Melrosie

Taylor awoke to the paleness of dawn.  The blue hues of the silent morning lingered around her.  The cold bite of the earth pricked along her exposed skin.  Her lungs were covered in ice.  She sat up, wetting her dry, cracked lips.  The sharp taste of metal filled her mouth. She looked behind her to gaze at the cliff from which she feel.  But there was no cliff.  When she stood a pang of vertigo hit her like a freight train, and the throbbing pain in her head mimicked a nail being driven into her skull.  She took in her surroundings slowly, dream like haze beckoning her to lay back down.  Her vision cleared. Trees, as tall as New York skysc

Taylor’s feet pounded the dirt path, each step taking her deeper into the woods.  Her short breaths could be seen against the cool, night air.  It feels so good to be out of the city, she thought as she looked skyward; beyond the tree tops she could see the millions of stars twinkle back at her.  She smiled.  She hadn’t remembered seeing this many stars at night since she went on her last camping trip with her family.  That was 3 years ago though. She steadied her pace to catch her breath.  She only had a mile until she got back to the small cabin.  She checked her watch, 11:30pm.  She was due back to meet a friend of hers, Jacks

Claire stared out the window.  Ice lined the pane like a silver spiderweb as the snow fell in the darkness outside.  He loves me.. she thought.  When she was trapped in Grace’s mouth she swore she heard him say that.  She hugged her knees close to her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin and the smell of lilacs left over from her recent bath. After all was said and done at the Christmas Party, Jason and Claire said good-bye to their friends as they went home. She rested her head against her knees. The ride home was filled with silence.  Not that it was bad, it was more of the kind of silence that filled a person on a warm day.  The si

Just a small warning *possibly spoiler too* - there is soft vore in here. Just a heads up. Claire gasped for air; trying to stay focused as the world felt like it was caving in around her.  She felt like her lungs would collapse on her at any moment either from the sheer panic attack that she was experiencing or from Grace’s crushing hand grip.  Grace was saying something to her, or herself.  But it didn’t matter. I am going to die, she thought. She closed her eyes as thin lines of tears streaked down her flushed checks.  A small choking squeak escaped her throat as a mix of terror and her gasping for air.  She felt her stomach

Jason stood transfixed, staring at the man sitting at Thomas’ desk.  Papers sprawled out over the wooden surface; Jason’s name written at the top of each of them in bold ink. Hot, burning liquid boiled within Jason’s veins. “What are you doing here, dad?” He said, spitting the last word with enough malice to catch the man’s attention. The man waited, calculating for a short while. Slowly the man stood, matching the stature of Jason’s. He walked over to him. The man’s head shook, swaying his peppered hair as a deep, harsh chuckle escaped his throat. Jason’s heart beat harder as the man clo

Chad tapped his foot impatiently, and looked around the massive open room filled with co-workers and their guests.  He checked his phone again for what seemed like the twentieth time in the past hour.  He rested his shoulder against the wall, his consciousness somewhere else. “Don’t worry so much. I’m sure Jason and Claire are just sorting things out now. We can go check on them in a bit.” Thomas said, handing Chad a glass of scotch. “Does Jason even know where Claire is? I haven’t seen any sign of him.”  Chad replied, almost robotically taking the glass from Thomas in half stupor and taking a quick