The night was quiet, the kind of silence that speaks louder than any siren. Connor leaned against his patrol car, his eyelids heavy from the weight of a long shift. The badge on his chest glinted under the streetlights.

A call came through the radio: a drunk driver, a minor crash, no major injuries. Routine, yet every call was a roll of the dice, and upon his arrival at the scene, he realized tha...

How was work?

Same old thing.

Boss a jerk?

Not too mean.

I love my job.

Doing hair is fun.

No dressing like a slob.

Salon fashion is one.

Being a doctor, though..

Sounds sorta stressful.

You’re rolling in dough.

While I’m very unrestful.

Why are we friends?

We get along great.

We’ve always fought then mend

Been friends since we were 8!

Watching each other

As we’ve taken life’s journey

Friends ...

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” Greg said with a tired smile. He waved away the unneeded menu the waitress only half-heartedly offered.

“I’m always here, you know that.” She cleared away the extra table setting she knew he wouldn’t need. “The usual then?”

“With a whiskey and Coke,” he agreed.

With a smile she was off, hair swinging behind her to get back to the half full bar. He watched...

One says goodbye. While the others says hello.

Billie was the gate keeper of life, while Willie was the gate keeper of death.

It was somewhat like a trade, Billie makes sure internally, the body was good to go. While, Willie dressed the body in rich, silky smooth clothes

Together, they held their hands and departure would begin.

Billie always wondered why Willie didn’t fear death, or why he wa...

“He’s a criminal, I’m a-“

“A lady of the law?” Selander offered.

“A decorated Lieutenant,” Nahara growled. “And we would very much like to access your vault.”

The balding clerk nodded quickly, a visible sheen of sweat prickling his forehead. “Of course, Lieutenant,” he mumbled, “a moment, if you please.”

He hopped down from his stool at the counter and waddled towards the back.

Selander ra...

My best friend is the Grim Reaper. He’s not as scary as everyone thinks. He’s got white hair, and his scythe is used to protect the lives of those who have passed. It’s really sweet when you think about it.

I, on the other hand, well, I’m a midwife. I help mothers bring life into the world. That’s actually how Grim and I met, I was helping a mother through a very traumatic birth and he was waiti...

“Oh! Did you hear?” Lexi leaned forward, the light from the coffee shop window glinting on her forehead. “Kathy’s pregnant!”

“No way! Kathy from freshman dorm?” I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “I haven’t talked to her in forever.”

“I saw her posting about it, so I reached out. She’s due in February.”

“Well tell her I said mazel tov.”

“Absolutely.” Lexi took the last bite of her sandwich, washi...

A little bell attached to the entrance door chimed and into the bakery walked a man in a very nice black suit with a black tie, polished black shoes and black aviator shades. He immediately walked past all the baguettes, croissants, and bagels to approach the counter. He stood for a small second at the empty counter and then yelled “Hey Herman, you in the back!?”

“Just one moment!” A gravelly vo...

(Part 2 of Bent On Clement)

A consumer’s fate lies in the skill of the preparer. Be it hatred or puffer fish, much training is required. I’ve worked to master both. Such exquisite delicacies are well worth the investment.

“Timing is everything,” Luca would always say. “Mind the clock before you spout your judgments, most especially when they’re true.”

“They’re always true,” came my consisten...

Was picking a wix seriously the smartest thing to do when the whole freaking point of this entire endeavour was to kill vampires? Did Eleanor want me to be used as some kind of tool for a vampire to curse people?

And, again, healer’s son here. Not a hunter. Like, the exact opposite of a hunter. I’m learning the art of healing, not hurting.

I voice a bit of this to her — “Look, I want to be a doc...