[Written in my teens. Can’t remember when exactly.] I spoke, and my voice echoed with resonance and power. “Let there be light,” I said, and with a single upward movement of my hand, there was light, bright and warm and beautiful. I smiled and said, “It is good.” But I had just begun. “Let there be water,” I said, and with a single turn of my hand, there was water, rushing and powerful and wide. I smiled and said, “It…
I might as well be a vampire. The only bright side is I can sunbathe and I can live without drinking blood. My biggest secret, if I had any big ones, would probably be that I’m over 900 years old. But I’m lousy with secrets and honest to a fault, so I’m likely the object of much speculation among doctors and scientists as I fail to show any signs of normal aging. I hate the tests they put me through,…
This is part of the unedited first chapter of a book I started to write in late summer/early fall this year, during a few of my lunch breaks at work. I’m posting it here because I’ve discarded the story; I realized that the plot driver just isn’t going to work, so I’m trashing THE WHOLE THING. The names Allie and Candy were temporary, until I found better ones. Allie was going to be the main character; I borrowed her name…
So I finally did it the other day. I cut my hair. More than that—I shaved it off. All of it. I can’t say why I did it, and truly I must be insane. I was in tears after I shaved it off with the clippers I use to cut H.E.’s hair. I cried for hours in regret, and H.E. was surprisingly calm about the whole thing. He decided to shave his head, too. So now we’re both blindingly bald….
Funny how Adam never noticed her scent; she smelled faintly of roses, the kind that grew along the border of her herbal garden—intoxicating. Really intoxicating. Another moment of her scent whispering beneath his nostrils, and he’d be swooning at her feet like a woman. God, but how could he have mistrusted her and thought her ugly when she was so innocent and beautiful that it made him weak with love and longing? “Rather cold out, isn’t it?” she asked, her…