kill31145

Chapter Three Kole stared at the far wall, his eyes tracing the spider-veins of cracking wallpaper that ran all around the perimeter of his dorm room. Morris Preparatory Academy prided itself in the fact that each student enrolled in the sleep-away school was given his own room, what they didn't tell you in the pamphlets was that you could touch the opposite walls if you stood in the center and spread your arms out. Kole turned to the slatted window beside his bed, unlocking the small latch and pushing the window open with an odd crunching noise. The dorms were on the third floor, every skinny window staring out over the parking lot and ent

Chapter Two "Arms out." Kole straightened his shoulders and spread his arms, his eyes on the floor to avoid the blinding flash of the polaroid. Ian Wilkes moved around to the front of the camera stand, the burning cigarette clamped between his teeth nearly burned to his lips. His brow was furrowed, the way it had been for the last hour, and he muttered quietly to himself as the camera flashed. Kole dropped his arms, moving across the room to pick up his shirt that was laid out across the arm of a black chair. Ian dropped his cigarette to an ash tray balancing on the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the appearing photo in his hand. Kol

Chapter One The pages hushed under his fingertips. Under the awnings of the bus station Kole Mont sat with a business directory opened over his knees. The directory was chained to the phone booth bolted to the wall beside the bench, the dirty chinks rattled every time he moved. People's shadows passed by, their long black shapes skimming over the opened pages of the book before dropping back to the concrete and then disappearing altogether. Nobody even stopped to look at him. Psychic Investigators... Psychic Research... Psychic Readings Daily... Kole ran a  hand through  his hair and sighed, flipping the pages closed and opening them to

EnGarde Chapter 11 --------------- Alec drove grimly, his hands fists on the steering wheel and his heart hammering in his chest. He reached forward and turned on the radio, adjusting the dial until he found the station broadcasting the tournament. “My, my! That was a spectacular bout!” A female radio host exclaimed. “Caleb Muran was pretty amazing tonight, beating his opponent with only one functional leg!” “Yes quite amazing but the prodigy didn’t have a chance to celebrate before falling unconscious. The people nearby claimed he was determined to go someplace.” The second host, a man, reported