Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Drabbles from A Lucky Shot

If you click here: Drabbles, then you will be sent to a blog post that consists of five different 100-word drabbles, explaining how my characters from A Lucky Shot acted after Game 3, you know... the shit storm.

Some Nights -- Jordan Staal

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...
oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh
oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh
Jordan, I love you. You’re a real prick sometimes, but you’re my prick.
Shhhh, don’t talk baby, just relax. Everything’s going to be fine.
Everything hurts. I just want the pain to stop.
Listen. You, and Rachel, are going to be fine.
Rachel, so you found out my secret, eh?
Shouldn’t leave papers on the counter, Jessica.
There was a short laugh, and then he watched as she arched in pain. Monitors started going haywire, she screamed and grabbed his hand, holding onto him for dear life. And then she settled back down onto the hospital bed. He watched her chest rise, and when it fell… the solo tone echoed throughout the room. He pressed a kiss to lifeless lips, and whispered he loved her one more time.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Getting Back in Shape

A Kris Letang one-shot, because even I'm excited that he's back!!


She unlocked the door and dragged her carryon through the doorway, kicking the wood closed with her foot.

“Kris? Are you home??”

The only light on was the one above the stove, and that usually meant that no one was in the house. But after the concussion, it wasn’t strange to have soft lighting on to make sure that he could find his way everywhere. Also, it was an off day, and he knew she was coming home…

“Where is that man,” she mumbled to herself as she set the mail on the counter and threw her keys on top of the small pile of envelopes. She was just about to turn around when she felt, more than saw, someone enter the kitchen behind her. Before she could find something to protect herself, two hands settled on her hips, and spun her around.