Chapter 15

The phone rang in our suite waking both Mom and me.

“Hello,” Mom said.

“Oh my God, have you seen the news?”

It was Gloria, and she was beside herself.

“What news?”

Come back soon…Part two

I’m sitting up a little more and trying to clean my face and get the snuffles from crying out when my mom comes in.

I hurt looking at her. Well sorta looking at her if my head wasn’t hanging down so low.

She looks tired, like scared, hurt, worried and stressed out with no sleep tired.

My heart does a little hurting mewl because she doesn’t deserve that, not after everything she’s been through.

See, mom’s a breast cancer survivor.

Twenty Three — Part One
Man was making such a mess of the world in 2020, something had to be done, or womankind would be lost forever.

Surprise! Just when you thought it was safe...

Anyway, this little blurb has been in the back of my mind and hard drive for months, I debated releasing it...but what the heck, I'm a bit of a story purist, and Min is getting kind of loud again.

So here it is, standard disclaimers apply and all that.

CHAPTER 1
“For Christ’s sake, Siá¢n, we’ll not get there in time! She’s going to be on her own!”

“Yeah, but she’ll have Arris there, aye?”

“Yes, but this is make or break time, na?”

Patricia is now a totally free agent. She pursues her own agenda with ruthless efficiency. Elements and Themes listed apply to entire story, Rating to this submission. Thanks to Marina Kelly and Robyn Hoode for editorial assistance. My heartfelt thanks to those who have stuck with this rather lengthy story. The final chapters will be posted either very late Friday night or Saturday morning.

Jake and his friends looked forward to play Dragons Blood Online during their monthly LAN gaming session. It was going to be a big night now that their characters had finally all reached level 60. Sure, the forecast called for some rain and maybe a little thunder, but with an industrial strength UPS, who worried about the weather?

I first ran away from home when I was 10 years old, my mom had left two years earlier because of abuse from my dad. The first time I ran away, I was caught and two weeks later, I was returned home. The last time I changed my name and I ran away into New York City... I became what we called a street rat; living on and under the streets...

Twenty Three, Part Two

Getting to know yourself. First lesson.

Chapter six...let's see how this goes. Standard disclaimers apply of course. I would love all sorts of comments and criticism this time too,and so would the evil overlords that rule in the dark corners and bowers of man's domain. (get where I stole that line from right for internet rewards.)

Special thanks to the letter 5, the hounds of tindalos, and the person who messaged me over a perceived mistake for 3 days.
We may have literally argued the same point using different words, but I appreciated your attempts to set me straight.

Case File

It had been a pretty quiet day, and I was taking advantage of it to get some paperwork done when I got The Call.

“Massive Magic outburst at the Hotel MAcDonald.”