The Chosen One

The old man, who had lived too many long years to see the prophecy fulfilled, reached his hand out to her, palm wrinkled and waiting. “You are the chosen one,” he informed her, “and the fate of the world rests in your hands.” Those words hung between them;¬†a crescendo of anticipation vibrated in the silence–like … More The Chosen One


The phone is ringing and she answers “Hello?” The pre-recorded voice congratulating her on her free cruise to the Bahamas is the first voice she’s heard since the end of the world. She hangs up mid-sentence.

Black Widow

It was his smile that caught her attention as he asked to buy her a drink. It was his hands she held in hers as he recited his eternal vows. It was his ankles that she gripped as she dragged him to his grave.

Cream, Two Sugars

She has held corporations in the palm of her hand and refused dinner with the most powerful of men. They end up across the conference table, hands shaking as they attempt to sip their coffee, as strong and black as they thought themselves to be. She prefers hers laced with sugar and cream, every bit … More Cream, Two Sugars


She had the air of someone who only drank red wine and was at home in graveyards, the kind of girl with winged eyeliner sharper than the blades it was rumored she hid in her combat boots. More than one man had decided to ignore the whispers that followed her like smoke, to see for … More Red