Kylan

The ground is chapped. It is all cracked up and rough, like crocodile skin made into fancy lady's boots and the dying sun paints it red. Railroad tracks run through ...

A/N: Those of you who know Spanish are going to have to help me out here as time progresses. There are only three or four words of Spanish in this ...

A/N: Hopefully everyone will find this chapter more eventful. 'Tis a tad longish. ** Louis places his hand on the neck of the mare and rubs it with his open ...

He leans there up against his car with his chest exposed from under his madras shirt and a cigarette hanging from his lips. The smoke he breathes out is musty ...

A/N: After chapter six, everything picks up. -- On weekends, Maria takes me up to some stables that my father holds in Glenville. He never goes up there himself, though. ...

Louis spreads himself across Bo's back, lying with his dry, open mouth against the base of her neck, inhaling the stale smell of her skin, the way the inside of ...

I run up the stairwell of the old apartment block on Tenth Avenue with my breath ragged and splinteredged and rough, choking out of my throat. Oscar runs beside me. ...

A/N: I've started writing this again. -- I sit in the bathroom on the toilet for two hours, with my pants on and the seat down. I feel all lazy ...