Hunter had known her secret for a long time; even before he had fallen in love with her. He had figured something was odd about her, and when confronted, she had told him, because she knew she could trust him. But that wasn’t a necessarily a testimony to how he treated people; it was because she knew. She knew a lot of stuff. Angel Frederickson could reach into your mind and pull out the information she needed, without a thought to morality or basic human rights. He wasn’t sure she was human...

Tender kisses on bloody lips, The saint and the sinner forevermore, I am the girl that likes to rebel, I fight, I curse, I generally raise hell, I laugh at the boy that will not hit back, I am quite certain I know what I lack, I push away the pretense of sanity, Though I take great stock in my vanity, So how am I the girl for him? The girl that makes his world spin? But for now I would like to be, The anomaly.

Punding footsteps echo through, This empty, spacious hall of doom, Never stop to look behind, You are warned; there is no more time, What have you done? Look around, no one cares, no one, This is the depths of the deepest hell. You cannot see, hear, touch, taste, or smell, You are another face in a sea of faces, No one and everyone, they remain the same, Welcome to school.

So here I am, sitting in the middle of Redneck, USA, wondering who the hell put me here and whether I can sue them. But then I remember my mother put me here, and I would probably lose my allowance if I sued her. So everyday I am put up to the excruciating pain of seeing shirts that proclaim, "Cowboy butts drive me nuts" or "Southern by the grace of god" or, my personal favorite, "Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve". I have finally learned to keep my mouth shut, however. I will not make some sa...

Markie Holland sat quietly by the edge of the pond that bordered her house, its soft splashes against the dock relaxing. A rickety old row boat was tethered to it, with the name Star Fire. Her bright blue eyes closed drowsily under the beating sun. She didn’t notice the young man who had appeared at her side, almost out of nowhere. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” he said. Her eyes snapped open and she rocketed to her feet like a cannonball. “Who’re you?” she demanded, backing away slowly. “A frien...

The girl glared out at the dingy interrogation room with emerald eyes from underneath a fringe of greasy black hair. Her face was now pale and gaunt, but he had seen her when they’d first brought her in- she had been lively and sarcastic, answering all their questions with unanswerable riddles. Now she didn’t answer to anyone at all. It had taken them until just yesterday to figure out her name. Three years since the arrest that never happened of the girl that never was. Since last night, he...

It wasn’t as dusty in this jail cell as it might’ve been in the saloon. Not that she actually cared; she was already measuring distances in her head for escape. The fastest girl in the West had actually been caught. Not that she hadn’t expected it, with that heavy a price on her head, dead or alive. She just hadn’t expected it to be so damn hard to break out of a small town jail. Apparently, this town had enough criminals to spring the money for some fancy jailhouse and nice outfit for the gu...