Solara's Compromise_Why Don't You?_Isn't that what it's all about?_The Whip
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Solara's Compromise
Solara’s hands trembled not from the cold swirling around her, but from the icy stare, a strange man struck her with.“Solara, don’t be rude.”Her hands tightened around the washcloth and she returned to wiping the counter, hearing Trevan’s voice drift from somewhere behind her. Averting her gaze, she focused on wiping the residual drink condensation from the bar, gathering used napkins and dishes along the way before continuing into the dining area. At the last stand-alone table, Solara shivered at the chilly presence from earlier, knowing the stranger sat tucked in the back corner where the sh...
Why Don't You?
You should know that Wolfspider is not just a wolf. He is not just any wolf. He is a shapeshifter. A wild, ferocious, kill-an-innocent-rabbit-in-the-night evil circus ringmaster who prowls about with his eight wolf eyes glowing with blackness so devoid of color you think you’re looking into the eyes of darkness himself. www.onedoor.cc Well, that’s Wolfspider for you. If anyone angers him, he’ll strike a blow so lethal you won’t be able to even know he attacked until you see the poison seeping out of the bite and running down your arm, leg o...
Isn't that what it's all about?
The line in the water began making subtle jerking motions before Corey whipped it tight in an upward motion as he attempted to set his hook. No luck. It was just a nibble and he had let excitement get the best of him. As he reeled his line in he only felt mild disappointment. It was early in the evening after all and he was no professional fisherman. It wasn’t the first or last time he would let a fish get away. All he could do is try to wait until the perfect time next time he felt a curious fish taking jabs at his power bait. By the time the hook and sinker reached Corey the bait had either ...
The Whip
The moment I moved to Utah I wanted to rock climb. Growing up I was always a timid, shy kid. The thought of going downhill too fast on my bike, climbing a tree, or buying a pair of Heelies would make my knees weak. I don’t like this part of me.Driving into Utah for the first time as a teenager, I saw something. The mountains. Yes, I’ve seen the mountains before, but I’ve never seen them. The moment I entered the shadow of these pillow-topped giants, I was speechless, overwhelmed by a feeling of insignificance. The intimidation, the delicate edges, the brutal cracks burying themselves in the l...