Ice-Fingered Mists & Truffle-Topped Monasteries

I have a frenemy. Her name: Descriptive Writing. She is difficult to figure out, elusive and slippery, and sometimes I get the feeling that she despises me. At times she’s willing to have a heart-to-heart chat over coffee, only to rush off mid-sentence for no apparent reason. But then there are times when she bares…

What I’ve Been Working On

It’s been difficult to separate out the good critiques from the non-constructive ones. But when several people suggest splitting my book into two parts, I think that’s reason to believe the suggestion is valid. So after a long inner debate with myself, I chopped my story in half and started working on making the first…

Lie Fifteen: So still not over him

Jasmine   The November air was bitingly chilly, but the water was warm.  I submerged myself once more, charging towards the other side of the pool, then swimming back to the start, only to repeat the cycle several more times.  When I finally lifted my head from the water, Coach applauded.  “4: 36.  Good job.”…

Firstling Chapter Sixteen: Book Lovers

The only thing on my mind was to run away as far as possible from that science building, filled with horrible, conceited science-minded jerks.  The tears drifted off my face and into the wind, evaporating before they hit the pavement.  I had no idea where I was going, only that I wanted to be close…

Firstling Chapter Fifteen: Unassuming Professor

The fact that I was wanted dead was not a valid excuse for never going out alone again, despite Khit’s protests.  I refused to cower in fear, and besides, I still had school.  Khit had his own classes to teach, and he couldn’t be by my side twenty-four-seven.  In the end, we compromised, and I…

Firstling Chapter Fourteen: Princess Awakes

“You stupid girl.  Why’d you go and drink half the carton?”  The snappish question came from Nia, who was glaring daggers at the bedridden Liana. “Because I’m stupid like you said,” Liana answered weakly.  She still looked extremely pale.  But then she glared at Stacy, who sat back comfortably in a chair by the bed. …

Firstling Chapter Thirteen: Undercover Rat

It took me awhile to fall asleep, as I was trying to puzzle out the culprit.  I knew Khit was wide-awake as well, thinking about the same thing.  But eventually, I dozed off, and when I finally opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the window.  Slowly stretching, I looked around to find Khit…

Lie Twelve: I swear my symptoms are improving…sort of

Adam   Having finally finished yearbook duties for the day, I was about to head for the bus stop when someone tapped my shoulder.  “You’re not thinking of going to work, are you?” Jasmine’s voice rang out accusingly.  I turned towards her and noted that her hair was wet.  She’d probably just got off from…

Firstling Chapter Twelve: Poisoned Apple Juice

Trying not to panic, I moved quickly, first shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to cover Liana’s body for decency’s sake.  Then I shouted for Khit. He came running, as did Stacy and Nia.  I heard my roommates’ collective gasp of horror as they took in the blood-streaked bathroom. “One of you call…

Firstling Chapter Eleven: Alluring Boyfriend

For the rest of the week, Khit drove me to school and back home, marking my daily habits so closely that I felt like some lab rat.  The only times I left my apartment were to attend class.  Other than that, I locked myself in my room, with no human contact.  I had two midterms—physiology…