Maxie: A Narrative Fiction

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

At least she’d drawn blood. It was Quade that she’d stuck, and she was glad for it, even if the damage was minimal. It hadn’t been Quade’s first time on the wrong end of a blade, either. The man was built like a lugnut, and he had a thin, shiny canyon of pink scar tissue snaking down across his face, from above his right eye to the edge of his left jaw. It must have been a real feat just to keep that pug nose intact. “You won’t be so feisty once you meet Mr. Talmidge, miss,” he drawled. He’d torn a section from his t-shirt and tied it tight over the gash she’d made in his forearm with the little pocket knife Brian had given her for her birthday so many years before. She’d finally had a chance to use it for something other than picking splinters.

“She is losing too much blood. Her feet is bleeding. Lee try to pull her feet.” The Father sounded intimidated. He endeavor his best to not be so loud.

Her brother was taken away as the police arrived. Bobby was forced to pull back as the local authorities took over the scene. They thought that Maxine had lost her mind. She was screaming things that made no sense. They labeled her as insane and sent her to the local asylum to serve out her sentence. Once there Maxine was subject to everything from medications, groups, doctors, shock therapy, and the horrible whims of one of the less than noble

Staring at the ceiling with a distant, catatonic gaze, the corpse’s eyes seemed to have a glassy appearance. Its mouth hung just slightly ajar in a lazy, almost relieved state, and the pale flesh still seeped with droplets of sweat that ran down along the clammy skin. It was a familiar sight to to the Khanid; a lifeless carcass that retained its death stare. However, what was most unnerving to him was the fact that the body mirrored his own, down to the small pock marks in the facial features from acne as a teenager.

When her focus shifted to Carlton, her throat tightened, but that was typical. While Maxen had captured her heart and soul, she still treasured those the years she spent with Carlton. She and her Carlton had shared a close bond,

It was wasn't the first time I've felt watched. Last week when I was walking home from the bookstore at night, I heard footsteps behind me. When I looked back, nobody was there.

I think about bringing up what the healer told us about his leg but he says something before I can.

"It's so hoooooottttttt!" My cousin whined as I continued doing my work. "Then why don't you just take your jacket off? No one is going to find this place ya' know," I replied blatantly. I didn't have to turn around to know that she most likely rolled her eyes at me. I swear, this girl is a bigger brat my grandmother's Chihuahua.

Yoongi said as he hit his hip at the edge of the table. He clutched his hip and pouted. It didn't hurt that much. In fact, it was a minor pain, but it was enough to make Yoongi cry. "Daddyyy" he whined out.

When Maxie discovers the sculpture, that displays his deformity, he’s shocked and angry. He shoots Cassie, but makes it look like suicide. The police investigate her death.

A huffing wind arose, stirring the branches of the oak trees. The clouds doubled up on each other menacingly as the rain fell in torrents. The musty, damp smell of wet earth engulfed me and blocked the acute smell of night from my den. My leather soles softened upon the mossy ground. I shook my warm coat. Slowly, I awoke from my slumber because the darkness was my time to prowl. In daylight, I am seen.

Chloe and Sam were not sure about the sun. As they awoke, it greeted them with welcoming arms and a warm smile over

The two of them are souzed and I am well aware of my gift of projection” I looked over at him, knowing and anticipating the pending goodbye and what his expectations could be. His physical stance was as unassuming as it had been all evening. There were no schemes to get me alone in the in a darkness of predawn. He did not pull me aside to force a moment with me. The only discussion was the logistics of going to Finesse’s house so they could get her dog and go back to Tin-Man’s place. Much of my mental energy was on Finesse and if it was a good idea for her to be swept away by Mr. Tin-Man. I was impressed with Tin-Man’s willingness to accommodate Vanessa’s dog and again it made me think of Mr. Wonderful doing the same for my bunny Galaxy, each and every time we were together.

“What happened?” I ask Grif as we sat down in the middle of the cave. Everything had been silent and still like a predator ready to attack its prey. “Explain to me, I am so confused.”