Spend my days pitching woo to you

“Now the trumpet summons us again, not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a … More

POV – Not Grace (CW – kinda messed up)

The punks thought that I was a metalhead. The metalheads thought I was a thrasher. The thrashers thought I was … More

There’s an old show called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t get many comments but half of them are references … More

Riddle me this, since she grabbed me like a pirate grabbing a wench on the cover of a trashy romance … More

I saw my dad cry once. Not long before he and my mom died in a car wreck. I was … More

When she cast her spell to find the magic bone of vampire boning it seemed to me indistinguishable from the … More

We weren’t in Mexico anymore I don’t think. We weren’t in Missouri for sure. I know that. Wherever we were … More

“What is it?” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded like an overexcited little girl who spotted a unicorn … More

When I stabbed Martialla in the chest she didn’t wake up or move or do anything. No reaction other than … More

When I was a kid a social worker made me talk to a therapist once. She told me that because … More