Donor: Part 11

Continued from Parts 1-10
Amanda glanced at the back seat. Michael’s face had some color back, and he took deep, even breaths. She looked back to the road before her. Although the rain had stopped, the pavement remained wet with puddles glaring in her headlights.
She double-checked the directions Doc had supplied before helping her stuff the [...]

Green Patches: Part 1 of 2

She carried green patches everywhere she went. My friends and I used to stare at her between classes, watching the slow roll of her hips, the sway of her waist-length hair. All she needed was a tie-dye shirt and open-toed sandals.
The strange thing about Lily was that she didn’t care what we thought. As far [...]

The Journal

Books smell great. Well, most of them. Some have an acidic tang that burns the nostrils. Most books, however, appeal to the nose. Paperbacks tend to be dry and dusty, while textbooks smell of printing press and computer lab. Every bound volume has its own aroma, a blend of its origins and all points thereafter. [...]

Ogre

“I’m no monster. Sure, and the wee humans go runnin’ when they see me ugly arse, but I wouldna harm a one.”
Tosh pulled tender young leaves from a plucked branch, alternately smashing them between her stubby fingers and tossing them into the breeze. Next to her, Rua concentrated on the daisy held in her delicate [...]

Donor: Part 10

Rig was cold. He opened his eyes as little as possible—just enough to get a clue to his whereabouts. A plastine bumper was parked inches from his face. Beyond the car was another, and, presumably, another.
It came to his fuzzed mind that the coldness had to do with the concrete upon which he’d been dumped. [...]

Night Blizzard

My toes are frozen. Sneakers don’t hold snow out, jeans invite it in. Wind shoots down my neck where there used to be a hood. If I get out of this, I won’t remove another hood ever again. I don’t care if it does look lame.
I don’t know how I’ll get back into the car. [...]

Donor: Part 9

Please see Parts 1-8 first. Thanks!

“Again?” Michael stiffened. “You’ve been involved with the Donor program?”
Amanda shot to her feet across the den. Terrible suspicions burst into his frayed thoughts. That she knew someone who was familiar with the program was a hell of a coincidence.
Doc straightened. The many wrinkles crisscrossing his face took on [...]

Donor: Part 8

Light suddenly shone on the sidewalk from a door that opened from one of the row homes.
“What’s going on out there?”
Amanda got a better look at Michael in the glow. Blood gushed from a new gash across his cheek, which was puffing to the size of a baseball. She pulled at his good arm. He [...]

Who’s Sad?

*NOTE: There is some mild language.*

“Let’s play a game,” she says.
I give her that look. The look like she’s either a sick bitch or a moron.
“Not that kind of game, you perv.” She yawns and itches her arm. “I was thinking of a game my gramps used to play with us kids.”
“Sounds genius.”
She does that [...]

Donor: Part 7

Please read Parts 1-6 first. Thanks!

“Where?” Amanda asked, eyes wide.
“Someone is hiding in the trees.” Michael stood, ignored his screaming muscles. “Pretend you haven’t noticed. We need to get out of here.”
He started walking toward her car. Guilt snagged at him, but getting her involved was too important. So many lives depended on telling the [...]