all and handsome with blue eyes that stare longingly into her soul, he kisses her deeply. One last embrace and he's off. He has dragons to slay. She clutches the letter tightly to her breasts as he rides off first to get the blessings of the priest. With any luck,…
This is Part V of my latest short story. Part I of Until You've Bled is here. f course Ned didn't have set office hours. "Whenever you need me, I'll make time to see you." That is what's on his placard. And a phone number. No other Professor is like…
This is Part IV of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. "Don't call me Mr. Westmore. Call me Ned. Mr. Westmore's my dad." He's probably in his 40s. Doesn't act like it though. Acts like a cross between a really old man and a kid. Or not a really…
This is Part III of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. ophomore year. Dad lived long enough for her to declare her major. Biology. Something she excels at. Something Jess leads her entire class at. Yet, she finds solace in sitting at the coffee shop drawing random people. Or…
This is Part II of Until You've Bled. Part I is here. "Teacher's pet". "Kiss ass". "Brown noser". Yeah, she's heard it all. Maybe if the others actually focused on doing their work instead of trying to be popular, they'd get decent grades. They didn't like Jessica. An otherwise good…