Martin swore the new place was safe enough, and I believed him. He was usually right. Besides, I didn't trust my instincts anymore. Not after I’d led the others straight into a band of Rovers squatting in the basement of the arcade. I’d been sure it was abandoned, but the Rovers beat us there. We … Continue reading Birdhouse
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Polarity
You come to me at night, Your hair unbound, each curl a flame That sears my skin like ice. Each word we speak is ice, So hush. Be silent in the night. Let frost give way to flame. Each fingertip like flame, Like rain--each kiss is laced with ice. Oh, when will it be night? … Continue reading Polarity
Exhale
In the span of a breath, everything changed. Only I didn’t know it then. Before, back when I was just plain Renée and things were easy, I'd walk into a place, score another notch on my belt. I'd bring them home and let them leave. And that was okay. It was more than fine, because everybody … Continue reading Exhale
Reasons
The days of the week lined up like buckets, ready to catch whatever fell in. Just dribbles at first, rumors and best guesses, barely enough to dampen the soles of our boots. I dipped my cup in pail after pail. I filled my head with names and my mouth with the taste of ash, until … Continue reading Reasons
Paint
"She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the stars. That's what she told me." I glance at Jack to see if he's bored. He's leaning on the railing looking out over the street. He doesn't say anything but he seems receptive enough. It's one of the things I like about Jack: he doesn't ask, … Continue reading Paint
Christine Hanolsy 