Leah pasted one more sheet of paper on the wall. She sighed as she ran her fingers down the picture. In it was Olivia. The picture taken on her 18th birthday. Leah knew that she should have used a more recent photo, but then, Olivia hardly ever took pictures. She just had to make do with what was available. Moreover, Olivia never seemed to age.We'll find you, girlfriend. We will. Sighing, Leah turned around and began making it to her pickup truck. She glanced across the street to find Lyons sharing the fliers too. What a gentleman, huh? Nah, she wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt. He still was in her bad books. For him to have agreed to whatever absurd deal Olivia's dad had put in p

Upbeat music emanated from the bungalow. Inside, noises of all forms competing for the centre stage. The sounds of people chattering, the guffaw of drunken men, the loud sound coming from the jukebox and the clinking of bottles. The men, all in their twenties chatted heartily. Some form of excitement going on.“We gon' paint the streets red. Blue, black whatever colour we can think of,” One of the men a gingerhead, said. The others laughed as he said that. For every man in the room, his statement was funny. Well, with all his mannerisms , he could hands down make anyone laugh. Especially the sandy blond sitting across the room at the dining. He would have been guffawing, while throwing playful shades at his clown of a friend. But he was beyond distraught. Beside himself and appearing to have something eating him up.While the jester was still at it, one of the guys stood up. His face full of smiles. He was about to cross the room when his eyes landed on the moo

==Matteo==I sat at the balcony, cup in hand and sipped  slowly. Relishing in the placating taste of the green tea. The day was bright. Thank heavens. I was beginning to get tired with all the rain, moodiness, gloom and wind. I couldn’t wait for the summer, to be honest. However, I did know that that was an issue on its own. Soon, everyone was going to complain about the heat. I downed my tea and settled for some croissants. Yes, I was in the mood for some treat. Yes, I was cheerful. Last week was a scare. With all the business palaver going on, I was totally upset. But good riddance, everything was fixed now. Good gracious riddance. With everything coming back together, I decided to celebrate. And what better way to do that than to get a bottle of my favourite: Moet et Chanson, some grapes an

Jimmy Bellamy lit his cigarette, drawing in as much smoke as he desired before bellowing it out. What a godawful day it was. Bookehurt had a reputation of being extreme. Whenever it rained, everywhere was flooded. Sometimes, electricity would be cut off. Amd for days. When came the sun, however, blistering heat was the result. Same went with snow, wind, everything.He sat on his rocking chair, looking out to the foggy environment. It was 8 in the morning, yet the weather made it seem it stilm was dawn. Jimmy hated the weather. He hated the town. Hated his neighbourhood—sometimes, hated his life. Well, not exactly hate. Nah, that wasn’t the right word. He wasn't just feeling it anymore. Bookehurt could be boring at times, and he was so done with it. However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene.Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werew

==Matteo==Of course, I was right. She'd seen me have sex. But why was she acting so furious? Like I'd cheated on her or something? Women. Women and their drama. Olivia had insulted me. She'd spat obscenities on me and I stood there like a moron, watching her yell her insides out. I stood there like a weakling. At one point, I wanted to shut her up with a kiss. I’d had this feeling, I still had this feeling that she was jealous. I mean, what else would have made her jerk off while moaning my name? I shook my head. Enough with that. Enough with all the sex talks, something more important was at had.Pete's death. Clearly, his death wasn't natural. I didn’t believe it was suicide either. Or was it? Pete could have been stricken with guilt and had resorted to ending his life. Was it that simple? There were other ways he'd have done that. Why choose a chimney? It was ridiculous. What was even more curious was the fact that the kind of chimneys that were