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De Facto: Chapter One, Criminals with Smiles

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De Facto: Chapter One, Criminals with Smiles

      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      4:30 AM. Looks like an early morning again.      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      11:30 AM. Lunch will have to wait, it seems.      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      6:00 PM. And I was just getting to the good part!      Begrudgingly, I drop my book on the table and dig my cursed smartphone out of the Gucci bag on the table. I don’t know why I bother looking at the caller ID anymore. It’s the same every day. It’s the same every time this phone screams. Thank God I hadn’t programmed a song for my ringtone or it’d be stuck in my head every moment of the day.

De Facto: Prologue

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De Facto: Prologue

Prologue    Time, it’s a funny thing. We say it heals all wounds, but in all actuality, it opens them. It heals and opens. Heals. Opens. Heals; opens. A continuous vicious cycle of masochism.    It’s a cruel thing. It steals loved ones. Gnaws mountains. Slows in the youth and speeds to elderhood. Until one day you’re gazing in the mirror at a withered face and grey hair and sagging muscles and receding hairline when just yesterday you could’ve sworn you didn’t look a day over 15.    It’s a fickle thing. Changes on a whim and never plays fair. Some get more time, some get less. And who deserves more time

I Know You

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I Know You

    She knows him. He shrouds bright blonde hair with dull gray, shining green eyes with a farce of crow's feet. He jams a nondescript faded baseball cap on his head, emphasizing the nonexistent shadows of his features. He lets his hair and beard grow unkempt, masking the roundness of his jaw. She knows him; because Uriah Heller is nothing but an alias. Uriah Heller is a middle-aged soccer coach, officially retired but still teaching kids out of the kindness of his heart. Uriah Heller has kind eyes and warm smiles for everyone, and a heavily-accented voice that could melt butter. Uriah Heller is a fake. Behind the mask lies Vance Simons, the

Flicker, Chapter Five: Catalyst

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Flicker, Chapter Five: Catalyst

    She was totally ignoring it. Even when she slipped some thermals on under her basketball shorts. She was cold! Even when she snagged a late-night snack from the pantry. She was hungry! Even when she quietly crept through the door into the crisp night air. None of that meant she was paying any regard to that infantile note. Jean was just going for a walk. ...In the middle of the night. Times were stressful, okay?!    She started to munch on one of the poppy seed muffins she’d brought. She had two. Two for her. She hadn’t grabbed it for anyone else. It was just in case she got hungry again. Jean’s feet mechanically took h

Flicker, Chapter Four: Ripple Effect

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Flicker, Chapter Four: Ripple Effect

    The next two weeks flew by so quickly that the details of which were lost to Jean. All she could recall was a feeling of being ungrounded. Something had changed, and she didn’t know what, but whatever it was was huge and had unbalanced everything else in her life. She felt as if on the edge of a cliff she couldn’t see, not wanting to know the undiscovered truth that gave her this feeling. Because if she did, where she stood on the edge would be revealed and off she would tumble into the chasm beyond.    This fear dominated her dreams. They were never nightmares, but she would shoot awake in a cold sweat, irrational fear makin

Flicker, Chapter Three: Anomaly

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Flicker, Chapter Three: Anomaly

    ‘Fun’ happened to be a dark, cruddy park in the middle of the night. Jean wondered what her parents would think of this, but then remembered that they had often encouraged her to stay out on weekends. If push came to shove, she was resorting to twisting their words as ammunition. It's not like she was doing anything bad, right? ...Just gallivanting off with a strange and terrifying boy at night. This thought made her bite her lip and sink lower into her swing. How in the world had she allowed him to take her from the pizza place? She'd been having enough fun there! With an exasperated sigh, she settled back and started to swin

Flicker: Chapter Two

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Flicker: Chapter Two

    Detention for the next two weeks went just about the same way, even when she didn’t sit anywhere close to Nikko. It was like his very presence angered her. However, more often than not it was just pure unadulterated fear: he still chilled her to the bone.    As for her job, Jean kept shelling out stories every morning with a new sense of purpose. She was Jean Janis freaking Parker! Her stories were excellent! She wasn’t desperate! Although she hated him for it she had to admit that Nikko drove her to nigh-perfection. More people were paying attention to her stories and the principal had even remarked that one of them was a &#

Flicker: Chapter One

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Flicker: Chapter One

    A mob of acne-faced, zombie-like teenagers wandered into Las Vegas’ Washington Academy, seeking purpose. Some roamed the halls, hunting others to entertain them. Some trudged into classrooms and fell into desks, letting themselves drift off to sleep until the shrill bell would ruthlessly wake them. The halls were filled with jocks chasing nerds; some cheerleaders, goths, and emos; punks, preps, and the ever-present stoner crowd. But one brunette-haired girl with piercing blue eyes stood out in this crowded hallway, grin gleaming and voice booming.    “Over the past three years, dozens of our students have gotten terrible sick

Existing, Not Alive

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Existing, Not Alive

     Their lips were set in a hard line around a cigarette. Shadows of the city made their jaw sharp and their face androgynous. I don't know what it was about this human that stood out from the rest, but I stopped my meandering and leaned against the chipping brick wall beside them. They didn't notice.     Streetlamps shone down in their respective places, not really touching the dark around them. One shone near us, but it didn't do much to light up my companion's features. I still couldn't tell if they were male or female, but something about them kind of transcended that. The streets in front of us were noisy, as always, but somehow there
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De Facto: Chapter One, Criminals with Smiles

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De Facto: Chapter One, Criminals with Smiles

      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      4:30 AM. Looks like an early morning again.      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      11:30 AM. Lunch will have to wait, it seems.      RIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIING!      6:00 PM. And I was just getting to the good part!      Begrudgingly, I drop my book on the table and dig my cursed smartphone out of the Gucci bag on the table. I don’t know why I bother looking at the caller ID anymore. It’s the same every day. It’s the same every time this phone screams. Thank God I hadn’t programmed a song for my ringtone or it’d be stuck in my head every moment of the day.

De Facto: Prologue

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De Facto: Prologue

Prologue    Time, it’s a funny thing. We say it heals all wounds, but in all actuality, it opens them. It heals and opens. Heals. Opens. Heals; opens. A continuous vicious cycle of masochism.    It’s a cruel thing. It steals loved ones. Gnaws mountains. Slows in the youth and speeds to elderhood. Until one day you’re gazing in the mirror at a withered face and grey hair and sagging muscles and receding hairline when just yesterday you could’ve sworn you didn’t look a day over 15.    It’s a fickle thing. Changes on a whim and never plays fair. Some get more time, some get less. And who deserves more time

I Know You

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I Know You

    She knows him. He shrouds bright blonde hair with dull gray, shining green eyes with a farce of crow's feet. He jams a nondescript faded baseball cap on his head, emphasizing the nonexistent shadows of his features. He lets his hair and beard grow unkempt, masking the roundness of his jaw. She knows him; because Uriah Heller is nothing but an alias. Uriah Heller is a middle-aged soccer coach, officially retired but still teaching kids out of the kindness of his heart. Uriah Heller has kind eyes and warm smiles for everyone, and a heavily-accented voice that could melt butter. Uriah Heller is a fake. Behind the mask lies Vance Simons, the

Flicker, Chapter Five: Catalyst

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Flicker, Chapter Five: Catalyst

    She was totally ignoring it. Even when she slipped some thermals on under her basketball shorts. She was cold! Even when she snagged a late-night snack from the pantry. She was hungry! Even when she quietly crept through the door into the crisp night air. None of that meant she was paying any regard to that infantile note. Jean was just going for a walk. ...In the middle of the night. Times were stressful, okay?!    She started to munch on one of the poppy seed muffins she’d brought. She had two. Two for her. She hadn’t grabbed it for anyone else. It was just in case she got hungry again. Jean’s feet mechanically took h

Flicker, Chapter Four: Ripple Effect

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Flicker, Chapter Four: Ripple Effect

    The next two weeks flew by so quickly that the details of which were lost to Jean. All she could recall was a feeling of being ungrounded. Something had changed, and she didn’t know what, but whatever it was was huge and had unbalanced everything else in her life. She felt as if on the edge of a cliff she couldn’t see, not wanting to know the undiscovered truth that gave her this feeling. Because if she did, where she stood on the edge would be revealed and off she would tumble into the chasm beyond.    This fear dominated her dreams. They were never nightmares, but she would shoot awake in a cold sweat, irrational fear makin

Flicker, Chapter Three: Anomaly

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Flicker, Chapter Three: Anomaly

    ‘Fun’ happened to be a dark, cruddy park in the middle of the night. Jean wondered what her parents would think of this, but then remembered that they had often encouraged her to stay out on weekends. If push came to shove, she was resorting to twisting their words as ammunition. It's not like she was doing anything bad, right? ...Just gallivanting off with a strange and terrifying boy at night. This thought made her bite her lip and sink lower into her swing. How in the world had she allowed him to take her from the pizza place? She'd been having enough fun there! With an exasperated sigh, she settled back and started to swin

Flicker: Chapter Two

F

Flicker: Chapter Two

    Detention for the next two weeks went just about the same way, even when she didn’t sit anywhere close to Nikko. It was like his very presence angered her. However, more often than not it was just pure unadulterated fear: he still chilled her to the bone.    As for her job, Jean kept shelling out stories every morning with a new sense of purpose. She was Jean Janis freaking Parker! Her stories were excellent! She wasn’t desperate! Although she hated him for it she had to admit that Nikko drove her to nigh-perfection. More people were paying attention to her stories and the principal had even remarked that one of them was a &#

Flicker: Chapter One

F

Flicker: Chapter One

    A mob of acne-faced, zombie-like teenagers wandered into Las Vegas’ Washington Academy, seeking purpose. Some roamed the halls, hunting others to entertain them. Some trudged into classrooms and fell into desks, letting themselves drift off to sleep until the shrill bell would ruthlessly wake them. The halls were filled with jocks chasing nerds; some cheerleaders, goths, and emos; punks, preps, and the ever-present stoner crowd. But one brunette-haired girl with piercing blue eyes stood out in this crowded hallway, grin gleaming and voice booming.    “Over the past three years, dozens of our students have gotten terrible sick

Existing, Not Alive

E

Existing, Not Alive

     Their lips were set in a hard line around a cigarette. Shadows of the city made their jaw sharp and their face androgynous. I don't know what it was about this human that stood out from the rest, but I stopped my meandering and leaned against the chipping brick wall beside them. They didn't notice.     Streetlamps shone down in their respective places, not really touching the dark around them. One shone near us, but it didn't do much to light up my companion's features. I still couldn't tell if they were male or female, but something about them kind of transcended that. The streets in front of us were noisy, as always, but somehow there

Unwelcome Stranger: Preface

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Unwelcome Stranger: Preface

    Our bodies contain about 9.5 pints of blood. It pulses through our veins non-stop, running free like a river 24/7. But this substance is not only alluring to bats, mountain lions, and other predators --- it calls to other creatures, worse creatures; creatures you can't even imagine. Our blood calls to them, pulling them closer until they can't resist any longer.    Now, at this point, you're probably saying that you'd stay away, you'd never see these creatures. But they have ways of stalking unnoticed into society and humanity. Well, partly unnoticed.    From the beginning of their existence, they've attracted their prey with their un

Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter One

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Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter One

Chapter 1 The horn blared incessantly. ''Shut up!'' I screamed inside my car. The blaring turned into ear-splitting intervals. I groaned and smacked my head into the steering wheel. The jerk behind me transitioned roughly into taking turns with beeping and leaning on the horn. I was extremely ticked by this point. I slammed my fist into the glass window and amazingly the glass didn’t break in my spurt of rage. One more blow from that infernal horn and my fingers were curled around the handle of the door, yanking it towards me. I swiped my head out of the car and glanced up at the gloomy Seattle sky before twisting to glare at the perso

Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Two

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Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Two

Chapter 2 Disclaimer: I have no problems with goths and I'm not this whiny or reclusive myself, but I did tend to be when I was Rosette's age. Remember, she is a typical teenager and thinks like one. The writing does not reflect my own feelings. That is all. The next morning when I woke up, my neck was stiff and aching. Upon opening my eyes, I finally realized why. I was lying on the couch, remote buried beneath me, with at least the whole top half of me falling off. I immediately straightened up and swiped off the drool that had been forming at the corners of my mouth. Bolting upwards so suddenly had caused me to become dizzy, so I sat sti

Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Three

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Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Three

Chapter 3 “What’s the rush?” my mom called from the living room, her eyes glued to the TV, watching a gardening show.   I started at the voice and almost had a heart attack. My eyes flew open frantically. Taking a deep breath, I realized I had forgotten Mom was home. She must have heard me clamber in and slam the door. “And why are you so out of breath? I can hear you breathing from here!” She turned to face me now, a concerned --- but not worried --- expression on her face. She looked like if she didn’t get an answer, she’d shake it out of me. You know, one of those looks.   I racked my brain

Unwelcome Stranger, Chapter Four

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Unwelcome Stranger, Chapter Four

Chapter 4 Of course I would support Everett! Why wouldn’t I?! I cursed myself for even starting to doubt my disapproval of him. Whatever he was, I would support him. I could be sure of that.   I was snapped out of my thoughts by Riley’s voice. “Are you okay? You look terrified, and you’ve been off in your own world for quite some time. What’s been wrong with you lately? I’ve been worried --- really worried --- about you.” He whispered all this to me even though we had the table to ourselves. (Mitchell’s group evidently didn’t notice or need us anymore.)   I smiled gratefully at

Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Five

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Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Five

Chapter 5 Oh, the weekend never compared to that day! Not when I went to the mall on Saturday; or when I researched at the library or rented a whole stack of books. Not even when Mom and I had a whole girls' day out on Sunday. The weekend seemed mundane after Friday night. I was lost in a dreamland for most of it. Somehow, I figured things would never be the same between Riley and me. The feeling had been pleasing, yet plaguing me simultaneously. And that feeling returned as I hung up the phone. Flopping back-down on my bed, I sighed heavily --- just like I had that night. I fingered the phone in my room, a smile playing on my lips. I had j

Unwelcome Stranger: Chapter Six, Part One

Unwelcome Stranger: The Hunter Revealed(Chap. 6.2)

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MY ONLY ROMANCE, no title as of yet

     The sky was dead. The deathly gray spread across acridly. Clouds were just forming pure white blotches over the pessimistic view, and the wind slowly lifted leaves and tufts of paper flitting across the Chicago streets. Steel plumes of smoke rose from the many chimneys all over the city, blending into the caustic gray.     Leslie gazed up at the sickening sky. With a subtle grimace she turned away, focusing her attention on something less trivial. The wind, though soft, bit at her exposed face as she struggled to get her hood over her long-fallen-out ponytail. Her thick black locks still wisped at her face mercilessly, the nylon fabric
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DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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