“Liz! Where’ve you been?” His greeting broke the spell that held their friend’s attention. The two exchanged a quick, one-handed embrace before she moved on to greet Gavin in the same fashion. “Nowhere special--I just needed some space.” “Space alone or space with Mr. Sexy Biker Friend?” the junior countered, one eyebrow cocked. Lizzie’s jaw dropped. “H-He’s just a friend!” The underclassmen swapped knowing gazes as they continued toward the parking lot, shrugging off her claim. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”
The older man caught her slim wrist in his hand with minimal effort. "Whoa! Take it easy, kid. You can take an eye out doing that." Lizzie spun her head around and glared at the man. Thanks to Mona's overbearing nature, the teenager had decided to journal by the fountain in the colonial park. She … Continue reading Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 4
27th day of December in the year 2139 Hi, Clint. Been too long. Okay, okay--too long is a bit of an understatement when it's literally been like four years since my last entry. It's been even longer since you've seen me, so I guess that kind of makes us even, doesn't it? A lot has … Continue reading Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 3
Lizzie's pen hovered over the page, her mouth forming a tight line. Her face grew warm, and her stomach and chest felt as if a swarm of butterflies were let loose inside.
There's some darkness here that they aren't telling me. There's a cloud hovering over both of them, and I can see it in their colors. Mona's reminds me of a blood orange, lots of bright fruity colors with a strong red ring in the middle. Even deeper than that--so deep I almost missed it--is the brown. It's small and deep, but so icky. I think her daddy hurts her, too, but maybe in a different way?
Darya is snapping. Breaking. Becoming something else... Someone else.
If there's one thing you should never do, it's mess with a witch's book of shadows.
Every spell has a price.
Brigit wants to share this with the world someday.