Essex1.Essex by DeejaeHarper
"How long since she has smiled?" Joe asked.
Marta shook her head. "Not since the accident."
"When is the last time she spoke?" Joe tried to bring Marta back to the living world. The silent, still body of Georgia Green was not going to move any time soon. But hope made Marta whole in ways Joe couldn't anymore.
Loraine leaned in, pushing her breasts against his bare arm. She was wearing only her pearls. "So, your wife called again?" She said this with an oily, unhappy tone.
"Yes. But she won't care where I have been." Joe pulled her into his lap and kissed her pulse.
"She used to be very beautiful," Loraine said. "What happened? How did I become the new thing?" Loraine had always been curious about the men she slept with, the ones who liked to pretend she was their one and only. If only for a few hours, if only for a few moments.
Joe was different, he never spoke ill of his wife. He never talked about his daughter,
White RoomMy lover, the birdWhite Room by DeejaeHarper
cut down with fire, eternal
phoenix in white rooms.
Her last song sung
was electric lines screaming to
a silent white room.
Thousand Years WarNo one throws stones at these veterans. There is something about them, the stiff shoulders, their pleated and haggard faces. Older than their time, but far younger than the world will ever understand. There is something infantile to the way they threw their souls around, tentacles of iced light, shadows of nightmares, dropped from the sky like piercing hail.Thousand Years War by DeejaeHarper
James made his way through the crowd. NPCs were annoying, their minds too small to even fight back. Sometimes, when he slipped through the crowds, he would insight the anger, twist desire, change a memory. He once found a girl huddled in an alley way, needle in her arm. He pitied her, understood the desire, the shakes, the handful of moments where peace and sleep found him.
He took her and he changed her. He took away her dark past and gave her loving family. He left her with a passion, gave her the ability to speak with an eloquence far beyond her years. She had been one of the few he pitied, one of the few he helped save.
Fire Escape: Chapter 1: Clarabelle CLARABELLE MCMILLANFire Escape: Chapter 1: Clarabelle by DeejaeHarper
3345 BANE LANE
SINGING DOVE, CALIFORNIA
It was a rather small package, the address typed out in 20 font Times New Roman. Claire hadn't gone by her birth name in almost 15 years. She legally changed it after her father's death in 1999. Oscar McMillan was a name that made most polite company cringe. Being his daughter had almost been too big of a shame to bare and the judge awarded that it might be for her best interest to change her name and quickly.
She did not have to do the usual song and dance. For her part in the capture and subsequent execution of Oscar McMillan, Clarabelle McMillan was allowed to effortlessly disappear. Like mist across the lake, Claire Daniels emerged almost out of nowhere.
She entered the most prestigious journalism school, but had never graduated. Her mother was in a car accident and Claire was forced to take some leave. When she returned, the school said she had been dropped due to bad grades.