This was a bit of an experiment. I’m sure the grammar nazis will have much to say about my punctuation. I’m still one week behind my weekly challenge…
“Omg girl, where have you been?”
“You’re not going to believe this. I was having a salad at that sidewalk café on Main St…”
“Oh, did you have that one with the kale and quinoa?”
“No, I like the one with the spinach and strawberry vinaigrette.”
“That’s really good, too.”
“Anyway, I was just digging in when this cute guy throws himself into the other seat at my table. He grabs a roll of silverware off the next table and gets a forkful of my salad.”
“Rude! Wait, how cute was he?”
“He looks like Ryan from All My Friends.”
“Oh yeah, he’s hot.”
“Pretend we’re together for a few minutes and I’ll make it worth your while.” He says.
“Did you tell him to get lost?”
“I would have, but then, these other guys come running down the street. One stops right in front of us. I can see a gun in his jacket.”
“Did you cover for the guy?”
So, he whispers in my ear, “Pretend that I’m telling you something flirty.”
“I kind of smile and giggle. The guy with the gun finally moves on.”
“Thanks.”, The guys says, sitting back in his chair.
“Then he throws a twenty on the table and runs off.”
“Twenty? That’s making it worth your while?”
“Well, I didn’t even have time to care about that. The guys with the guns came running back. The one that had stopped before looks at me.”
“Where’s the guy that was sitting with you?”, he asks.
“Um…he went to the bathroom?”, I say.
“Wait, why did you cover for him?”
“They had guns. I didn’t want to seem like I was a part of whatever was going on.”
“Oh, that’s smart.”
The guy says, “Bathroom? I have reports of a man matching his description running out of the other entrance.”
I say, “Well, he told me that’s where he was going.”
Another of the guys, comes back and says, “We’ve looked at camera footage from three different businesses. It was him.”
The first guy says, “Ma’am, I’m not sure how you fit into all of this but, you’re going to have to came with us.”
I say, “I’m not going anywhere with you. What’s going on anyway?”
The man pulls out his wallet and shows me a FBI badge. He tells me, “I’m agent Rice. The man that sat at your table was Heathcliff Ross. He’s an international jewel thief. We’ve been chasing him since his bus pulled in yesterday.”
I say, “Okay, so what does any of that have to do with me? I mean, the guy just sat down and asked me to play along.”
Rice says, “Ross is very good at hiding his identity. He’s so good that none of us have seen his face. You have. He doesn’t usually leave witnesses like this. We need to get you somewhere safe.”
“I’m sorry but I have to get going. It’s my friend’s dog’s birthday.”, I explain.
He says, “Your friend’s dog? Ma’am you’re in danger?”
“Hold up, did you explain how important Mr. Tinkles is? And how his pool party birthday is the bash of the whole summer?”
“I tried. Before I knew it, they were loading me and my salad into a van.”
“Wait. Why the salad?”
“He ate some of it. They wanted his DNA. They grabbed the fork and napkin, too.”
“Was the van like the ones on tv? Was it full of cool equipment and computers?”
“No, it was just a windowless van with benches along either side. Agent Rice sat across from me. I couldn’t see where we were going, but we were going fast. I almost slid off when we hit a sharp corner. Then we slammed to a stop and this other guy gets in.”
Rice says, “Emily, this is Stanley. He’s a sketch artist. I need you to tell him everything you remember about Ross.”
“You gave them your real name?”
“I had to, they went through my purse when we got in the van. They saw my license. So, I start to tell them, just like I told you. Agent Rice sighs at me.”
He says, “We need a description.”
I say, “I just did.”
Stanley says, “He looks like a guy from a tv show, isn’t a description.”
I say, “Well that’s not my fault.”
Rice says, “Maybe it is. Maybe you think Heathcliff Ross is cute and want to help him. Maybe you are actually his accomplice and that’s why he showed you his face.”
I say, “That’s crazy. You think I might be an international jewel thief?’
“He starts to say something, but it feels like we hit a bump. The van shook so hard, I banged my head on the wall. The van rocks a second time and Stanley gets knocked on to the floor. Agent Rice goes up front to see what’s going on.”
“He tells us to Hang on to something because we’re being rammed.”
“Rammed? Like in the movies?”
“Yeah, except movies don’t show how much it hurts. We were thrown around the van. I landed on Stanley twice before I just stayed on the floor. The salad is going everywhere. Finally, the van spins, I almost throw up, and we hit something really hard. I sit up as, the back door opens, and this woman is standing there with a gun.”
“Come with me, now.”, she says to me in an accent.
“Not so fast, Malta.” Stanley says.
“I look over at him. He has his own gun and it’s pointing at the woman. I think, I’m about to get in the middle of a gun fight. The only weapon, I have is the fork that I’m sitting on.”
“What could you do with a fork? I mean, she had a gun.”
“You know that I took those self-defense lessons at the gym.”
“MY trainer didn’t mention forks but, I wasn’t going to get kidnapped without a fight.”
“You go girl.”
“Well, I have my fork ready but, Agent Rice comes out of nowhere and tackles the woman. They both go flying back out the door. Stanley and I both go to watch. They’re fighting in the dirt.”
Malta says, “We just want the girl.”
Rice says, “You know I can’t let you have her.”
She’s out of breath as she punches, “We’re going to get her one way or another.”
“I jump when I hear a bang and Stanley falls back into the van. It takes me a minute to realize that he’s been shot.”
“Not Stanley, he’s my favorite. Is he okay?”
“I don’t get a chance to find out because, someone grabs my shoulder. My self-defense training worked because I turn around and aim for the face with my fork.”
“Did It work?”
“Yes, I get the guy right in the eye. He’s screaming, I’m screaming, and there’s blood everywhere. The fork is just stuck there. Suddenly, there’s a lot of FBI people and an ambulance. Agent Rice leads me to a car and lets me clean the blood off my hands.”
“Well that was dramatic.”, he says.
“Dramatic? I guess if you work in the FBI, you see this kind of stuff all the time but, I don’t. It’s a lot more than dramatic for me.”, I say.
For the first time ever, I see him grin. He says, “Even in the FBI, I don’t see people get stabbed with forks, very often.”
Another agent comes over, she says, “Malta and the others got away but, we have Morris in custody. He’s on his way to the hospital. Stanley is too, he should be alright. It was just a flesh wound. The good news is, Morris is already talking. He says, someone is paying them to get something back that Ross stole. Ross told them that he would trade them for the girl.”
Rice says to me, “Wait here, I want to talk to him myself.”
“He locks me in, like I’m some kind of criminal. At least he leaves it running so I’m not hot. That’s when I saw the time on the clock and I realized that I was totally missing your party.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“They took my phone with my purse. It was still in the crashed van. All I had on me was the twenty that I’d shoved in my pocket. Anyway, Rice comes back and gets in the driver’s seat.”
“Morris didn’t have anything to add. I’m taking you to a safehouse.”, he says.
I tell him, “Just take me home. Ross doesn’t know where I live or anything.”
“Malta and Morris are very bad people. They’re a lot more dangerous than Ross. They will find you.”
I say, “Well can I have my purse and phone?”
He says, “The van is already on its way to the yard. We’ll get it later.”
“You know, the last person who tried to kidnap me got stabbed with a fork.”, I say, trying to sound brave.
He smiles, as he says, “I’ll be careful.”
“He drives us to Fairhope.”
“That gated community where the mayor lives?”
“Yup, Rice just punches in a code and the gate opens. Then we pull up to a driveway with its own gate and code. The house is a mini-mansion.”
As we pull into the garage, Rice says, “This was a mafia Don’s place. On paper the house was auctioned off after we put him in jail.”
“The place is huge. It’s all done with modern furniture, not my taste at all.”
“Ugh. I hate that, you’ve got to have a little personality in your house.”
“This place looked like a showroom at a furniture store.”
Rice says, “Make yourself at home. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen.”
I say, “is there a shower and maybe something I can wear that’s not covered in dirt from the van and Morris’s blood?”
He says, “There’s five bathrooms and six bedrooms full of stuff upstairs. Help yourself.”
“You should have seen this place. Each room I looked in was bigger than the last. Most of the showers were big enough to have a party in. Then, I find the closet. It was full of designer clothes, all in my size. And, all the way in the back was a secret door to the most amazing bathroom I’d ever seen.”
“Did you take any of the clothes?”
“Most of it was way out of date but, I found a few things that I wanted. When I come out of my extra- long shower. I wrap myself in the softest bathrobe ever and I hear shouting from downstairs.”
“Where is the girl?”, I hear.
“I sneak to the top of the stairs. Malta and two guys have Agent Rice tied to a kitchen chair.”
“Tell me, you found a window to jump out of.”
“No, I started trying to think of a distraction, so I could free Rice.”
“Well, while I was standing there, a hand covers my mouth.”
“I need your pants.”, Heathcliff Ross whispers.
“What?”, I whisper back.
“That twenty I gave you, I saw you put in your pocket at the restaurant.”
“Well, I realized that I had my distraction. I turned sharply, and he went tumbling down the stairs. I had to hold on to the bannister to keep from falling myself. He landed right at Malta’s feet.
Malta asked, “What are you doing here?”
“In the minute that everyone was looking at him, I snuck down and hide behind the loveseat. From there, I could untie Rice without notice.”
Ross says, “Looking for the girl. If I get to her first, I owe you nothing. With all the noise you alerted her, she’s probably long gone now.”
Malta says, “Or she’s behind that couch.”
“I looked over and saw that there’s a mirror right next to me. I stand up as the two bad guys run at me. Agent Rice jumps up and tackles both of them. One gets knocked out right off but the other puts up a fight. Malta comes at me from the other direction. I manage to dodge her. Rice is now fighting with Ross. They knock into me and I fall on Malta. I hold her down until Agent Rice finishes with Ross. We’re just tying them up as Rice’s backup shows up.”
Agent Rice says, “I can’t believe Ross risked so much just to get you.”
I say, “Oh on the stairs, he wanted the twenty he gave me earlier.”
“I go up and get it out of my pocket.”
“So, did you figure out what was so special?”
“Yes, it had the number of a locker at the bus station and the combo for the briefcase full of jewels that was in it. I spent the rest of the night at the FBI headquarters. I finally got my purse back and a ride home about an hour ago.”
“I kind of think you just made all that up because you didn’t want to come to my party.”
“Fine then I guess you don’t want the dress I found for you, or meet Agent Rice.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
A coworker once stamped her feet and exclaimed, “I was into vampires before Twilight. I bet these kids have never even heard of Buffy.”
I, of course, replied. “I was into vampires long before Buffy.”
She horrified me, by telling me that she had been in middle school when Buffy came out.
I can’t say what got me started. I remember growing up, loving all things vampire and werewolf. Everything from Manamil to Count Duckula. (Yes both of those were things) As I got older my interests expanded into fairies and witches, pretty much anything that was outside the norm.
Over the years I’ve become quite the expert. Yes, I’m a supernatural snob. These tales can’t be clichéd but can’t go too far from the legends. I can also tell from the first sentence if the writer has knowledge of things or is just jumping on the bandwagon.
I do fear that people will see what I’m writing and pass it by, thinking “oh it’s just another of those stories”. But, I hold myself to those same standards. In my writing, I try to create my own world with a touch of the legends.
They say write about what you know. I also believe that you should write about what you love. Maybe along the way I can ignite the passion in other too.
This is a short story introducing characters for a YA series—
The sun shining through a crack in the blinds, woke Logan out of a sound sleep. The soft whir of the air conditioner, was the only thing that broke the silence. It was summer and he’d done his best to be able to sleep in. He had even stapled the curtains shut but, every morning the sun found a way through. He suspected that his mom had something to do with it because there was always a list of chores waiting for him. Today, he already knew what she wanted, which meant it was time to get up.
He sat up, looked around, and realized that he wasn’t alone in the bed. He couldn’t see anything of the girl curled up next to him, except, a bit of silver hair. He slowly remembered the night before; Collin’s party, the bottle of vodka that he’d lifted from his brother’s stash, and meeting Kirby.
She’d been cute, in a goth sort of way, dressed all in black velvet and combat boots. She wasn’t his usual type, but, they’d both been wasted and she’d come on to him. So he’d snuck her home.
His phone rang somewhere on the floor, he scrambled to grab it. “What?” He mumbled.
The excited voice that rang through his hung-over head belonged to his cousin. Logan sighed, he’d made a deal with his mom after the last time, he’d missed curfew. He’d promised to hang out with Xavier for the day. His family was worried that the guy was becoming antisocial. Logan wasn’t sure about antisocial, but he was pretty sure his cousin was crazy.
Xavier had always been jumping from one obsession to another. For the last few years, he was into all things supernatural. Last summer he’d gone around “ghost hunting”. Dragging Logan to a few supposedly haunted places, they didn’t find any. Who knew what it was this time.
Logan ignored what his cousin was saying.
“Dude, I’m not feeling well. Can we do this tomorrow?”
Again, Logan didn’t pay much attention to his cousin’s rantings. He just registered it was louder and faster. Finally, he hung up and laid back down. The small female form snuggled contently up against him almost immediately. Logan closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, when his bedroom door slammed open and someone turned the lights on.
Logan tried to pull the covers over his head, but Kirby sat up groaning. Her long silver hair stuck out in every direction and she blinked a few times, as if she wasn’t sure where she was.
“What the hell?” Logan exclaimed.
Xavier stood in the doorway uncomfortably, looking between them. It was obvious from the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting Logan to have company. “Who’s that?” He asked suspiciously.
Logan yawned, ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. “Kirby. Kirby this is Xavier, my cousin.”
“Bathroom!” Kirby responded and leapt from the bed. She picked her clothes up off the floor and went for the door. They both watched as she ran from the room.
“A girl? You’re ditching me for a girl?”
Logan looked at his cousin. They shared the same dark brown hair, but Logan’s was long and thick and Xavier kept his short at a mom approved length. They also had the same mahogany colored eyes. Logan however, was almost a foot taller. The physical differences aside, they had almost opposite personalities. Logan was laid back, where Xavier was a bit intense. Somehow, they usually managed to get along.
“I’m not ditching you. I met her at a party last night, that’s all. But, you do know, the only reason I’m doing this at all is, because it’s better than being grounded.”
Logan started looking around for some pants.
“I know that. My mom is making me hang out with you too. Apparently, I’m not social enough.”
“Yeah, well, if you weren’t such a weirdo maybe you’d have more friends.” Logan slid his long legs into a pair of cleanish jeans.
The door pushed open and Kirby stepped back in. She really was petite, even a bit shorter than Xavier. She’d slipped her dress back on in the bathroom and gotten most of last night’s make up off. Still, she looked pale, with impossibly blue eyes that peeked out from under long bangs. She stopped just in the doorway as both cousins looked her way.
“Morning boys.” She said with a mischievous smile, “What are you guys up to?”
“None of your business.” Xavier responded.
Logan glared at him before saying, “Not sure yet.”
“Good”, she said, “Would you mind driving me to my car?”
“Why can’t you find your own way home or just call someone to pick you up here?” Xavier asked.
She started to explain. “Xavier, is it? First of all Xavier, I don’t even know where here is….”
Logan interrupted, “Of course we’ll give you a ride. Where is your car?” “My friend Layla’s house. We went to the party together, but when I met you, I told her to drive herself home.”
She began looking under the bed for her thigh highs.
“Ok. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
Logan slipped a t-shirt over his head and grabbed his shoes.
Kirby had located her boots and put them on, so she out the door first. “Hey wait a minute.” Xavier said,” I’m on a timetable. I don’t have time for you to be carting some girl around. And this is kind of a secret mission.”
“Well it’s my car and I want to help her. The more you bitch, the longer it’s going to take.” Logan returned, then relented, “We’ll swear her to secrecy. If it makes you feel better.”
“Fine”, He sighed, “Let’s just go.”
Kirby had already made her way out to the driveway, where Logan’s car was. The station wagon had been through his two older brothers and before that, his mom. At some point it had been painted black and was covered in stickers, but underneath, it was still a station wagon. Still, a car was a car, and it’d been free. Logan unlocked the doors and they got in.
“Alright, Xavier. Where to first?”
“I need to get some stuff out of my garage. Run by my house.” Logan looked back at Kirby who’d climbed into the backseat.
“Are you ok with that? Do you have to be anywhere?” He asked Kirby. “No, I’m good.”
Xavier and his mom lived just a few blocks from Logan, so they were there in just a few minutes. While he ran into the house for whatever it was he needed, Logan chatted with Kirby. Really, it was the first time they’d actually talked.
With what little of the night he remembered, he’d actually liked her from the minute he saw her. She had this easy going way about her.
“So you don’t go to Carmichael do you?”
“No, I actually go to a private school, Emery.”
A small chirp came from her bag. She reached in and pulled out a phone. Immediately, she began texting.
“Great. Layla took my car to visit her boyfriend.”
“That’s okay, hang with us.”
“You don’t have to be nice to me. I mean last night was great, but, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I know I don’t. Last night WAS great, but I’m being nice because I want to. Besides, you can keep me from killing Xavier, when he starts getting really obnoxious.”
“You mean it gets worse?”
“Oh yeah. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Xavier came down the driveway lugging a big cardboard box. Logan hurried to the back of the car and lowered the gate. He heard glass bottles rattle as Xavier slid the box in. He tried to peek, but the other boy leaned over it. They all climbed back into the car and Logan asked,”Where to next?” Xavier answered, “Well where we are dropping the girl off?” “Um she’s actually coming with, and her name is Kirby” “Seriously! Come on Logan, I have things to do, that I don’t need an audience for.”, Xavier pouted.
“I don’t want to say again; my car, my rules. Kirby, any requests?” “Coffee would be awesome.” She said, glancing up from her phone. “Coffee it is.”
Logan completely ignored his cousin.
“So”, Kirby started, “Xavier, what’s the big deal about today?” “Why are you asking?” He responded suspiciously.
Logan butted in, “It’s called conversation. She’s trying to be friendly. You should try it sometime.”
They pulled up to the coffeehouse, only Logan and Kirby got out. He took Kirby’s hand as they walked across the parking lot. She held his hand, kind of swinging it a bit. He’d grabbed it just to piss Xavier off, and she seemed to know. This made him smile a bit.
They ordered the same thing, large latte with white mocha and extra whipped cream. It was Logan’s usual coffee and from the looks of it, it was Kirby’s too. Who knew buying a cup of coffee could turn into a romantic moment. Xavier was still pouting when they got back to the car. It seemed that he’d decided to just pretend Kirby wasn’t in the car.
Speaking to Logan, he said, “We need to go to the hobby store. I need to get some chalk.”
Kirby sat in back drinking her coffee. Not one to be ignored, she asked, “So seriously, what are we doing?”
Xavier sighed, but relented.”Ok. See, last year I was hunting ghosts, so I started researching stories. I was trying to find places that might be haunted. Well I found a book on demonology. So I had to try it.”
“There were instructions on how to raise a demon.”, He said.
“A demon? Seriously? Even if that were possible, why would you want to do it?” She asked.
“To prove it can be done.” He explained.
“So you’re one of those, there’s something out there guys?” she asked. “Definitely.” He said.
“What are you going to do with the demon after you get it here?” she asked.
“Um keep it! If I have a real demon, I’d be famous.” he said. They pulled into the parking lot of the big craft supply store. They all piled out of the car and went in. Xavier led the way to the art section. He huffed when he saw the chalk selection.
“It’s all gone! How do they run out of chalk?”
He went off to find a sales clerk.
“I think he likes you.” Logan said.
“Really? How can you tell?” She asked, looking up from her phone. “That was the longest I’ve ever seen him talk to someone who wasn’t family.”
Xavier came back, carrying a clear plastic bag. He held it up. It was shaped like a lady’s purse. Inside was a jump rope, a set of jacks, and some pink chalk.
“Its pink.” he lamented.
“What are you doing with it, anyway?” she asked.
“I probably won’t even use it, but I may need it to write some symbols on the floor. Pink will work, but it’s not what I was picturing.”
Back in the car, Xavier directed them to the state park, just out of town. Kirby had taken command of the backseat again. Suddenly she looked up from her incessant texting and said,” Logan turn up the radio. I love this song.”
When Logan heard the song, he replied,” I really like this one too. Have you heard the whole album?”
“Yes. Hey they’ll be here next month. We should go.” She said, “If you want to, I mean.”
“Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” He said.
Xavier interrupted,”You two are cute. Why don’t you get a room?” “We had one”, Logan responded testily,”You made us leave it, to help you with your insanity.”
Logan pulled in the turn off to the park. When he saw the banner over the entrance, he chuckled. Xavier was not as amused.
“Girl Scout jamboree?! There’s 10,000 girl scouts on my sacred space.’ “So does this mean we can just go home?” Kirby asked.
“No, I had a second site in mind. That’s what the chalk is for.”
He led them back to the car. He gave Logan directions to a dirt road and an old barn. The barn was covered in no trespassing signs and the doors were chained shut.
They followed Xavier around the back and watched him pull up several loose boards. He slipped in through the opening. Logan and Kirby slid in right behind him.
Inside, the building seemed solid enough. It was warm but not hot and the air was very still.
“Give me your keys.” he said to Logan,” I need to get my supplies.” He handed the keys and started exploring. The barn hadn’t been used in a while. It looked like it was now being used for storage. There were, what looked like bits of farm equipment covered in tarps. A long work table ran along one wall. Kirby had hopped up on the work table and smiled slyly at him, before, giving all of her attention to her phone.
Xavier’s rattling box pushed through the missing boards just before the boy himself eased in. He picked up the box and carried it over to the table. He started rummaging through it, pulling items out and setting them on the table. He paused a minute and then began to moved things in the box around frantically.
“It’s not here! I know it was here, when I left the house.” He said. “What’s not here?” Logan asked.
“My book. It had the instructions in it.”,Xavier replied.
“Soooo, we’re done here? “, Kirby asked.
“No, the moon and sun are in a special alignment with Pluto. This has to be done today. I pretty much have it memorized.” Xavier said.
He opened the box of chalk and pulled a piece out. He started drawing a big circle surrounded by strange symbols on the wood floor. Logan sat next to Kirby and watched.
Xavier got, what looked like sand, out if a jar and began sprinkling it onto the symbols. He chanted in a weird language as he did it.
Slowly, in the center of circle a bright light appeared. It was small, about the size of a bumblebee. But as Logan watched, it grew. He heard Kirby sigh next him. She slid off the table and set her phone down.
Logan didn’t know which way to turn. The bright light in front of Xavier was getting bigger. Then Kirby started to emit a soft glow of her own. He stared at her as the glow grew. It was almost like she was coated in it. Xavier glanced over and his eyes got wide.
The glow gathered and narrowed to a point in the middle of her back. It became fierce and too bright to see. Both boys looked away. When the light subsided, Logan turned back around.
Kirby had wings! They looked like costume angel wings, but so much softer. And they weren’t white or black, but a really pale grey.
Xavier whispered, “OH my god. I was right.”
“Yeah you were right, unfortunately. Now all I can do is see it through.” She said.
The light had grown to the size of a door. Xavier was standing directly in front of it. Kirby stepped forward and shoved him. He fell backwards and disappeared into the swirling light.
Once he was through, the door started to shrink down. Logan watched, frozen, as the light faded into nothing.
Everything went very still and quiet. Logan turned to Kirby, who was back on her phone, but still sported those amazing wings. She sat back on the table, but instead of hopping she floated a bit.
With her sitting on the table, they were almost eye to eye.
He started, “What the hell…”
Kirby looked up and shrugged, “He’s going to find all the answers he wants now.”
“But you….” He stuttered, “What are you.”
“I’m an angel.” She said.
Logan only tried to process it for a minute, “But last night…I mean aren’t you supposed to be pure?”
She laughed, “I’m not that kind of angel.”
“So you’re evil?”
“Nope. I work for both sides. There are things that need to be done, especially in the mortal world, that neither angels nor demons want to do. So they send out the swords. That’s us.”
“And sending people into the underworld!? How am I supposed to explain this to my family?” He asked.
She smiled at him and slid her hands to either side of his face, “Don’t worry. He’s just going to be shown the error of his ways. He’ll be returned right after. By morning, he should be soundly at home.”
“Then what?” He said suspiciously.
“Then he either moves on to a more productive hobby or he winds up going away forever.” She explained.
A car honked outside and Kirby slid to her feet, “Well, that’s my ride.”
“Afraid so”, She said,” I have some place to be.”
“I did have a nice time last night. And, today too.” she stepped up and braced herself against his chest as she rose on tiptoe. She leaned up to kiss him and. Despite his confusion, he kissed her back. He slid his hands around her waist and they brushed the base of her wings. He discovered that they were as soft as they looked.
The car honked again and she stepped back. As he watched her turn and go, the wings faded from sight. Logan stood in the dusty room and tried to make sense of his day. When he realized it wasn’t happening, he turned and went out to his car.
Later that night, Logan thought about the events of the day. He’d been able to cover Xavier’s absence. Fortunately, his mom was working the night shift so she wouldn’t know that he wasn’t really staying over.
It was Kirby that his mind kept wandering to. Part of him was mad that she’d lied. And what did it mean that she was an angel? But, in all that, he realized that he really liked her.
As he was thinking, a figure appeared at the end of his bed. He’d now know that small shape anywhere.
“What? Did you forget, you had to flush my goldfish down the toilet?” He quipped.
“I don’t know. Did he try to raise a demon capable of plunging the world into a thousand years of darkness?” She asked as she slipped her shoes off. She crawled into to bed and snuggled up against him.
Logan smiled, “No, but maybe you should stick around and keep an eye on my sister’s hamster. It’s been looking a bit evil lately.”
With that, he leaned down and kissed her.
Actors always say that being themselves, is the hardest role to play. I think the same can be said for me. Fiction comes easy for me, as I slip into the mind of my characters. Getting into my own head however, is a completely different story. Every few months I decide that I really have too many things to say.
So I log into livejournal or wordpress and I try to get my thoughts organized. I sit staring at my enemy, the blank page, with its judgy little cursor. And by the time I get my well thought out, spontaneous words, we are well into the next month. So much for putting out a weekly blog.
I usually have other excuses, not having a proper work space, not having enough time, and I my phone that connects me to facebook. I know that these are not legitimate excuses. It is true that writers have written in the middle of war zones, with actual typewriters. Writers pull all-nighters, sneaking an hour or two after the kids go to bed. My family and friends will live if it takes me more than a minute to wish them a happy birthday or “like” the newest picture of their cat.
So then what is my real excuse? I want it to be smart, grammatically correct, and thought provoking. This kind of perfection doesn’t come easy. So I sit and pour over line after line, making sure its amazing.
So, I’ve been working on this one for a few days and I think its a good as its going to get. Oh well, most actors are mumbly and incoherent when doing interviews.