Category: Original

  • Game Over – Part Eight

    Demon Tristan seemed a little surprised to find me already in my seat when he strolled into homeroom – usually he was there before me. “Something happen last night?” he asked curiously, setting his bag down beside his desk. I didn’t bother raising my head from where it rested on my folded arms. “Not much,”…

  • Game Over – Part Seven

    Lust “Now this is more like it.” Devon raised both eyebrows at me in an incredibly sexy fashion, shrugging slightly to indicate our surroundings. “None of this ‘after hours at school’ bullshit – if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right.” “Uh… yeah, sure.” I sat down on the edge of my bed,…

  • Game Over – Part Six

    Pause “It’s happened to all of us,” Sasenti told me, in a matter-of-fact tone, when I came back. I felt dull and stupid – actually, beyond that, I wasn’t sure what I should be feeling. Disappointment should probably factor in there somewhere, shouldn’t it? Somehow, I just couldn’t care that much. Then again, I hadn’t…

  • Game Over – Part Five

    Fear “Seriously?” Tristan sat back away from his desk in homeroom, looking a bit surprised. “I was there?” I shrugged. Somehow, the previous night’s illusion wasn’t as headache-inducing as the night before it. I was actually willing to talk about it when Tristan plunked himself down beside me – confirming my fear that the seating…

  • Game Over – Part Four

    Vanity Drawing a line in your own head between ‘reality’ and ‘illusion’ after just having suffered through some I-am-convinced-this-is-real pretend experiences was the sort of thing that could really give a person a headache. Unfortunately, I was no exception to this. Equally unfortunately, Zinc apparently couldn’t take obvious hints like being told to shut the…

  • Game Over – Part Three

    Paranoia “Hey, Shane, can I copy your math?” I chewed thoughtfully on my sandwich, only about half there. “Hm?” The lanky brown-haired boy sitting on the ground outside the art room beside me gave my arm a hard nudge. “What’s with you today, McMurray? I could bounce rocks off your skull and you’d just keep…

  • Game Over – Part Two

    Players “That,” Zinc explained, from his position on my windowsill, “was a spirit demon – you know, the guys that eat people’s souls. I told you about them, remember?” I kept my face buried in the pillow, as it had been since I’d managed to drag myself home. I was tired and more than a…

  • Game Over – Part One

    Guidance I’d never really been a big fan of computer games. I mean that, too – I couldn’t get the hang of them. I lacked the sheer brainlessness that is necessary for one to stare slack-jawed at the computer for hours while the little hero-figure shoots things in response to keys you press. I was…

  • Blurring the Line – Part Four

    It was the lack of movement that broke through the vagueness Brian had drawn around himself as a defense. The lift they were riding slowed gradually and then came to a halt, something screeching to announce the end of that trip. The girl with the crossbow sighed, sounding frustrated. “When are they going to fix…

  • Blurring the Line – Part Three

    “So are you staying this time?” Brian looked up from the hunk of leftover, re-heated rabbit he’d been eating. Omen sat across the fire from him that time, and he’d set down his own meat in favor of watching the taller boy. It was impossible to read on his face whether or not he actually…