Chapter 2

I have no idea how long I slept. I remember Taylor shaking me and it was still dark. He made me sip something with really sweet molasses like flavor and lots of stuff like cinnamon and ginger in it, it made my throat tickle and made my cough a bit.

Jesse sat in his apartment. He was daydreaming again. It was always the same dream. The girl stood on a hill, her long white dress and shoulder length brown hair blowing in the wind. She always had a look of absolute love in her eyes.

Becoming Free

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio

A Second Chance   by Kelly Blake   Edited and Proofed by Drea DiMaggio and Alison Mary Artwork provided by the Incorrigible Belle Meade

...I knew what had happened. As one of the cops approached me and started to speak to me, I heard not a single word. I merely saw his mouth move as tears began to fall from my eyes.

I remember little else from that evening other than finding myself in my old room, now occupied by Corie, and Kate alongside me in the bed. Owen and Meg were gone. We would never be able to speak, or touch, or laugh, or cry with them again. My life, and Kate’s, as we knew it, had come to a most bitter end.

The Runner Part 3

By Trashy Trisha

Marty found Tammy stretched out on the girl’s room floor. Being the concerned and loving partner she was, Marty jammed Tammy in the ribs several times with the toe of her shoe before announcing to the gathered crowd that yes…indeed…she was alive.

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson

Part 2 -- February

Sunday, February 4, 1872

Theo, Elizabeth, Laura, and Arsenio moved into one of the empty rows of chairs set up in the school for the Sunday worship service. They picked up the hymnals that were placed on two of the seats and sat down.

Elizabeth tugged on Laura's sleeve. "Who is that young woman up there in front," she whispered, pointing to the group seated on either side of the altar, "and what is she doing sitting there with -- those _are_ your church elders, aren't they?"

At long last, Carol feels the man in Seat 17C could be the man she has been awaiting; a snowstorm interrupts and soon the man is missing; her love endures in the mystery of his disappearance, always ready to be rekindled. But the man has a secret.

Leaning her head back away from me, her dark chocolate brown eyes gazed up into mine for a moment.  “Please excuse me!”  Suddenly those captivating eyes vanished and I heard her running behind me.

Freezeframe

Copyright  © 2010 Kaho Nakamura

To See Through a Glass Darkly
by Anam Chara

Chapter 4