Story Orgy – I Am Not Myself, Part 11

Good Monday morning once again, Story Orgy aficionados! I hope you had a fun and safe St. Patrick’s Day weekend, and that all the blessings of that magical day stay with you throughout the coming year.

Today, I am writing a 250 word Hook Up, and our prompt for today was: Write about memories underfoot. Hmm, I wonder whose memories and whose feet?

Our picture was, as usual, found by Jade Baiser. She has such great taste, doesn’t she? Thanks, Jade!

Are you ready to go back to that clearing in the woods around Kirkpatrick Manor and see if Jack, Dan, and Nora can escape from Angelica, Elena the night nurse and her possessed dolls? Scroll on down to read my post, and don’t forget to follow the links at the end to the other Story Orgy member posts.

Have a great week, see you soon!

I Am Not Myself

Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

The cold of the ground soaked into Jack’s cheek, brought up the memory of the day he first met Dan Archer. They’d been assigned to ride patrol together, got a call about domestic assault. The drunk boyfriend ran out the back door as they went in the front. Jack had tried for him first, got hit for it, and wound up out cold on the lawn. Dan’s voice woke him, his cheek cold against snow. Jack looked into Dan’s concerned face, and knew he wanted him.

That had been over six years ago. Now that he had finally been to bed with Dan, Jack knew their futures were intertwined. No matter how much of their future remained.

Jack watched Elena circle the stone altar, felt the dolls on top of him shift to watch as well. He timed Elena’s steps, waited for the perfect moment, and launched himself off the ground.

His movement caught most of the dolls by surprise. They flew through the air, but two clung to the back of his jacket. He felt the sting of their weapons stab his neck and shoulders. He shook his head, ignored the pain of their attacks and his broken wrist, and threw himself at Elena.

The woman turned, her mouth, parted to finish her chant, opened in a circle of surprise. He glimpsed Nora’s terrified face, saw Elena’s knife come up, felt the shock of impact with her rattle through him, and the long, thin blade push into his side.

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Oh no! What’s going to happen to Jack?! He can’t die … can he?! Guess you’ll have to come back next week to find out what happens. Until then, jump on over to the other Story Orgy blogs for more hot, smexy reads.

J.R. Boyd,    Lee Brazil,     Havan Fellows,     Em Woods,     Jade Baiser

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6 Responses to Story Orgy – I Am Not Myself, Part 11

  1. Sharon S says:

    No! You can’t stop now, Hank!!!

    I am loving this story.

    Sharon

  2. Lee Brazil says:

    Argh. These hook-ups are killing me! *cracks knuckles* You best have this worked out!

  3. Havan says:

    You know I think you are brilliant, Hank…I think you are one of the top suspence authors I read…now will you please stop pushing me to the edge of my seat and save our boys? *heads desk* Poor poor Jack…sooooo horrible – please let her have lousy aim!

    • Pauliita says:

      You know I think you are brilliant, Hank I think you are one of the top supsence authors I read now will you please stop pushing me to the edge of my seat and save our boys? *heads desk* Poor poor Jack sooooo horrible please let her have lousy aim!

  4. jade baiser says:

    What? I mean WHAT???
    Did you really have to stop there? I’m going to spend the week worrying for them! Next Monday, I won’t have any nails left!
    That’s mean Hank….