There is a hunter that’s attempting to kill both Nicholas, our cranky friend, and Megan, whom you have not met. Here’s a bit that I love about the Hunter…

In his mind, he is always marching. For ever and ever, one foot in front of the other to the beat of his heart, for ever and ever, amen. In his mind, the march turned any distracting emotion into useful kinetic energy. The motion, propelled by anger, frustration, rage, anguish, loss, sadness, loneliness, all focused his actions into an everlasting and eternal prayer to the Almighty, his Lord and Savior, amen.

In another attempt to get me writing regularly, and because I’ve really enjoyed posting bits of my writing here, I’m going to post regular excerpts from pieces that I’m working on. This idea may or may not have been flagrantly stolen from . Heh.

Nicholas can be so wonderfully cranky. :)

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Nicholas closed the journal and shook his head. He spun around in his office chair and hurled the pen at Megan. It sailed past her head to her left, and she simply smirked. “This makes no sense! I’m a terrible writer, and trying to remember the details of that night… it’s infuriating!” Megan did not move as Nicholas stood up and paced angrily across the room. His shoulder-length red curls flowed out behind him, distracting her from his angry movements. “It’s not like we haven’t had more telling encounters with him since, so any information about the way he behaved that night is trivial. I simply don’t see why you’re making me do this.”
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