid, the one in Hong Kong, and the one in Branson, MO, among others. I missed that one on purpose. I did make the one in the Twin Cities, the
Bound to Take Your LifeFIVEBound to Take Your Life3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life" - CCR
Sean was shaking me awake around three in the morning. I swatted at his face, mumbling for him to go away. Sure it was his bed and I had invaded it with Sasha, but it was sleepy time.
“Samantha, get up!” His panicked voice was what finally pulled me up from the warm embrace of sleep. “Did you hear anything?”
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I turned on the light on the nightstand. My eyes screamed to be closed, so I put my hand over my face. “What?”
“Did you hear anything?” I blinked. Sean looked haggard. He pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight.
“Sasha was crying about an hour ago, but she stopped after a few minutes after she jumped into bed.” Sean hadn't come home from work yet, so I broke his rule and let the little dog onto the bed.
“Come see this.” Sean took me by the hand.
I normally didn't have any interest in the front door to his
House SalaisChapter Four Con'tHouse Salais2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the ride through the forest the other women left their horses to the servants. Wren stayed behind with Gwendolyn, showing her how she cared for Aalish after a morning of galloping about. Together they took a quiet lunch outside.
When the lunch was completed Gwendolyn waved good-bye and went in for her afternoon studies. Wren returned to the rooms assigned to her and her father. She wasn't at all surprised to see Lynley skulking about, having a discussion with her father.
Seeing Wren come up the hall, Lynley curtsied to Roland of Salais. She brushed past Wren without a word. Roland looked pained when his daughter reached him.
He opened the door to their joined sitting room, “Inside.”
Roland was a stocky man, with bowed legs from a lifetime in the saddle. He kept his golden-gray hair to his shoulders, choosing to tie it back only when he was out riding. He wore simple, brown cotton hose and a white shirt that tied in the front. He had on his fi
A Year and a DayOur marriage had been arranged by our lord. It was my right to hit her when she disobeyed. But I found Mary didn't disobey, not once. In our first year of marriage I never raised my hand to her.A Year and a Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, some weeks after our first child was born, she made a remark against my mother. My mother! Mary called her a wench and a slut. She claimed she made my father a cuckold. My mother was as close to a living saint as anyone good get. His Holiness Pope Boniface VIII wasn't more pious than my dear, dead mother.
I remember so clearly. The wind was blowing from our fields, bringing the icy rain into our house. Asleep in his crib set close to the hearth our son slept. Our little straw mattress was in the corner. Our one bedroom home had done well for us in the past. I remember how small it seemed then, when I struck her.
Mary recoiled, picking up our baby to use him as a shield should I wish to strike her again. I told her she best not speak against my family again or I'd make her smart, baby
No Reason to Put Up a FightTHREENo Reason to Put Up a Fight3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due" - Blue Oyster Cult
Mr. Harris was locked in his office with Joseph and CJ for about two hours. I sat awkwardly trying to figure out why they had dragged me with them. It took me about fifteen minutes to tell Mr. Harris what about happened. He nodded, called Mrs. Goldberg and left a message, and dismissed me to talk to CJ and Joseph.
I texted Sean asking if he'd come and get me. The answer was a resounding no. So I sat, elbows on my knees, staring into space. The receptionist, Ethel, seemed to be taking a nap at her desk. I was hoping she would like to play solitaire, too bad. Finally CJ emerged.
“We're waiting for Mrs. Goldberg to come in. We want you,” she pointed her finger at my nose. “To tell her what happened.”
I looked out the window of the office. It was about four and so the sun had already almost finished its descent in the sky. Winter was a good time to be a
Samantha DunmoreEverything started five years ago. The president and congress tried to change the immigration policy. The new stringent laws would force the US back to a more isolationist viewpoint, a pre-World War II U.S. The theory was we could focus on our crumbling economy and other internal issues. Most people didn’t see how this would help and there were protests, but the proposed policies angered some powerful werewolves.Samantha Dunmore1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a large werewolf population who had been in the US for one or two generations and they brought family members and friends from Eastern Europe, Asia, and South America in droves. These packs owned businesses, managed to get workers' visas for their families, and staffed shops and warehouses with their kin. They reunited packs that had once been separated by oceans. Their secrets were relatively safe from human interference thanks to the enterprising nature of many alphas. Money moved a lot of it along and when you have a pack of thirty to forty sometimes even a
A Slight RespiteSEANA Slight Respite3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Samantha Dunmore didn't have any experience with Others when the BSB hired her. I was skeptical before I met her. I was hired and put into management position right away for being a werewolf and a Benson and I looked over every file of hires they gave me. Most of them were Others or had experience. She didn't. She was hired because her undergrad internships recommended her highly and she was magna cum laude. A good GPA and social work experience with a rehab facility was not something that prepared people for working with Others.
I remember the day I met her, the day she started as a lowly intern for the BSB. She had tried to tame her hair with a bun, but it poked out and her bangs frizzed around her face. When she thought no one was watching she obsessively tried to straighten the mess. She was in a business skirt and matching blazer, a light pink underneath. She was cute and absolutely terrified. Of course she kept her cool inwardly, but I could smell the fear coming off
Chapter Two - The GatheringChapter Two - The GatheringChapter Two - The Gathering2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been fifteen years since they had all met. To avoid suspicions only one or two were summoned each year to the ruins. It was agreed this would be best. Though perhaps Aletson was not wholly ignorant to their plots.
Poor Gwatlin of Salais had died two years ago in a hunting “accident”. Though the wounds he bore from a stag's antlers looked strangely like that of an arrow. His son, Roland, took over. The new governor of Salais had stepped into his father's place easily. Ready, when the time came, to raise his voice and take back the south. Then there was Bardolf of Lakshire. Alive and living as a fugitive. He bounced between his conspirators as a beggar. Ever in disguise. He'd been chased out by one of the emperor's son. The twins of Hifare bickered with each other. Allen of Lowry grieved over the recent death of Roana.
Lynley was beginning to wonder about old Roana's vision. She had revered the seer, but was not so sure that her pred
The Baker's NieceChapter ThreeThe Baker's Niece2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The baker's niece had seen the great wolf on a few occasions throughout her life. It was always when she was alone in the early morning. At first it stayed close to the edges of the forest, watching. Once it came close and she saw that it's eyes were silver. Two small black pupils were set in them like someone had drilled into a coin. It was not an ordinary beast that watched so intently. The girl prayed diligently to Reine and Felda, thanking them for blessing her with the chance to see their child, Creirwy.
Then there was the time the wolf came back as a mummer. It was a tall graceful woman with flowing hair that caught the light like a black diamond, shimmering blue and green in the sunlight. Her face obscured by the wolf mask, but she'd known who was watching her. Once she had come with a golden stag. Always watching.
Today was different. The woman in the mummer's mask, in the long cloak of ermine, black skirt, and white shirt, tied loosely in the front,
Wolf's HollowChapter Three Con'tWolf's Hollow2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The trip to Wolf's Hollow was uneventful at best. There were lots of trees, a few traveling merchants, one or two pilgrims, but mostly it was Myles and Corine.
The two had been raised as siblings so Corine was comfortable traveling with a man, even if others who passed them on the road raised an eyebrow. Myles was tall and lanky. He didn't have the same solid build of his father, but rather a willowly figure like his mother. He had inheritance his mother's hair as well. A mousey brown that was straight and soft. Corine walked next to him, linking arms, coming up just below his shoulder. If she grew anymore she'd be lucky enough to have an excellent view of his neck.
The two told jokes and sang songs throughout their two day walk. When the wooden gates of Wolf's Hollow came into view, Myles pulled her up short.
“Captain Xavier declined the offer. You were content enough to let that be the end of it a month ago. Why are we really here?”
While they p
Dragon SongPrologueDragon Song3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Tell me a story, Papa!” Young Karrigan crawled into her father's lap.
The man, a scholar, had been hard at work on his scrolls. He was compiling a history of Lakshire. Reginald Bede of House Dey was pleased to take a break. “A story, what shall it be then? A retelling of the battle of the Talris Valley, where the warrior Julian rode a bear to defeat his enemies?”
Little Karrigan wrinkled her face in disgust. “I want to hear something new.”
Bede thought on this a minute. “I have told you of the days when Lakshire was under the rule of the Aletsonian Empire.” Karrigan rolled her eyes. “So you do remember. Have I told you how we, with the other kingdoms, were freed?”
“You said the kings banded together in secret to start a war.”
“This is true, but they had help. A long time ago dragons used to fly freely.”
Karrigan's eyes lit up. “You told me dragons lived in the mountains, high up a
Something StrangeFOURSomething Strange3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?" - Danny Elfman
I hated wigs, so I had spent the last two hours putting in wash-out black dye. I even tried to tame my curls with a flat iron. When that failed I decided to not take my hat off for the whole time. All will fear the wrath of Genghis Khan.
The demon party was being held in an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. Megan wouldn't come and she was working overtime to convince David to stay home and hand out Wicca pamphlets to trick or treaters. Lucky for me David spent hours on his Spartan armor. It was around nine o'clock when we got to the party. A lot of party goers would be like David, completely oblivious to the demons, thinking it was a witch gathering, and just looking for a good party.
The place was in full swing when we walked in. Lots of sexy kittens, nurses, fighter pilots, and one guy dressed in a red jumpsuit carrying a tricycle. "Menstrual cycle," he said when he caught me st
Shattered Like a GlassSEVENShattered Like a Glass3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Memories of our greatest times lay shattered like a glass.
You're trying to entrap me with the way you speak to me." - The Tossers
I never really thought of myself as a nasty person, but I was getting ready to kill Eugene. I made meatloaf, he whined. We took Sasha for a quick walk around the block, he whined. I tried to take a quick bathroom break, he whined at the door. I was currently trying to settle on a TV show, but he was whining.
"We are watching the Food Network, shut your face!" I snatched the remote from him, ready to ram it down his throat.
He grumbled and pouted. Someone knocked at the door and he was suddenly up and running. "Pizza! I ordered it while you were in the bathroom."
"I made meatloaf, why do you need a stupid pizza?" I got up and followed him. Berating him for being an idiot.
He opened the door and there was no pizza. Only one irate Crystal Sanchez with Frank Rossi. If I hadn't already used the bathroom I might have messed my pants. Apparently pack
I can't get no ReliefTHREEI can't get no Relief3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief." - Jimi Hendrix
I woke up before the rest of the house and went for a walk. I grew up in and around Chicago. The skyline has never been far from me and I didn't like to travel far outside the area. It felt weird not to be able to down the road on a clear morning and see the Sears Tower. Instead I was treated to a view of the Atlantic. From the House of the Seven Gables I could look across the harbor. I smelled the sea air and crinkled my nose.
Filled with a sense of home sickness I turned back and walked for Megan's house. About a block away from her house I lit up a cigarette. Nicotine would help me through the ordeal. Once I was inside I was greeted with the smell of cooking onions.
In the kitchen Megan was at work making something sauteed vegetable concoction. I could hear the shower running, so there was some relief that I wouldn't be caught alone with her for too long.
"Dragyn said you smell atrocious. You're not sti
Fire in the DiscoTENFire in the Disco3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fire in the taco bell
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of hell" - Electric Six
In Joseph's office he was working hard making calls about Joshua. I appreciated the effort. CJ was on my laptop, which she requested I bring for “investigation” purposes. In reality she was playing an MMO and prancing around online. I didn't feel like I was being suitable protected when she was a level one, knife wielding elf.
I hadn't told them about my little adventure earlier. After what Jay said I didn't want to let CJ know. I kept waiting for her to leave. Since I met her she was always eating. It had been like two hours and not once had she gone to stuff her face.
“So, why is this rabbit trying to eat my face?” She asked, leaning back from my laptop.
“They've been cursed by the dread lord...” I stopped myself when Joseph looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Nevermind.” I walked over to Joseph's desk and sat down on it. I ignored his annoye
Statue of the DemonSIXStatue of the Demon3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I sometimes find it odd
You've got to climb the statue of the demon to get closer to God!" - Electric Six
I woke up with the sun coming in through the bedroom window at my house. The last thing I remembered was CJ giving me a cup of tea. I turned over and Sean was wide awake, watching me.
“How did we get here?”
“CJ put a sleeping pill in your tea. I didn't know until you fell asleep. She said you needed sleep.” I remembered my burst of hysterics, my face getting hot with embarrassment. I can appreciate why someone would think it was right to drug me.
“Did you sleep any?”
He shook his head. He turned over and moved a stray hair from my face. I curled myself into his body, glad for his warmth. I'd be safe now. Here, in the daylight. Demons couldn't freely walk during daylight hours. Certainly they could be summoned, but to leave the summoning circle was impossible. At night though, if someone summoned one for an attack...
I whimpered into S
A Lover's TrystChapter Two Con'tA Lover's Tryst2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Allen's chambers were well furnished. There was a padded bench and two fine chairs, cushioned with high backs and great armrests. His desk was a clutter of maps and papers. An open door opposite of the entrance led into his bedroom. The four post bed had been built directly into the wall with a feather mattress laid on top. The wall tapestries depicted battle and death. He also kept a bookshelf stocked with imperial poems, histories, the holy books of Ciro and Kamaria. Elsewhere in the city Allen worked to build a library that would rival that of the university in the empire's capital. Lynley took a moment to grab a scroll. It was the Rite of the Moon. Holy scripture passed from Kamaria to her earthly children.
“We'll be safe here. The guards outside the door are trusted men, but I have led them to believe this is a lovers' reunion,” he whispered, “Keep your voice low.”
“I wish to see the library tomorrow,” she said. She didn
A Gamer's Year - 2012Felix was seated at his desk, contently drinking his glass of champagne before carefully placing it on his desk, leaning back against his leather seat. He scrolled through his channel, grinning contently as he went by, different games of all types of genres passed by the screen in a rush.A Gamer's Year - 20122 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of oddly colored pink and green males passed by as they threw an arm around the other, bro-fisting the other gleefully. Another of large purple creatures and a scientist flew by as well as a silent “You can’t do shit brah!” Was heard, causing Felix chuckle softly, taking another small sip from his glass.
A pixelated man came into view, followed by several other forms created in similar styles, seeming to bounce on their feet as they desperately rushed around, looking for a hidden bomb. A small girl in red and a tall male in blue came into the picture, clutching matching roses and eating the delicacies of macaroons as they strolled by, laughing as they spoke.
It's Just a Shame, That's AllTWOIt's Just a Shame, That's All3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tell me it's black when I know that it's white
always the same, it's just a shame, that's all" - Genesis
I watched enough cop shows to know vomiting on the corpse of Mr. Goldberg was a big no-no. So I ran out of the house and let my lunch reemerge on the bushes out front. After that I called the police, who apparently called the BSB. I suppose when you're divorcing a vampire it makes sense this could be an Other attack. On the other hand I was not on friendly terms with field agents Joseph Cicero or CJ Hawkly.
They had arrested me during the summer and neither were happy letting me off the hook. My boyfriend, Sean, had become friends with Joseph, which made me hating him harder. Sean would bring Joseph to the bar, all chummy. CJ was easier to avoid. She came to the bar only to retrieve Joseph for a case. When I did run into them it was awkward silences and angry looks.
Now I was right back where I was a few months ago. CJ and Joseph had gone into the house to investigate wh
Recycling Satire Recycling is a familiar concept in this day and age. It is the hallmark of a clean society. They say that as an individual, one must start recycling in order to help others begin. So, if recycling starts with the individual, then the individual must start being recycled!Recycling Satire6 years ago in Humor More Like This
The organs are the first line of business to take care of. Start by cleansing the brain of all thoughts and memories, using a course-bristle brush; remember to brush hard on those difficult to reach brain folds. Next, rinse the heart in luke-warm water and Pine-Sol in order to clear it of all excess fluids and emotions. The brain and heart now belong to a new body. Immediately following these are the lungs. Make sure to get them dry and ventilated by way of hair dryer, else beware of the goopy mess to ensue. These will be filled with helium and used as balloons t
The Gathering - Con'tAllen was situated in his tower. Tea, bread, and cheese had been left on his desk, but he cared not for these. He had seen Lynley's approach. He could expect trouble with her. She liked to bring it whenever she came north.The Gathering - Con't2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His wife, a woman small in height and happily round, was watching out the window. “My dear cousin will be here tonight.” She remarked noncommittally. Allen said nothing. “She'll want to know if Roana had any visions before she died.”
The tower was safe from those who would eavesdrop. Still Allen did not wish to discuss anything openly. The city of Bailor was crawling with imperial guards and his son's betrothed had a habit of being everywhere she wasn't supposed to. “Can you keep her occupied?”
Leticia sighed and turned from the window. “I suppose, though she does hate menial tasks. I'll need to tie her to a loom.”
“Good. Keep her busy until she's needed,” Allen and Lynley pretended at being lovers when she
The Seer PrincessChapter FourThe Seer Princess2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wren of Salais was no supporter of Lynley of Panderas. The older woman was a harsh shrew who liked to look down her nose at other people. Since arriving in Bailor for Christian's imperial wedding she had listened to Lynley complain at her, about her.
Though she was magically blessed, her gift was inferior to the bodyguard Clifford. What good was it to feel the presence of animals? It helped everyone more to have animal sense. Why was she still childless? Wren had been married for three years and she, with approval from her father and her husband, Keaton, had decided to wait until Roana's prophecy came to pass. Why had Wren slain her grandfather's murderer? Wren almost slapped Lynley for that. The woman would have done the same.
Each day in Bailor was an insufferable trek. Good manners, keeping quiet, sewing. Finally a day of fun was planned.
Wren brushed down her mare, Aalish. Most people who could feel animals with their magic used dogs or cats as familiars. The bo