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Remembered Kisses: Chapter 10: Tattered Edges

“I know losing her was hard,” Sam said.  They sat in the small, cramped study of his apartment, on
old wickerwork chairs padded with old green cushions. “It’s always hard to lose someone.”

“Is it?”  Marcus said, not looking at him.  There was a lit cigarette in his hand and he watched the smoke slowly trail upwards towards the corners of the room. “I had no idea.”

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 9: Winter's Herald

The rest of the day went quickly, but as it passed it grew increasingly colder.   By early evening, it had grown frigid.  Pulling his coat tight against the cold, Sam swept his gaze across the campus from his usual perch in the bell tower.  The skin on the back of his neck was rippling with anticipation.  The night was still and free of rain, but Sam’s vision was almost useless in the murky fog, forcing him to focus was on his supernatural senses.  There was nothing out there right now, but the Otherworld was as still as the mundane world.  “If I’m cliché enough to be a watcher in a bell tower,” Sam muttered,  “The nightmares can have their calm before a storm.  It’s only fair.”  He reached into his coat, felt the worn grip of his .38 in its holster behind his back.  The familiarity was comforting.

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 8: The Ghost Professor

Chapter 7 is available here.

It seemed like he had barely been asleep at all when he was being shaken awake.“Sam?” Audrey asked.  “Sam, what are you doing out here?  Sam?”

He slowly opened his eyes.  Audrey was there in her white nightgown and her pink bunny slippers and a worried expression on her face.  Her stuffed shark was tucked under her arm.  He rubbed his head.  “What time is it?”

“Five-thirty, Sam.  When I always get up to make our breakfast.  Why are you in the living room?”  Her eyes swiveled towards the door to his room, and they want wide.  “Is there a monster in your bedroom?  Is it going to try to eat me?”

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 7: Ghosts in the Attic

Chapter 6 can be found here.

Sam didn’t have any classes on Wednesday afternoons, so he usually spent that day playing catch-up in his office.  Talking to students, grading papers, handling all the bureaucratic details that came with his position at the college.  Today was no different.  He got to campus around mid morning, and spent a few hours at his cramped desk in the tiny glorified broom closet the school had assigned him.  Morning passed into early afternoon, and when the growling of his stomach became too loud to ignore, he finally let himself take a break.

A Tale of Three Pixies: Scene Four

A Tale of Three Pixies
Scene Four

(Read Scene Three Here)
Saul scooped up the coins, replacing them with a crisp $20 bill. "Another double for me, Aerin, and some draft for the ladies." He looked at Fen. "Got the drinks. Come meet me in the corner. We'll chat." He turned and walked back to his corner booth.

The glamour-disguised pixies looked at each other.

"I'm not carrying his bloody drink," Fen said darkly.