Robert was once again on his bike. I was behind him on my broom with Leeann bringing up the rear in a taxi. Since she wasn’t on the motorcycle with Robert, I hoped that it meant she was going somewhere else. No such luck. She was at my house, standing…
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As if on queue, a young lady arrived that I somehow knew would fit the bill. She had more than decent looks and walked in a bouncy prance that highlighted her well endowed upper body. She headed straight for the bar. Just as I suspected, it didn’t take Robert long…
I arrived home not sure if I liked my new job as medium. Recalling the look on Marsha Healy’s face; the horrors of hearing that her daughter had been murdered by a vampire…maybe she would have been better off not knowing. There may be times when the truth should…
Desirae stood up and moved toward her mother. “She is standing near you,” Doreen said, and Marsha turned toward her daughter. “Mother, I am so sorry. I didn’t want you to hear it like this,” she said. “She wants you to know that she is sorry,” Doreen repeated after I…
We were back. I could not say exactly how, but we were. It was like no time had passed. Doreen and Marsha were still in the same place. “I have her!” Doreen said. “She is here in this room.” “We did it!” Doreen continued. Marsha gasped, thinking that Doreen was…
I was spinning fast. I closed my eyes to avoid getting dizzy. Then I fell. I stood still to readjust myself. I still felt wobbly and out of sorts. I was in a different place. A bright light captured my attention and I knew that I was…
I rose the next morning with Robert on my mind; wondering how the rest of his night went. He had already left by that time, so I ate my breakfast alone. A few days ago I would have been happy that he was gone, but after the heartbreaking…
Either Robert wasn’t the type to dwell in heartbreak too long, or he was used to it and had learned to hide it really well. When we got back to the house, he sort of went about his evening like normal. Maybe he had already seen this coming and had…
“Annie, I thought I missed you,” Robert said, sounding relieved. “I’m sorry I’m late. I was debating on whether or not I should meet you here at all.” “Really? Why?” Robert asked. “I have something that I…that I need to tell you.” “What?” His voice not sounding surprised by this.…
When you remove the fear of death from a soul…the soul cannot be controlled by fear. Robert was on his bike and down the street in the blink of an eye… …and I was right behind him on my broom just as quickly; Argus’ warning leaving my consciousness as fast…