Tristan-Chapter 3Chapter 3Tristan had always seen the irony in his job. Dealing with Demons day in and day out, it was clear to him that Hell really did exist. But in all the years and all the collective memories of those who had served the Department of Human and Demon Relations since the Great Wars, there had never been any Angel interactions…no sightings…no whispers of miracles…no warm, guiding light. Tristan’s coworkers were certain that Heaven and an all-mighty creator must exist, but the more Tristan dealt with the Demons, the less he believed in a God at all.He and Eden had sifted through the debris of two of the apartment buildings before dusk, but they had made little progress. It didn’t help that the September sky refused to relent in its attempt to wash away all memory of Iskariot in a steady gray downpour. Captain Michaelson’s list of contact had proven essentially useless to the agents. The Demons refused to know anything when they could actually be
Tristan-Chapter 2Chapter 2The street teemed with emergency personnel and intrigued bystanders, everyone staring transfixed at the blue flames that had engulfed the entire apartment building. As Tristan emerged, panting, from the doomed building with Persephone unconscious in his arms, a fireman was able to pull his eyes away from the bone-chilling blaze just long enough to address them.“H-hey! Do…do you need…help?” The fireman made a jerky attempt to approach them, but almost immediately went back to staring instead.Tristan grimaced, pitying him. The fireman was the one who really needed help here.Tristan made his way across the street as the ground began to shudder. The apartment building would collapse any minute now, and all these people were too mystified by the Hellfire to notice the danger.“Where is the DHDR?” he hissed.“You rang?”Tristan yelped and spun, nearly dropping Persephone in his surprise. “Thought it was your night off, Eden
Tristan-Chapter 1Chapter 1Something about the way she looked at him made him uneasy. Something in those wide, innocent eyes and the gentle curve of her plump lips made him want to run screaming back the way he had come. But his feet were rooted to terra firma. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to how delicate pure evil could look.She hugged her teddy bear close to her chest, batting her long lashes as she tugged at his sleeve. “Why don’t you ever tell me your name, mister?” she asked, her voice filled with childlike curiosity.“Don’t touch me,” he snapped, snatching his arm from her grasp. “My name isn’t any of your business, Demon, because you are none of mine.”The little girl pouted and hissed softly, her lips parting just slightly enough to reveal shark-like points that capped each tooth. His name was Tristan Gabriel, and there was officially no way he was going to tell her that now.“Where’s your master?” he dem
Going HomeIt's funnythe way the days chase each other,mixing together in a blur that spans weeks months yearsjumbling the things of which I thought I was sureWhat are memories, anyway,but subjective snapshots of time?maybe you were never there at allI can't remember your voice anymore.I think I forgot itthe moment you left.But there's always that one line repeating...I'll miss it. But it's good to be going home.
Sparrow-Chapter 22Danni had decided to pass off the lights in the sky as her imagination, coupled with two separate alien reports in the same day. Besides, she was too excited. Her father had given her permission to go to Aubrey’s party when they had finally pulled into the driveway of their summer home on the outskirts of Lafayette, Colorado. She definitely had better things to do than to concentrate on UFOs at the moment, anyway.Hopefully Danni would be able to talk to Grant in a day or two. He was currently stationed at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. She knew her brother wouldn’t be able to tell her about the sightings directly, but he had always been able to get the truth across to his sister in one way or another.“Okay, nobody leave empty-handed!” said Frank loudly as both his children raced for the front door of the house. This was one of Frank’s favorite sayings upon arriving at a long-awaited destination. It was also one of his favorite sayings for h
Sparrow-Chapter 11They came out of the sky the day every single person on earth was looking. They brought their promises, and their hopes, and every single last dream there to the dust of a world too ruined to ever be saved. They came to take what they knew could never belong to them, and they took it without a fight. When they left, they took perfection with them back into the stars, back into the inky darkness of eternal night.Danni Pearson read over the words she had scrawled across a crumpled loose leaf page in a sleepy hand, and scowled. Dumbest opening to a novel I’ve ever read, she thought, tearing the page neatly in quarters and dropping it into the waste basket. No more three A.M. bursts of inspiration from dead sleep for me. Out loud, Danni called down the upstairs hallway, “Mom! This summer class is gonna be the death of me!”She heard her mother, Nancy Pearson, let out an exasperated sigh, followed by soft footsteps down the carpeted hall. The smile
The LampI threw that lamp away today. The tall, floor lamp with the faux brass finish. A dream-catcher and a cat that loves feathers just so happened to spell out its demise in a violent dissonance of shattered glass, cat yowling, and the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I just find it strange that, of all the times it's fallen in my room before and though it landed on carpet this time, the etched glass bowl chose now to break.It made me remember that day. You know...you remember, don't you? Dad and I had slaved for days painting the walls and putting up that wallpaper mural. It wasn't until after we had finished our task that we realized none of my old bedroom things went with my new, more mature décor. I had grown out of the pastel hearts, and lacey pillows, and teddy-bears. I'd moved on to Italian vistas, and marble pillars, and rich wood. I slept that first night beneath the pink and white striped bed covers that I had used for the last twelve years of my life, silently bemoaning
Ashen Sky-Chapter 17The Zombie soldiers caught sight of the group on their Segways and chortled to each other in not-quite-human speech. They reminded Matt more of primates, using gestures and chattering grunts, but they were definitely communicating. And that could only mean one thing."They're getting smarter," Matt whispered to no one in particular."You're right, city boy," Riley murmured back, wheeling his Segway closer to Matt. "So, what do we do? You n' Sara used our only smoke bombs."Matt had grown accustomed to the group looking to him for direction, but he still felt incredibly awkward calling himself their leader. From inside Sara's duffle, Matt could hear Peaches growling lowly. He nearly laughed at the mental image that flashed through his head---a beach-ball puff of orange and white squished in with all of Sara's
whatever it was she had in there.More bricks, maybe. This time, he really did laugh."What's so funny about this?" demanded Tess, her sea-green eyes flashing
Ashen Sky-Chapter 16Fallout shelter. That was what they needed. There was no way they could make it out of the city and far enough away to avoid the fallout if a nuclear bomb really was dropped. Not on foot. Not with all the Zombies everywhere. Not with the army barri--"The army barricades!" Matt said suddenly, ignoring his raised index finger as he interrupted Riley and Tess's argument over who would be carrying the extra supply pack first while Honduras looked on, lost.Tess began to roll her eyes at Matt, but caught herself, and instead flashed him an interested smile. "What about them?" she asked sweetly as she reached for his raised hand and intertwined their fingers.Matt figured they were no what the normal world would have considered boyfriend and girlfriend, except---in the normal world (the world that existed just a week ago, Matt thought dismally), he never would have stood a chance with Tess. He supposed social norms probably did not exist anymore, anyway, considering half the U
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that thereis a sudden peacewhen one has tired of runningall their life.I have learned that youshould have let me go,far sooner than you didbecause wolves needto be free. Theyneed to ravage the dead;they spear-head the desirefor distance.Remember, darling, whenI told you:"Do not let me touch you,for I will break you"?Oh how I throttled yourcawing with pearl-plated pawsand parted apologies.You swooned over my love,while I howled for the night.
Just YouWill you love me?'Cause if you won't...Someone else will.Can you hold me?'Cause if you can't...Someone else can.Do you want me?'Cause if you don't...Someone else does.But the thing is...I don't want someone else.I want you.