If staying home would solve this rift with Charlotte, he might have considered it. As he packed, she watched, scribbling her deepest thoughts, like how she would kill him the moment she became a vampire. They argued; Patrick called selfish for abandoning her in favour of open spaces where bears will eat him; Patrick teasedContinue reading “Patrick: Granite Falls”
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Patrick: A New Low
His head whirled with the responsibility for his sister, she wanted to stay in Newcrest to finish school, and despite Eliza’s offer of assistance, he was Charlotte’s guardian. An undecided future, Patrick looked to girlfriend Gemma, for comfort, unconvinced of anything beyond the physical attraction. Straddling him, Gemma massaged his templed, moving her hand toContinue reading “Patrick: A New Low”
Patrick: Bearded Responsibility
Comment on how he looked like Rylan saw Patrick decide a beard would be a good look as he celebrated his eighteenth birthday. The additional insult came with the birthday party that failed to transpire. His friends preferred the new club in Windenberg, leaving his costume themed evening after paying their respects and shoving giftsContinue reading “Patrick: Bearded Responsibility”
Eliza: Love Day
Eliza set her sights on the dream; her role changed from oversized mascot to cheerleader, and a coveted team position, was in sight after a conversation with the manager. He observed her, the team spirit, energy and effort she was putting in to master the drills. Long term, Eliza needed to consider her future, unsureContinue reading “Eliza: Love Day”
Milly: What is Normal?
Normal had come with an abundance of chaos; in their former life, Ziva would take Fiona walking, Vicky prepared breakfast, and Milly brought the chaos. Their daughter chased the cats, splashed water in the bathroom or would have the sudden recollection her was homework was incomplete. Since Winterfest, Vicky struggled to find the motivation; MillyContinue reading “Milly: What is Normal?”
Charlotte: “The Talk”
Part One Charlotte knew, zero doubts in her mind that she had, at the tender age of sixteen, met the man, her eternal partner. Heartbeat rapid, cheeks glowed, a text from him made her float, the joy she spread infected the house. Emilie mused; Charlotte proclaimed to love a man she had met twice. HeContinue reading “Charlotte: “The Talk””
Patrick: Kiss Me Quick
Distracted, Patrick’s room remained unpacked as he courted Gemma. He had watched her, nerves getting the better of him each time he tried to ask her on a date. Homework failed to inspire the romantic vibes intended but determined to make it work in his favour. Emilie pulled a pan from the box, feeling theirContinue reading “Patrick: Kiss Me Quick”
Charlotte: Crush
Despite Eliza’s many visits in the weeks following their father’s death, presents remained unopened; the decorations hung solemn, a stark reminder of Winterfest. Emilie retreated, grieved in solitude; Charlotte made an unkind remark, Rylan was neither husband nor father, he was a man whose time belonged to himself. Her mother, tired of arguments, kept distancingContinue reading “Charlotte: Crush”
Eliza: New Year
Constant bleaching dried her hair; it fizzed and broke easier; Eliza had loved the blonde; it made a statement, empowered her independence, stood for her teenage rebellion. Rylan’s death brought home the reality of what she rejected and the relationship which remained broken. The mirror reflected her dyed black locks; they curled beneath her chin,Continue reading “Eliza: New Year”
Vicky: Rocks in the Storm
Silence, as Grim disappeared through the black smoke, the family stood in shock. Simon rested a firm, supportive hand on Vicky’s shoulder as she continued to cling to Alexis, her life raft in the grieving sea. The festive tunes cut through the din, prompting Liam to hit mute. Outside, snow fell, the distant sea lapped,Continue reading “Vicky: Rocks in the Storm”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 