I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

For Honor and the Octagon!

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I told you; I am Arianna, the Siren, your Guardian, and how is a Guardian supposed to do her job if she is clueless about the Guardianee?

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t.

I can’t; it’s a golf cart.

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

In afew hours, she’ll see Anna for herself. She’ll seeher dressed in blood, her hair floating like it’ssuspended in water, eyes black and shining. Andwhen she does, she won’t be able to catch herbreath.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I...

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.

THAT’S IT!” Terminus cried. “That’s AGAINST THE RULES!”Polybotes frowned, obviously confused that he was being told off by a statue. “What are you?” he growled. “Shut up!”He pushed the statue over and turned back to...

Um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turned around and left as quickly as I had come in.

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us...

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

Fiction writers, at least in their braver moments, do desire the truth: to know it, speak it, serve it. But they go about it in a peculiar and devious way, which consists in inventing persons,...

I am a spinner of yarns; hopefully to transport the reader or listener to places I see in my minds eye.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong...

Listen, this rampage sounds like it’s going to make a real mess out of the city. I just got my studio rebuilt from the last fire, and I’m fairly certain my insurance doesn’t cover ‘acts...

To my fellow writers’ I say, ‘Write. Build an imaginary world like nobody’s watching.

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

Secret societies…like the Skulls or the Free Masons?” “What do you know about them?” he asked, feeling me out.”Limited. I’ve seen a couple of movies with Johnny Depp and Paul Walker a while back. They’re...

You shouldn’t be in here!

He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening...

His dimples were strategically placed as though angels had made thumbprints on him.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

Most tales carry a kernel of truth, else they’re soon forgotten.

Starting now,

So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her...

Splendor was the decree of the day.

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

Beauty to beguile, spies to ensnare, and gold, always gold, to tempt, to trap, to control.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.