Guardian Angel: Part One


I can’t feel my legs.

It sounds so damn cliché, but I really can’t.

My feet are suspended in mid air, hanging next to each other like two wooden planks. My body is immobile and it also feels unusually heavy.

Nothing is in focus, and I’m desperately struggling to stay awake. I’m insanely light headed, and right now, my brain feels like a huge chunk of boiled Play-Doh.

I feel like shit. Read More

April Fool’s Gold: Part One

I place the gold medallion in my hand, holding it like the prized possession it is. It fills my entire palm, and its metallic, tetragonal outline is wonderfully cool against my skin. I lightly run my index finger over the intricate details of the emblem, feeling the tiny ridges and furrows embedded in it like I always do.

I’ve probably examined the thing a million times now, and every single time I see it, I can’t get over how beautiful it is. I think now I’m starting to see why Henry, my best friend, collects stuff like this. He’s been talking my ear off left and right about this particular medallion for a while now, making it no secret that he wants it in his collection.

And, today, I’m going to make that happen. Read More

V: Part One

“Are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself, Tina?” my best friend, Alexis, asks for the millionth time, and I can almost see the apologetic pout on her face.


“Oh my God, Lex, for the last time, yes!” I say into the receiver, sounding as exasperated as I feel. I know she’s trying to be thoughtful and probably feels guilty that I’m at home by myself tonight, but her empathy is starting to sound a lot like pity; something I can honestly do without, especially today.

It’s Valentine’s Day.

It’s also my birthday.

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A New Year’s Eve Kiss: Part One



I see nothing but lights.


There are vibrant, colorful lights everywhere.


There are lights to my left, lights to my right, lights shining from above me in all forms; from electronic billboards and party glow sticks, to disco ball confettis and artificial illuminators, sprinkling and splashing in every direction, bombarding my eyes from every angle imaginable.

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Guardian Angel: Part Eight

I don’t why I do it, and I’m sure I’ll hate myself for the rest of the year for it, but I walk back to her, my hand reaching for her ankle.


I unbuckle the strap of her heel and pull it off her foot, and I hear her groan in relief as formerly constricted blood is allowed to move freely again in her limbs. I do the same for the other foot and am met with another sigh of relief.


I pull the comforter over her, and the plush mass of fabric practically engulfs her small body, leaving only her face visible. I place the lone trash can in the room right next to the head of the bed. She’ll definitely need it in the morning—or whenever she wakes up.

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Guardian Angel: Part Seven

I push past the door and its hinges creak ever so slightly in resistance. I haul us both over the threshold and inside her room, and as soon as I do, the cockatoo starts chirping loudly and boisterously flapping its colorful wings in excitement.


And the sight of them only makes me want to sprint out of here and go find that bastard, Malone, and choke the living daylight out of his lying, conniving, gambling-addicted ass.

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Guardian Angel: Part Six

I don’t feel sorry for her. 


Not one bit. 


As a matter of fact, it serves her right for treating her body like it’s made of rust-resistant metal.


She was the one who put herself in this predicament, after all.

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Guardian Angel: Part Five


This was not what I had in mind when they said “redemption mission”.


“Watch and protect Danny Sullivan for a whole year and you’ll get your wings back, Uriah”.


That’s what the Arch said.


No further explanations or elaborations. No whys, no hows. Just, “do the damn thing if you want your wings back.”


So I didn’t ask any questions.


I didn’t really have much of a choice, anyway.

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Guardian Angel: Part Four


I may be experiencing what is, without a doubt, the absolute, worst hangover I have ever had in all my twenty-six years of life, and as result, my coherence is questionable at best at the moment.


Plus, my motor skills are probably still shot to hell from last night, especially considering the fact that I can barely get passed the constant ringing in my ears and throbbing in my temples—not to mention the disgusting taste of vodka-infused vomit that’s still lingering in the back of my throat.


Still, I’m pretty darn sure that what I’m feeling right here and right now is someone else’s skin.

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Guardian Angel: Part Three

Something tickles.


I feel my mouth lift slightly in a half-smile. I think I’m kind of awake, and kind of still asleep, but I’m pretty sure that I can feel something tickling my arm and shoulder.


I’m slowly drifting into consciousness, becoming more and more aware of my surroundings as I come awake.

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Guardian Angel: Part Two

And, by him, I mean my douchebag ex-boyfriend, Lenny.

He was the last person I expected to run into last night. I wasn’t at all prepared to see him again after he’d casually dumped me over a fucking text message.

its over, Kia. im c’ing sum1 else.

That was it.

No further explanation. No follow up conversation. Nada.

After almost two years together, that was all the asshat said to me when he suddenly decided to end things between us.


Real fucking classy. Read More