TextRaindrops smacked into the plastic shields of the bus stop with all the grace and fervor of a soon-to-be sacked WWE wrestler. Riley winced as though each sodden slap were a personal blow. What a day to have her hair styled. She never had her hair styled, and she'd actually gone and chosen today to go out and do it. Hadn't even thought to bring a hat. Her only hope was that the copy of Newsweek she held over her head would last long enough for her friend An to arrive.It was five o'clock. She tapped her watch and glared at the seconds hand. Was it moving slower? Tick. Tick. "...Oh, crap." Death and taxes came to everything eventually, just like An always said. Philosophical pretenses aside, her watch had stopped. "Where is he?" The wind was picking up, reaching up her pants to cover her thighs with goosebumps. Vindictive wea
Contra-Bandy ch11The first thing I did was drag Shawn to his room. It was a lot cleaner than mine, but I spent more time at my desk than anywhere else, so that was all right. He had a bookcase, and I felt guilty for all the times I'd accused him of not being able to read. He was heavy, and he'd lost his socks as I'd dragged him in, so getting him into his bed was going to pose something of a Gordian knot. And there I was without a sword or any other obvious cheat.For a second I considered sitting on the desk chair or leaning against the wall to catch my breath, but then Shawn let out a sleepy sigh and the warm booze-stinked breath gave me every reason to drop him instead. But I just held my own not-boozey breath and trudged toward the bed. If I tripped and fell on it, I'd kill myself. I could just bite my own tongue and have it over with
except I didn't have any kids yet. Damn. And there was no qui
Hollowmark and Lovelace 9Chapter Nine:January 17th(?): Checking UpFor the first time since we'd met Dannon, I was able to sleep in 'til ten o'clock. I didn't realize I had until I fell out of bed and landed on my alarm clock. One of the stupid-looking bells cut into my bare neck. I mouthed a curse and shoved it under the bed. Suddenly it seemed like a really awful idea, keeping an old-fashioned alarm clock. My fault probably, I'd broken the small plastic box-y one
There was no one else in the room, except for Petersen, who was engrossed in improving his haunt. The laptop hummed almost pleasantly. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, trying to slow my heart down and stop the bleeding. It felt like a rather nasty paper-cut, but I couldn't see it to gauge the size or severity. Difficult to look at one's own neck, especially after just waking up.I got up and staggered into the bathroom and fulfilled a rat
Hollowmark and Lovelace 8Chapter Eight:January 15th: Interim and the ChangesSeven hours of sleep was not ever enough. I rolled onto my other side and nearly broke my nose on the wall. There wasn't enough room for me in my own bed, was there? I slapped the wall as if that might make it move a bit."Get up, already! I think I've conscripted most of your laundry trying to wake you up
"Curse whoever had made Dannon our roommate. Straight to the most literal of blazes with them, I say. "Bugger off." The words weren't afforded much oomph, as my face was still half in the wall, half in the pillow. The little sod had the most annoying habit of waking up before eight o'clock. And he thought he had the right to call other people insane.He also, apparently, got lonely. That is, he insisted on my being awake whenever he was, which meant that I'd been getting far less sleep than a man ought.