Chapter 4: Follow and Feel
"Mornin' sleepyhead."
Andy struggled to focus his eyes. Kashi had somehow, while he was sleeping, wriggled out from where she'd been curled up against him and, from the scent wafting off of her, gotten a shower. His mind gave him pleasing images of what that must've been like. As his eyes caught up he saw that her hair was still damp, and that the windows outside were darkened. She'd turned the fluorescent lights of the studio on, and he could hear music coming from outside.
"What time is it?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
"It's about nine. You've been out for like 6 hours."
"Did you
Chapter 6: Empty With You
Kashi clapped her hands excitedly as the Chicago skyline came into view. A long day of driving kept Andy from being equally as excited. Kashi had enthused about returning to the city, and especially the venue they were about to play--she apparently had very fond memories there.
"College days," she sighed happily, tracing the skyline with her fingernail on the rainy window. "I used to skip class and copy notes from people whenever a band I wanted to see came to play. My roommate and I'd get in line at like six in the morning, just for the hell of it. We'd bring a chair and a blanket, pack a couple of sandwiches
Chapter 7: Reverse This Curse
Andy was happy to leave Chicago. Between Kashi's interactions with Ashley and his very sore black eye, Andy felt it was safe to say that he hadn't really enjoyed it. Nevertheless, the fan support he'd received was very uplifting, both at the Aragon ballroom during the show and on the internet after posting a picture and a brief explanation of his very sore black eye. Kashi continued to tend to it gently, with various tricks and techniques she learned in her trade, though not much could really keep it from being a very sore black eye. That was kind of a given, he figured.
"Geez, I've never had one like that," Ji
Chapter 9: Blood (Empty Promises)
As he slept, Andy couldn't get his evening in the graveyard out of his mind. His subconcious replayed it a hundred times, in a hundred different ways. He watched as Kashi turned to ash when she touched a crucifix around his neck, or how she disappeared when he touched her. Each dream was radically different, but they all seemed to convey the same thing. She said it herself in his subconcious a thousand times. When he woke up early the next morning, haggard and distressed, he had one word on his mind.
Monster.
Even though when he opened his eyes she was still there, sleeping peacefully, Andy felt diff
This War is Ours, Ch. 1 by kirdee-ness, literature
Literature
This War is Ours, Ch. 1
CHAPTER ONE: SKYLINES AND TURNSTILES
Songbird let his fingers rest against the cool glass of the windowpane. The rain cut streams down the layer of dust and dirt that stuck to the thick distorted glass, further obscuring his outlook on the training field. He watched, lips slightly parted, leaning against the cinderblock wall of his "office", as a small group of his soldiers honed their hand to hand combat skills. Sqich, the scruffy, lanky teenager that acted as Songbird's second in command, stood before them, demonstrating the long sword skills Songbird had wanted them to learn that day. He shook his long hair out of his eye and turned a
Chapter one: Grit
Camden Eldridge knew full well that coffee-fetching was indeed part of the young journalist's job description, yet nothing made her hate her youth more. Not being taken seriously enough to do real journalism was a bane, and though she was fresh out of school, she couldn't see the benefit in being kept from any sort of assignment that might allow for experiential learning. No, it seemed experiential learning was reserved for those over twenty-two years of age, at least according to the editorial staff of the Portland Inquirer. Maybe she'd be allowed an assignment for her birthday.
With two full drink trays from Seattle's