“How’d you take your coffee?” Evan spits out, last night's shift wearing heavily on his face.

A full moon approaches in the night sky, I take the time to appreciate it.

“Coffee and two. You gonna be alright for today? This won’t be in and out, I think this could stretch the full forty-eight.”

“How many times Mel I’m fine, you can tell that to the shrink too. We’re all cops, we all see shit.”

...

I preen my finger along my hair. Smoothing down the final flyaway.

I can’t wait for today, to see everyone’s face, so many toasts to be had. I hope the food’s good. God, please make sure Aunt Meredith hasn’t made her _famous_ cheesecake. I’m sure she just confuses concrete mix with sugar.

“So everything’s been finalised?”

“Everything, every detail. It will go as planned, I promise, baby.” Dean ...

”Are you going to call?” Axel teases Ethan, smoothing his palm across his five o’clock shadow—a self-soother; it’s always been his tell.

He’s got a good hand, but I suspect Willow’s is better. She’s always been difficult to read, her fluidity in her movement, she’s mastered this incredible passiveness.

“I can read you both like a book. Ethan save us the facade and raise.”

“Hush I’m thinking.”...

I couldn’t believe she’d set me up for this. What did I tell her? Do NOT set me up with him.

Out of every available man in Romansville, she chooses the one person I couldn’t bear. And in fifteen minutes, I’ll have to be in the same room as him.

She insisted I must find someone to marry, someone to strengthen our bloodline, I just didn’t think that someone would be a werewolf. Not that I have a...

In a library where a day of your life is stored in each book, you revisit one in particular.

What might’ve happened? Why do you want to revisit that day specifically?

Write a story where your character revisits a day in their life, each book takes them back to that day as if it were really happening, so expand on this. ...

God, my body aches. What did I do last night? I’m sure I was at Alice’s, wait no, she’s still Travelling, I keep forgetting.

And that god-forsaken alarm won’t stop ringing, I’m sure it’s Saturday, isn’t it? I rub my eyes, stretching my legs out as far as possible but an unspeakable wave of nausea and pain hits me, then as I open my eyes a sickening sea of white light hits me. I’m sure I shut my...

“You have to be kidding me! Anywhere but there! Please!”

She sniffs, turning up her nose at my tone. She shakes her head, channel number five wafting towards me.

“Annabelle! It’s very kind of Vincent’s family to allow us to stay. The storm wiped out nearly a hundred member’s homes. This is our only option. And don’t let your father hear your whining, I’ve had enough of his temper for one day.” ...

I keep having these sequences of memories, they’ll come to me when I’m doing the most mundane things. The thing is, I can’t ever remember not having them. Bursts of colour, sometimes vivid, sometimes I can barely grasp a second of them. I’m not quite sure when it started. I haven’t told Andy, my brother, he’d call me nuts, unhinged. Say, ’It’s just de ja vu Chloe, you’re such a fantasist.’

And I...

“You look like you’re good with computers.” The man in line jabs at me, not a question but a statement.

Huh?

I take in his attire, cargo pants and a t-shirt a shade of beige that should have been left in the 80’s. His dusty blonde hair is past receding, and his eyes are a little too blue.

There’s always at least one strange person in an airport, it brings out the weirdest parts of people. T...

The warmth hits first

A glint of light

Incandescent pinks

Orange bleeds through

A cause of a golden hue

Allow it to melt into you

To bathe you in its heat

Molten honey flitting in between

The tresses of trees

An array of beauty that should be seen

As it makes its descent

Each sparkle of pigment

Coating your skin in its comfort

Hushing all thoughts

A glitter of emotion...