The Simple Things. Chapter Nine.
#9 of the simple things the simple things chapter nine by roofles i woke not in a smelly armpit belonging to a chocolate labrador but on the floor, face first against the scratchy brown carpet. it almost missed where i was before, almost.
Among the Stars. Chapter Fourteen.
Among the stars chapter fourteen by roofles the ornate doorway, carved from some sort of soft metal, opened for them as cyclone pulled on the brass knocker. soft white light flooded the hallway, momentarily blinding them.
My Lie-On Valentine. Chapter Two.
My lie-on valentine chapter two by roofles lunch was just beginning as the two sat down outside a coffee shop to go over the game plan. “just hire someone.” mandy shrugged her shoulders.
My Lie-On Valentine. Chapter Three.
My lie-on valentine chapter three by roofles ambrosia was a small, but fancy restaurant that law had only been to once before. he and brett had gone on their ninth date. the cougar setting everything up.
Among the Stars. Chapter Thirteen.
Among the stars chapter thirteen by roofles “ah, there we go. found it, the main issue.” isaac typed away on the console. “there is no power source on the ship at all… did they steal it?”
Broken Pieces. Chapter Thirty-Three.
Broken pieces chapter thirty-three by roofles “you know you can trust me, right, logan?" the words rung in the air as if bosch had said them. the ringing might've been from the bullet that had been fired.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Thirty-One.
Broken pieces chapter thirty-one by roofles is it nature or nurture that defines a person. that makes them who they are. was mikhail always doomed to become a monster being born a tiger? tasting red for the first time?
Ocean Depths. Chapter 36.
#38 of ocean depths ocean depths chapter 36 by roofles they had talked about it, discussed it and had long conversation on the matter several nights before. with everything going on the man had figured the otter would drop the subject.
Dirty Laundry. Chapter Eighteen.
Dirty laundry chapter eighteen by roofles it was thanksgiving morning and the police officers had everything set up.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Thirty-Two.
Broken pieces chapter thirty-two by roofles alan woke with a blinding headache. literally. he opened his eyes and only saw darkness.
The Simple Things. Chapter Twenty-two.
#22 of the simple things the simple things chapter twenty-two by roofles it was a sweltering hot day by the time i got back to richard's. my hotel room, provided to me by the company, just wasn't worth going back too.
The Simple Things. Chapter Seventeen.
#17 of the simple things the simple things chapter seventeen by roofles "what ya' doin', hun?" richard asked as he lazed on top of me.