Thursday, December 27, 2012

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A Sexy Story of Three Wayward Girls (New Review for Diaries of the Fag Hags)

A sexy story of three wayward girls – a very entertaining read

These characters are real. Those of us who have led a certain type of existence know them, and Toy Davis manages to bring them back to life for us in a most vivid, gripping and amusing way.  The book meanders through encounters, romances, betrayals, new opportunities and behaviours very typical of so many of us.
The confused sexualities and frequent casual sexual exploits add interest and intrigue to the even more frequent dramas.  Darnisa, Jasmine and Faye stumble through their disorganised lives, with Darnisa usually leading them on in an amusing and entertaining way.
The book ends with the realization of even more betrayal, but with the prospect of a replacement conquest not far away.
Altogether it is a fascinating study and enjoyable tale of sex, ever changing relationships and disappointment.  Each page makes you want to read more, and the end leaves you wanting more, as a good book should.  I look forward to reading the rest of the series.  This author will certainly break into the big time soon.
By Arthur Crandon author of Deadly Election, Getting a UK Student Visa and Working in Canada

Friday, December 21, 2012

Disappearance of Claus

Santa felt weak. His time was coming to an end, and he knew it. The children of the world no longer believed in him. Corporations had turned him into a joke.
His red suit hung loosely on his body. He was wasting away. His home no longer smelt of ginger bread and hot chocolate, it smelt of stall air and mold. Dark shadows painted the corners and hid the insects that had nested here. Rats crawled within the walls.
His elves no longer made toys. The greed of the children had tainted them. They turned on each other, and eventually they turned on Santa. He now carried a machete on him at all times for protection, but he was becoming weak. He knew it was only a matter of time before he fell victim to their hungry. They would eat him like they ate his beloved reindeers.
His boots thudded on the wooden floor as he walked to the bedroom. His wife Mrs. Claus sat in a rocking chair. She knitted a cap for a child who no longer believed in them. She had hope, and that hope kept her spark of life glowing bright. She looked the same as she always had. His heart cried out, knowing what he had to do.
She looked up at him and smiled. “I love you,” she told him.
His stomach knotted and somehow he managed to keep the vomit down. He had to do this. He was dying, and the elves were waiting to feed. He heard a giggle beneath the window, they were watching now. He forced a smile onto his lips. “I love you too.”
She looked down at the cap, releasing him for a moment from her stare. He briefly closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled. He knew now was the time, soon he would be too weak to save her.
He brought the machete down onto her head. The yarn and knitting needle dropped to the floor. She hadn’t seen it coming so she didn’t cry out. He pulled the blade free of her skull and stumbled out of the room.
He dropped to his knees as acidy bale erupted from his mouth. The warm liquid splashed onto his hands as it thickly covered the floor. He pulled himself together and rose to his feet. His wiped his hands on his pants.
A window broke in another room. The flesh eating elves were coming. He lit his chimney one last time. The stockings still hung, but now they were covered with dust and cobwebs.
He sat down in his chair and stared into the flames. He was as old as mankind. He had survived wars, plagues, gunshots and time itself. But he couldn’t survive disbelief. The children’s dreams and wishes gave him strength, without them he could not exist.
His vision blurred. He was dying. He heard the hate filled giggles as the elves entered the room. Santa had loved them one time before the world’s greed corrupted them, now he feared them. The last spark of life left him and the elves fed.      

Monday, December 10, 2012

Holiday Interview by Kharisma Rhayne

1)-- With imagination as your only limitation, what would be your perfect holiday vacation and why? I would go to New York to see the giant christmas light up. Also going ice skating and then stay warm and cozy in a nice hotel with my loved one. When my older brother died over fifteen years ago my family stopped celabrating christmas, so it would be nice to experince one again.
2)-- What is your favorite holiday movie? Christmas with the Kranks.
3)-- What is your favorite holiday book? This is horrible, I cannot think of one that I have read. I am more of a sci-fi and horror girl.
4)– Have you written or would you ever like to write a holiday themed book? I have a short short in my soon to be released novel ‘Secrets and Sins’ that is about Christmas. It’s called ‘Just Another Day (A different Kind of Christmas Story)’. I’m not sure if I could do a whole book on the subject.
5)-- What holiday character do you wish really existed? Sanata Cluse but the robot one from Futurama.
6)-- Do you believe in Santa? No, but the idea is a nice one.
7)-- Share with us your most wicked holiday fantasy. Taking my boyfriend to a cabin with a fireplace and having my way with him. 
8)—Share with us a favorite holiday memory. When I was younger my best friend and I would meet up every year to exchange gifts, no matter what else was going on that day. We did that for over twenty years until she moved away with her husband. It was the only tradition I had, and the memory of it puts a smile on my face.
9)—Do you have a holiday tradition? If so, what is it? J already answered.
10)-- Tell us about your latest release. A group of college friends decide to spend winter break at Flow's cabin. They invite Hailey to join them for the first time, and she agrees to go because of her crush on Flow. Unbeknown to most of them, this cabin is known as the last resort due to the families that were killed there. The situation changes as people start to disappear. Hailey is the only person to notice, and can't seem to get the others to listen. She's determined to make them see the danger before its too late.

Now some quickies (doesn't everyone enjoy a quickie now and then?):
Santa or Grinch? Grinch
Frosty or Rudolph? Frosty
Fireplace or blankets? Fireplace
Turkey or ham? Ham
Eggnog or hot chocolate? Hot Chocolate
Fruitcake or cranberry sauce? Cranberry Sauce
Apple cider or hot buttered rum? Hot buttered rum
Candy canes of gingerbread? Candy canes
Baked potato or mashed potatoes?: mashed potatoes
Fudge or apple pie? Apple pie

Check it for yourself at:

Saturday, December 8, 2012


Reviews for The Last Resort

this was a fun story, short and easy. i just wish there was a little more.
 by Ellie Potts
check it out for yourself at:

5.0 out of 5 stars
Great read for anyone who enjoys cheesy horror with a twisted ending  by Anonymous

3.0 out of 5 stars
short fun read! by Anonymous


3.0 out of 5 stars Interesting Read October 10, 2012
Format:Kindle Edition
There's nothing better than a story about a house with secrets. And the one featured in this story has many. One thing I liked about this story is it started as what I thought would be a romantic suspense between two characters and then to my surprise, more characters showed up.

The author did a good job unfolding the back story about all the murders that had taken place and it gave the tale an eerie feel. The pacing was fast which made it a quick read. I would have liked to have seen this story longer so that the characters could have been fleshed out a little more and I would have gotten the chance to know them more in depth.

However, if you're looking to read a quick eerie tale, especially for Halloween, this might be one for you.

Reviews for Diaries of the Fag Hags

4.0 stars out of 5
This book was a fun read filled with silly situations by Anonymous


A sexy story of three wayward girls – a very entertaining read

These characters are real. Those of us who have led a certain type of existence know them, and Toy Davis manages to bring them back to life for us in a most vivid, gripping and amusing way.  The book meanders through encounters, romances, betrayals, new opportunities and behaviours very typical of so many of us.
The confused sexualities and frequent casual sexual exploits add interest and intrigue to the even more frequent dramas.  Darnisa, Jasmine and Faye stumble through their disorganised lives, with Darnisa usually leading them on in an amusing and entertaining way.
The book ends with the realization of even more betrayal, but with the prospect of a replacement conquest not far away.
Altogether it is a fascinating study and enjoyable tale of sex, ever changing relationships and disappointment.  Each page makes you want to read more, and the end leaves you wanting more, as a good book should.  I look forward to reading the rest of the series.  This author will certainly break into the big time soon.
By Arthur Crandon author of Deadly Election, Getting a UK Student Visa and Working in Canada

Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Next Big Thing: Find Out What I’m Working On Next

I would like to thank Author Eliie Potts for tagging me in The Next Big Thing.
Check out her blog:

Ten Interview Questions for the Next Big Thing:
What is your working title of your book? Mothership
Where did the idea come from for the book? I came up with it while looking at a diagram in the novel
'Tetragrammaton' by Donal Tyson
What genre does your book fall under? sci-fi
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Jensen Ackles as Keanue (the
captain os the ship). Steven Yeun as Ping (the sweet shipmate). Eddie McClintock (the hardass shipmate who questions the captain) Melissa Joan Hart as Tess (the femail shipmate) and Ellijah Wood as Foolish (the sappy shipmate)  
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? The five remaining members of a spaceship get picked up by an alien spieces, and must fight unspeakable forces to survive. 
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? Agency
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? So far a few months
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Only sci-fi book I've read with a
spaceship in it is 'Space Rebels' by Ellie Potts. Other then taking place in the far future the storylines are very
Who or what inspired you to write this book? The diagram reminded me of a spaceship.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? The Aliens are strange and powerful. The
creatures the humans must face are odd and strange, definatly a look into a new world.

The Authors I have tagged are writers I enjoy showing my support to. Go check out their next big thing :)

Author Melissa Darby author of In the Mirror:

Author Jennifer Don:

Author Leslie Ann Engle:

Author Alisha Costanzo author of the Broken World Series:

Author Heather Anne Richards:

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Road Rage from Secret and Sins by Toy Davis

Christy sat behind the steeling wheel of her Ford as she drove down G Street. She didn’t really have a destination, she just wanted to drive. At home, in her small house, she was haunted by dark thoughts. She didn’t want to feel the pain of her youth at the moment so she drove.

She looked out her driver side window and smiled at the gloomy sky. It was going to rain tonight. She loved the rain because it seemed to make the world clean, something she would never be.

She was in the middle lane, and driving the speed limit. She looked in her rearview mirror and noticed a blue Honda quickly moving through the lanes. It weaved right, and then left as it cut cars off. It appeared to be in hurry to go nowhere.

She looked ahead. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the Honda was creeping up on the left side. It better not cut me off, she told herself as her eyes narrowed on the road. The car was driving very aggressively. Each move it did, irritated her. Idiot, she thought as she looked ahead.

The car ahead of her was a little more then a car length ahead of, it was an ideal amount of room for a car to move into.  To her dismay, the Honda passed her and then cut her off. She tapped her brakes to keep from rear-ending him.

Rude, screamed in her mind. She painfully gripped her steeling wheel. There is no reason for anyone to drive that way. None!

Her eyes narrowed on its taillights as she decided to follow it through town to see exactly what was so important that they had to be a complete ass on the road, and almost cause an accident.

The driver of the Honda didn’t seem to notice her silver ford following them around town. Christy assumed they were too self absorbed to be bothered with such small tib-bits that could save their life.

He turned onto R Street then took a right onto Dusty Blvd. This was a poor neighborhood. He pulled to a curb in front of tan apartments. She pulled her own car behind ii and watched the driver get out. She was not surprise to see it was a guy. He had olive skin and dark hair.

She eyed her surroundings to see if there was anything going on that deserved the urgency of his driving. Nothing was what she found. As she watched him enter an apartment she threw her car into park and shut her car off. She would wait for him because she would find out what was so important that this moron had to drive like a madman. She was mad and she didn’t drive that way.

As ten minutes became thirty, and thirty drifted into an hour she came to the conclusion that this man had no real reason to drive that way. He was just rude, not worthy of the life he had.

Brandon left Marie’s apartment with a smile. If his girlfriend knew how to suck him the way Marie did, then he wouldn’t have to cheat on her with these little visits. He noticed the black hair chick standing by the back tire of his Honda. He smiled.

She wasn’t the normal type of girl he went for with her pale complexion, depressing cloths, and red cold lips. But there was something burning in her deep, brown eyes that sparked his interest. Both of her hands were behind her back, as if she had something for him bit he couldn’t see what it was.

“Yeah?” he asked, as he played with the keys in his hand. “Can I help you?”

She said nothing.

He looked to the car behind him. He eyed its tires; none were flat. “Are you having car problems? Some kind of engine trouble?”

Again she said nothing as she blankly stared at him.

He started to get irritated. Who is this woman and why isn’t she speaking? If she needed his help then she should say so. “Do I know you?” Stare. “Are you retarded,” he finally asked as he rolled his eyes.  “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

He turned his back on her, not having time for this. She pulled the bat out from behind her back and hit him in the head with it. Since he hadn’t seen it coming he didn’t put up a fight. He fell back on the grass and put his arms up in a pathetic attempt to get her to stop. She didn’t. She beat him until he was unconscious. She was amazingly strong for only being 5’3.

Brandon woke up strapped on a wooden table. He was unable to lift his head because of the leather strap that was across his forehead. Adrenalin coursed through his veins as fear darkened his thoughts. Though the fog and throbbing that filled his mind, he remembered the raven hair woman and her baseball bat. Her hollow eyes had stared at him as she refused to answer his questions.

“That bitch!” He tried to struggle against the restrains on his wrists but couldn’t. He had awakened in a nightmare. “You fucking bitch!” His fear had given way to angry.

Once the panic had faded from him he was able to become aware of his surroundings. The room smelt of blood, dirt, and mold. He could see the walls were clear except for the dark splatters he assumed was blood. He froze when he finally saw her.

The muted, demon was perched on a crate he hoped was empty, but really doubted that it was. In her right hand she held a knife. It was a hunter’s knife, about a foot long. Tears filled his eyes. She coldly watched him as she rotated the tip of it between her fingers. She didn’t seem to notice as it scraped against her flesh.

“You did this to me. Look, I’m sorry I called you a retard,” he tried to amend. “I mean, just because you can’t talk doesn’t mean you’re a retard.” Her head slid to the side as if she was interested in his words. Hope bubbled in his chest. “I’m the retard. I’m dumb for saying what I said.”

 “Enough,” she pointed the blade at him. She smoothly jumped from her perch and slowly approached him. “There’s only one thing I want to do with you.”

Soft sobs escaped him as his composure crumpled. He was going to die and he knew it. “Why me?”  She was beside him now. “Answer me bitch, why am I here?” He pulled against his restrains again, still hoping to break free. She held the knife over him. “What are you going to do with that?”

Her merciless eyes slid to look at him. “Where did you go today,” she asked in a soft voice.

“What?” He didn’t understand her question. He had gone a lot of places.

Her face-hardened as she sliced into his side. He yelled as he tried to pull away. He could feel his blood running down his side. “Don’t toy with me,” she warned. “When you cut me off on G Street to rush off to that apartment; who were you going to see?”

“What?” He saw her raised the knife again. “Wait, wait, wait,” he begged. He didn’t want to die. “That was Marie’s place.”

She raised a brow. “Who’s Marie?”

“Just an whore. Ah,” he cried out as she cut into his thigh. “Fuck! Stop that!”

“You cut me off,” she told him. “I had to step on my brakes.” She looked at him as she confessed in a passionate voice; “I HATE stepping on my brakes.”

“What the fuck? You kidnapped me and dragged me into this pit of hell…”

 “Chamber of Pain.” A dreamy smile touched her lips. “Its my personal palace of pleasure.”

 “You crazy fuck, let me go!”

She met his angry eyes. “You’re boring me now.” She raised the knife.

“Nooo,” he hollered as he watched the blade get buried deep with his gut. Brandon passed out from the pain before Christy ended his life in her chamber of pain.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Warped Tale: The Guardian’s Blade

Sue stood on the grassy hill that overlooked the small herd of unicorns. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword as his red cape draped off his shoulders. As a guardian of this magical creature he had to be ready, and willing, to do anything to protect them.

He eyed the beautiful creatures as he waited for his replacement. He had a very important event he had to crash on this early morning. An event filled with the human royals of this realm, and some gorgeous shoes he just had to see.

Once Kyle showed up Sue rushed home to get ready. He had to look his best. He released his long blond hair from the tie that held it back. He stared in the mirror as he ran his fingers through it. He worked hard to maintain its healthy glow.

He knew time was running out. He drew his attention back to the matter at hand. He decided to wear his black and white grown. He slipped on his glass slippers that he had decorated with diamonds. Sue had made them himself; the Leprechaun down the way     had taught him a lot about making shoes on their long nights together.

He quickly curled his hair, applied his make-up, and placed a black and white bow in his hair. In the mirror an elegant woman stood before him. He smiled. He grabbed his handbag with the scroll already inside it. Rushing off, he made his way to the Elite shoe store in the center of town.

“Hello Sue,” Eric, the storeowner, said when he entered the stop. Eric was well built with short curly hair. He had green eyes, wide nose and full lips. Sue liked his thick beard and mustache.

He gave him a slight nod as a warm smile curved his lips. Eric and him had a history together. He gently brushed his arm with the tips of his manicured nails. “Are they here?” he asked, his voice was much softer now.

Lust sparkled in Eric’s eyes. “Yes.” He nodded towards the back of the shop. “Back there.”

He raised his arched brows. “Then that’s where I shall go.”
He grabbed his hand. “My payment?”
“Our freedom to be who we are should be payment enough,” he purred in his sweetest voice.

He tightened his hold. “It should be, bit it’s not.” He put out his other hand to receive what was owned to him.

Sue’s red lips tightly pressed together as he pulled out the small bag that held the shavings he torn from a unicorn’s horn. That dust was what pixies used to make dreams come true, and Sue had just given it to a lowly shoe shop owner.

“Here goes,” he whispered as he took a deep breath

The back of the shop had a runway set up so the models could show off this season’s new shoes. The room was decorated in white and crystal. Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty were seated next to the runway. There was one empty seat by them and he knew Eric had saved it for him. His stomach knotted. They were beautiful and fierce, everything he wanted to be.

“You can do this,” he quietly told himself as he clutched his handbag. He would not fail, now that he was so close. He felt the eyes of handsome men on him as he made his way to his seat.

The elite of this realm surrounded him. The King and Queen of the Elves sat on the other side of the runway. He crossed his legs, and allowed his own shoes to be on display. Sleepy Beauty noticed them first.

“Those are lovely,” she said. “Where did you get them dear?”
“I made them myself.”
A collection gasp filled the air. “Do you have others?” Cinderella asked.
“Oh, you must show us.”
He smiled as he sat back in his seat. “Perhaps I will.”

The chatting stopped when the show begun. Sue was in awe of the shoes that were revealed today. None would fit his feet of course, but he was inspired to go home and add to his collection.

After the show the Princesses invited him to their table to have a lovely chat. They were amazed when they found out he had made his dress as well. “You are very talented. Your husband must show you off all the time,” Snow White complimented.

“Not really,” he said, carefully.
“You are single? I must admit, I find this very surprising.”

“As do I,” Cinderella added. “You are beautiful, smart, elegant, and talented. How can a man not want a woman like you?” She gently shook her head with disbelief.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He easily faced men in battle, yet he found it hard to be honest in this moment. “I am not allowed to have a man.”

“Evil stepmother?”
“Wicked witch?” Sleepy Beauty asked.
“Did you eat a poison fruit?” Snow White wondered.

“No.” He strained a smile. He felt it quickly slid from his face. “It is much more complex than that. But,” his brows shot up. “You ladies can help me with this problem.” He took a breath before he slowly continued. “In fact, you ladies are the reason I am here.”

“You are not here for the shoes?” Sleepy Beauty could not believe it.

“No. I cannot wear those shoes. You see,” he lifted the helm of his skirt to show them his shoes. “My feet are too big for them.”

“Your feet are pretty big.”
“Very big for a woman’s foot in fact,” Snow White said with a perplexed look on her face.  
“Here.” He pulled out the scroll and handed it to her. “If you ladies were to sign this then people like me will be able to get a good man.”

“People like you?” She didn’t understand. The princesses huddled together s they read the scroll. If signed by a royal it would allow the gay people of this land to be together without fear of prosecution.

“This is for gay people,” Sleepy Beauty told him.
“I am aware of that. You see, I am not what I appear to be. Beautiful, yes; Fierce, of course; Stunning, always. But a woman I am not.” He bowed his head.

He heard the King’s guard pull is sword. Sue looked at him. He was a handsome fella. He had dark hair that hung off his head, a strong chin, and piercing eyes. “You do not wish to do that,” Sue warned him.

“I think I can handle a man in a dress.”
“Do not be deceived boy; in or out of a dress I am always a Guardian.”

Another collection gasp filled the air. “You,” Price Charming taunted. “A Guardian of the unicorn? Ha!” He eyed the room as he continued; “No Guardian would wear a dress.”

Fear and rage started to fill Sue, and that was a very deadly toxic to mix. “This one does,” he whispered. He had come here in hopes of getting equal rights for him and his brothers, and instead this Prince Charming was determined to make him his fool.

“I’ll make you a deal.” His lips curled in a cruel grin. “A royal deal.” Another gasp could be heard. Sue was starting to think that was all the onlookers could do. “If you best my man here.” He pointed to the handsome King’s Guard. “I will sign your scroll and pass your law. If you lose, you will allow my women to use you as their personal doll. They will do what they will with you in front of everyone here.”

Pride lifted his head. Out of the corner of his eyes he looked at the princesses. Hungry shined in their eyes. He knew if he lost they would enjoy humiliating him, but if he won. Hope filled him. “Agreed.”

Another King’s Guard handed him his sword. Excitement filled the onlookers as the two men face each other. Sue had sat his bag on the table. He didn’t want anything to happen to it.

His opponent was fast and strong, but he was a Guardian. Chosen at birth to protect the creatures that would judge humanity when the time came. One hair from their mane could make you invisible if used in the correct spell. Sue had faced ogres, dwarfs, and demons of the night. He had won every battle he had been in and this one was no different.

He placed his glass slipper on his chest as he held his sword at his throat. Not one hair on his head was out of place or one nail broken. He appeared as a deadly woman as he stood above the fallen man.

“Do you yield?” He asked, sweetly. The word had to be spoken before he lowered the sword. He could see in the King’s guard man’s eyes he did not want to give up this fight. He pushed down on the sword, making the blade’s tip dig into his flesh.

“Yield,” he choked.

Sue gave him a brilliant grin as he stepped aside. “Was that so hard?” The King’s Guard sat up but said nothing. He turned his attention to the one and only, Price Charming.

“Bravo.” He applauded. “You have surprised me my lady, and that is not an easy task.” 

He pulled his shoulders back as he met his eyes. Prince Charming’s looks were dangerous. It was easy to get lost in them, and forget why you were in his presences. “The scroll my Lord?”

“Oh yes.” He leaned back on his heels, appearing amused. “Sleepy Beauty,” he held out his hand. “Bring me the scroll.” She did. Sue held his breath as Prince Charming signed it. The power in the dragon’s ink rippled across the realm, and made those words law. Now Sue would no longer have to hide who he was, and whom he loved.

He smiled as he bowed his head. “Thank you my Lord. You have made a righteous decision.”

“Your sword made the decision,” he corrected. “I only signed the paper.”

“True,” he whispered. The ways of the royals disappointed him, but he was in no position to change it. He was a human with no blue blood in his veins. According to the laws of this realm he had no voice, but thanks to the Prince’s aloof way his blade did. As a Guardian that voice would be strong if he chose to use it again. Mid-day was coming and he had a job to get back to. Her had unicorns to protect. He bid farewells, and headed home to change.  

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Cooking to relax ~ Baked BBQ Chicken

Today I'm going to share another recipe that's a favorite in my house; Baked BBQ Chicken with fresh green beans.

Cover the chicken with BBQ sauce, garlic powder, and pepper. Bake in the ovan for 20 minutes. Pull the chicken out, flip it over and cook another 20 minutes.

Place cut fresh green beans in a pan. Cover in 1/2 cup of water, butter, salt and pepper. Cook (simmer) until tender.

I normally warm up garlic bread and serve dinner :) Enjoy

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Tag (from Secrets and Sins)

Deep in a dark, almost forgotten forest, sat an enchanted girl. Her light brown hair gently blew in the careless breeze. She stared at the flowers, wishing to touch one. How long had it been? She couldn't recall, nor could she recall the feel of its silky petals. Her arms longed to reach out and caress them but she couldn't, and sadly she knew she couldn't. Her father would be angry with her if she did.

Above her were branches she could never climb. Her shoulders fell as she sighed. Why do I continue to come here when there is nothing for me to do, she asked herself. She looked at her surroundings and thought, not for the first, that it was beautiful.

Her cold lips curved when she saw a chestnut squirrel run up the bark of a nearby tree. It paused on the closest branch to stare at her. It's whiskers wiggled as it tried to figure her out. Pushing its nose out it sniffed the air. She thought she saw something spark in its innocent eyes before it turned, and ran off. Her body collapsed on itself in disappointment. "It sensed my sickness," she mumbled to no one. She had no friends. She couldn't with her sickness. It wasn't allowed.

The sound of a trig snapping turned her head. Her eyes grew with fear when she saw a blond hair boy standing beside a small bush. There was no fear in his face, only slight curiosity. "Why are you on my father's land?" he calmly asked.

She didn't understand what he meant. Land? "Land cannot be owned by any man."

With his eyes on her he stepped away from the false safety that the bush provided. "If he has enough money it can, which my father does."

Money? Her head tilted to the side as confusion filled her violet eyes. "What is money?"

Laughter that started in his chest erupted from his lips. "Silly child, it's why you are wearing the clothes on your back."

She looked down at her gold fitted dress her mother had made her. Her lips pushed out as her narrow eyes settled on him. "I'm not silly."

Her leaned forward. "Yes you are and I'm Josh," he happily stated as he forgot about the trespassing. He held out his hand.

Jumping away she pulled her hands close to her chest. "What are you doing?"

"Shaking hands silly. That's what people do when they first meet." He looked from his palm to hers; he didn't understand her fear. He scanned his palm once again. It was clean. With brows down he dropped his hand as he sadly shook his head. "What is your story?"
"I don't have one yet." She stared at the proud grass. It took a lot to hurt it. She wished she could be that way.
"Why won't you shake hands?"

She shrugged, not caring to talk about this.

Now his soft lips pushed out in uncertainty. "I heard you say you had a sickness, what kind?"

Her eyes grew. Needing comfort only she could give she pulled her hands closer to herself. "I can't touch things."

He smiled a charming smile. "Why not?"

"Because my father said so."

"And why did your father say that?" He had never met anyone sick before. His family kept him well protected from everything, even life when they could.

She turned her attention because she needed something different to look a. "Because bad things happen."

"Like what?" he challenged.

She shrugged again, not wanting to talk about this.

"Nonsense," he exclaimed. He ignored the stunned look on her face. "Parents always tell lies to us as a way to keep us in line." He proudly smiled. "But see, I know this."

Lies? She didn't know what those were. Instead of admitting this and looking silly again she decided to play along with him. "Really?"

"Yes," his chest was slightly pushed out. "With that cleared up; let's play a game." Excitement made his voice a little higher. He hadn't had a friend in quite some time thanks to his family and their fear.

"What kind of game?" Her head rose with interest. She liked games; she liked games a lot.


Her brows fell in confusion. "I never heard of that one."

He laughed. "Of course you haven't silly. The way it is played is you count to twenty and then come look for me. You want to find me and tag me before I tag this tree." He walked up to the tree the squirrel had disappeared into and touched it's bark. "See? Simple."

"Did you tag that tree?" Ugly fear curled in her belly.

"Of course I did." He shook his head. Poor girl, he thought. Her parents must have kept her locked up more than mine. "Okay; close your eyes and count."

She stared at him as disbelief grew inside her. "But you touched it."

"Oh," he groaned. "Not that again." He met her eyes so he could will the truth into her. "They lied to you." His eyes softened. "You can touch things."

"I'm scared."

"Do you want to play?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She had never played with a kid her age before. She wanted to; she really wanted to. "Yes."

It was settled. He smiled his charming smile again. "Then trust me."

Wanting to trust him she nodded. "Count then find you."

"You got it."

She closed her eyes. I'm playing with a kid. A friend, her mind corrected. She smiled and giggled to herself. Maybe now her loneliness was finally at an end. "Twenty!"

She turned. At first she didn't know which way to go. Slowly through the hunt it became fun. She froze when she found him. He grinned at her before taking off for the base. She laughed then chased. This is fun, real fun. She laughed when she saw him skid. Oh no, her mind gasped when she saw how close he was to the tree. She took a deep breath before pushing her body to go faster.

"I got it," he yelled as he turned.

It was too late for her to stop. As she tried to halt her run she stumbled like all children do. Without thinking she reached out. Before grabbing onto him she saw his face change from happy joy to confusion then it settled on horror. Her heart sank. He finally sensed my sickness. She could already feel her tears gathering in her eyes.

She felt his warm flesh beneath her cold skin. There was nothing she could do as the skin below her fingers turned to ash. The condemning curse spread all over his body. In a matter of seconds he was gone. She stared at her own hands in disgust as the sobs began.

Her father found her as a crying mess. He looked at the ashes the breeze was slowly taking and knew. He shook his head. "You know the rules," he softly said, not wanting to be too harsh. "We cannot touch mortals." Her tears hurt him. He didn't know how to stop them.

Her arms tightly wrapped around herself as she rocked back and forth. "He was my friend."

His heart broke. Dropping to his knees he wrapped his own arms around her. Her body trembled next to his. "Death has no friends," he sadly told her the cold truth. Her head fell in defeat as a wail escaped her throat. He closed his eyes. Tonight would be long and painful for both. He mumbled the words to take them home.