A Family of Liars and Thieves_The Secret Keepers Daughter_Marlo's Signs_Sand Witch Sandwich
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A Family of Liars and Thieves
Lying is our way of life. As soon as I could talk, I was telling lies. It was encouraged. If you weren't lying and made a habit of it, you were ousted, or so they said. I played the game for as long as I could until I wanted to quit. That was when I lost it all.It started when I met Avel. His icy blue eyes caught my attention first. But, it was his kind smile and caring demeanor which made me rethink the way I've been living my life. Along with my memories of our first meeting, I'll never forget all the lies I spewed. "Looking for anything in particular, miss?" his eyes searched for mine as I ...
The Secret Keepers Daughter
Etain cursed the full moon that night. The way it picked up the dust encrusted moths nestled within the oaks. How it illuminated the light blue veins threaded across the back of her hands. There should be no way of hiding secrets on a night such as this, she thought, as she slid the clods of damp soil back over the hole she had scraped from the ground with her bitter cold fingers. Her breath swirled before her in great plumes of icy blue smoke, as though she had the power to exhale a wisp and not air. The tears had flowed from her pale grey eyes were now frozen to her chapped cheeks. Absentl...
Marlo's Signs
Dating Marlo is a bit like dating an impaired person. An emotionally impaired person. She has these signals. And I know what you're thinking: she's a homicide detective. You're her partner, so, of course you have signals. But these are different than when we wave at each other to hide, or be quiet.These signals are reserved for when we get called onto a really intense case and it's too much for her to handle. If it's too much for her, it's generally too much for me as well. Usually the cases have to do with kids. "... We assume that's when her body was left in this bucket. The fishermen reele...
Sand Witch Sandwich
As the last stars faded from the sky, the sun broke over the horizon into a new day, and Grigori roared in pain. The sun’s rays touched his skin with the inevitability of daybreak; the light tore through his fur and flesh, unwrapping him like a greedy child, feverishly unwrapping a gift. The sun stripped Grigori of his werewolf form and left behind a human, innocent in his nakedness, yet burdened with guilt. He shook in the cold of the morning, surrounded by mistwww.onedoor.ccs rising from the lake, spurred by the sun. “So, you finally came,” a familiar voice said. Soft footsteps approached over the sandy ...