SSW Journal 19 - PutainShe hated her job. Absolutely hated it. It wasn't her choice to be here. She was low on money, had no other way of income. The government refused to back her and her little brother. Her poor younger brother... At this very moment, she knew she was in a much better situation that he was. Or at least, that's what she tried to tell herself. She always tried to keep her thoughts positive. She told herself that once she had all the money on hand, she would be able to quit this job. She would have to never see this place again. She would never have to see these men's faces again. For now, she had to deal with it. She had to shove aside all of her worries. She had no time to complain about her work. It was the only thing she could find with her qualifications. She had no other way to turn to. She lived in a small one-bedroom apartment, her parents had passed away years ago, and she had no source of transportation. The only way to pay her bills - and her brother's - was through this.
SSW Journal 18 - EscapeThe wind billowed all around her. It tugged at the cloak hanging from her neck. It ran its fingers through her blonde locks, twisting it this way and that. The leaves above her brushed together and fell loose from their branches. The patches of dried grass rustled loudly. The sounds were near deafening. But they did not reach her ears. She trained them out of her senses and focused instead on her vision. Bright green eyes surveyed the road below her. She sat hunched over near the edge of a rocky cliff. The drop between here and there, she assumed, would be at least fifteen feet. It was nothing she couldn't handle.
Voices came closer. Her eyes lifted from their careful observations and towards the source. A wide smile spread across her thin lips. Her targets were approaching. Her legs unfolded and her hand grasped tightly on the pole of the lance embedded within the dried, packed dirt. With a swift tug, it was free and at her side. The wind picked up, carrying the scents of horses. That
SSW Journal 17 - ResolveRain poured down from the heavens. It soaked the clothes that clung to the curves of her body. Her fringe plastered itself to the sides of her face, serving as a pathway for water to flow. It flowed from her soaked hair, streamed down her cheeks, and dripped from her chin. It washed away the salty tears that flowed from her eyes, filled with horror and despair. She sat on the cold concrete, her fingertips lightly brushing against the glistening ground.
But she felt nothing. Her whole body was numb. She could not feel the chilling wind that caressed her skin. She could not feel the freezing cold seeping through her jeans from the concrete. The blinding flash of lightning from behind her revealed the sight before her, what she had been staring at all this time. A body lay before her, limp and still. Red pools of blood and water swirled around it, soaking the ripped cloth the other woman wore.
Trembling, she reached forward. Her fingertips brushed across the damp hair just as the rumble o
Hollow Eyes - Chapter 01The ride was long. Excruciatingly long. They had been traveling for at least a full day now. The drivers had swapped places at least three times since the start of the trip, though no one was truly keeping count of this. They paid attention instead to either each other, or the scenery outside. There was talking every now and then, but every time everyone fell asleep, it was dead silent within the car. Not even music came from the stereo, only from the individual headphones a few of them wore. Even now, in the first of two vans traveling across the twisting mountain roads, three of the passengers were fast asleep and therefore silent. Well, save for the light snoring coming from the loudest of them all. The most quiet one was the only one awake at this time, his gaze focused at the large, towering trees that rushed by him, appearing from behind him and slowly vanishing from view out the rear window. He couldn't see anything beyond them, and when there was a break, it was usually a sheer
Hollow Eyes - PrologueHer heeled shoes clicked across the tile floors at a fast pace. Her brown hair flowed behind her, swaying left and right from the black band it hung from. Her golden eyes, framed by thin black glasses, peered ahead with an unwavering gaze. She paid no attention to the doctors rushing past her, to the nurses who quickly stepped out of her way. The only thing that mattered to her currently was the clipboard tucked between her folded arm and her breast. No... It wasn't the clipboard. It was what the clipboard held, the papers firmly locked into place. The people rushing around her, the patients awaiting to be transported away, the florescent lights that illuminated the white hall... None of that mattered. It was of no importance to her.
The only thing - or rather, the only one - that managed to capture her attention was a man who had run up to her side and held out folded piece of cloth for her. Without even looking at him, she grabbed the cloth and shoved the clipboard into his chest. "A