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Jack had been imprisoned in his cell for over a week now, the only source of daylight coming through a four inch slit in a crack on the wall. He couldn’t remember how or why he’d been arrested—probably because that night at the saloon he’d had way too much to drink—but now he wanted out and resorted to banging on the cell bars and screaming at the top of his lungs.

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.02.2017 @ 11:22 am


“Angel we have heard on high, sweetly singing o’er the plains…and the mountains in reply, echoing their joyous strains…”

Jonathan hummed along to the familiar tune as he walked along the snow covered sidewalk, Gina’s arm linked through his. “Can you believe Christmas is next week?”

“It’s surreal.” His girlfriend said, looking up at him with bright green eyes. “But I’m just happy I get to spend it with you.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 03.20.2016 @ 8:19 pm


The cloudless sky was begin to darken, and Amelia shivered. It was a sign of the times, a bad omen. Whether it would directly affect her or not, something horrifying was about to hit their city, she could feel it—and nothing could be done about it.

» Posted By Blue Iris On 06.16.2014 @ 5:56 am


“He’s one of those odd types, you know that believes in evolution and all that sort of thing,” quipped my Aunt to her sister, referring to my husband as though he weren’t sitting across from us at the dinner table.

“Aunt Marie, quiet!” I hissed, giving her a pinch on the arm. “I’m a believer in evolution too, you know. Do you think I’m odd, your own flesh and blood? Stop talking about Jerry. He hasn’t done anything to you personally, now has he?”

She glared at me. “You, of all people, Annaliee, should know your place. You weren’t raised to be such a disrespectful child…”

I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue. Of all the places to live, why here?

» Posted By Blue Iris On 06.08.2014 @ 6:09 am


“Quit stalling, Pete. Get to the point.” Ella huffed, crossing her arms.

Pete rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Okay, fine…my point is…well…will you marry me?”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 06.06.2014 @ 2:00 pm


“What’s the matter with you?” She cried, fighting back tears that burned her eyes. Her voice had since lost the sultry tone it had for the role she rehearsed not but an hour ago. “Do you want me in this movie or not?”

Evan groaned, dropping the flowers he’d hoped Liz would take as an apology to the floor as he strode over to the blonde. “Yes, I want you in it, Liz! But I’m tired of fighting over every little thing with you! Our characters are supposed to be in love, not hate each other!”

“I’m trying my best, Evan, but you’re making it more difficult than it is!” She snapped, tearing her eyes away from him. Her voice got considerably quiet as she said, “It takes everything in me not to just…grab that face of yours and kiss you. And not as part of the show, either.”

He blinked, realization hitting him after who knows how long…and seeing as there were no other viable options, he kissed her.

Mission accomplished.

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.27.2014 @ 5:10 pm


Megan swallowed the rest of the red wine, resting the crystal cup on the granite countertop before going to the fridge to start on dinner. She stopped before opening it, sighing as she saw her murky reflection in the stainless steel doors. She wished she could erase the acne and small bumps that had dotted her face for years—bullying in her high school days fostered the self hatred, as makeup did little or nothing to help.

“God, I’m so ugly…” She whispered, realizing she’d vocalized her bottled up thoughts for the first time.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

She jumped, somehow managing to bite back a scream as she whirled around, surprised to see Jonathan standing there. His dark brown eyes held a glint of anger as he stepped towards her.

“Megan, are you serious? You’re beyond gorgeous. You don’t have blonde hair or blue eyes but that doesn’t mean you’re ugly…” He blinked, holding her gently by the shouders, disappointment and an emotion she couldn’t detect washing over him. “Why do you think that?”

She stared up at him, mouth slightly agape. When was the last time Jonathan gave her as much as a glance? He was her brother’s best friend, not hers. “Why do you care?”

The warm lips that covered her own answered that question and, perhaps for the first time in her life Megan felt not only beautiful, but loved.

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.24.2014 @ 9:34 pm


The feeling of loneliness coiled around her heart like that of a snake’s tail, and she let out a small gasp before covering her mouth, tears burning her eyes the second she closed them tight. Why did her dreams have to suffer at the expense of someone else? It was anything but fair.

And then, rough fingers reached out and touched her exposed shoulder in the gentlest of ways. “Look at me. Please.” Simon’s voice was unusually tender, making Lillie wonder if she was talking to the same man as before—and then he carefully swung her around to face him. “I didn’t do what I did to hurt you, believe me…I did it because I knew if you signed that contract, I’d never see you again. I’m not ashamed to say I couldn’t have dealt with that.”

Precious seconds passed. His hands hesitantly fell to her waist, pulling their bodies closer together. And then, she kissed him. Firmly yet passionately. They haven’t looked back since.

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.22.2014 @ 4:40 pm


And then Brian proceeded to continue talking, hands gesturing to further bolster his point, eyes dancing with excitement. What was he talking about? Oh, something having to do with how much latitude journalists have nowadays, specifically pertaining to celebrities. But Ariana wasn’t listening; well, she was, but she was more focused on the blond that sat beside her, and how lucky she was to have him in her life. His warm hazel eyes, his sharp jawline, and perfect smile—today she realized how much she adored them.

And when he asked for her opinion, she laughed and set her hand atop his. “Bri, I love how you’re always so animated. It’s cute.” Dozens of other things floated in her brain, but she forced them away. Now was not the time, now was not the time.

He smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, I know.”

When is it okay to tell your best friend you’re in love with him?

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.18.2014 @ 9:49 pm


Drew wrapped his hand around the steaming mug of coffee, using the other to turn down the volume on the television in the kitchen as he turned to his girlfriend, who was frying eggs for breakfast. “They said there’s supposed to be some pretty severe thunderstorms in Florida tomorrow. Have you talked to your mom lately?”

“Yeah, she said they started stocking up on non-perishables.” Ana replied, flipping the over easy egg and sprinkling it with salt. “It still makes me nervous, though. Last year they got hit pretty bad.”

Drew nodded and set his mug down, putting a few strips of bacon in a buttered pan. “I’m sure they’ll be okay, babe.”

She smiled at him and then turned off the burner. “Eggs are done.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.14.2014 @ 3:43 pm


Susan picked up a few more wooden planks that were weathered and warped by the violent storm the previous night, tossing them into the back of the truck. She sighed, pushing her red hair behind her ear. “Austin, how much more do we have to do?”

Austin emerged from the garage, sweat glistening off his bare chest. “Not much, but I was going to get the cleaning stuff. Why? You tired?”

She nodded, sitting down on an upside-down bucket. “A little, yeah.” Her eyes scanned over his toned abs, just for a second, before meeting his eyes again. But a smirk was touching his lips and she knew she’d been caught—again.

“Like what you see? Gotta give me cash if you want more.” He said with a chuckle, teasing her as usual. Her cheeks flushed as she stifled a giggle; oh, how she wanted to kiss him…

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.13.2014 @ 10:58 pm


Once they exited the jet black Escalade, it was chaos. Paparazzi swarmed in like bees to their hive, flash bulbs stinging their eyes as they struggled to simply make it to the sidewalk. Reporters—stalkers, if we’re honest—shouted questions, their gruff and demanding voices overlapping.

“Tom, are you and Lia dating? Did it ruin his relationship with Sirena?”

“Lia are the rumors of your pregnancy true?”

She suddenly recieved a rough shove and nearly fell if it hadn’t been for Tom’s strong arm around her waist. The questions quickly turned to crude remarks, and Lia felt tears spring to her eyes.

“We’re almost there, babe. Just stay close and keep your head down.” Tom tenderly instructed, to which she quickly obeyed. Could she ever get used to this lifestyle?

» Posted By Blue Iris On 05.03.2014 @ 9:01 pm


For me, loneliness equals pain. I can’t say why, I don’t even KNOW why. It just does. I suppose, really, I shouldn’t feel this way—I’ve got everything and then some. But why don’t I feel complete?

» Posted By Blue Iris On 04.29.2014 @ 8:36 pm


“Chris, my ultimate goal here is trying to write a sweet, heartfelt song in honor of my mom.” Kari swallowed hard, blinking the tears away. She’d cried too much today already. “I just…I miss her. A lot. And I know we don’t always get along, but you’re such a great musician, and—”

“Kari, slow down.” He adjusted his square-rimmed glasses and rested his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to beg. I know what’s it like to lose someone you love…I’ll help you with your song, okay? Promise.”

She smiled, ignoring the tingly sensation when he removed his hand. “Thank you.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 04.24.2014 @ 1:43 pm


The stillness in the room after the shots were fired made her chest ache. She knew she’d done the right thing; Sinclair was going to kill Sheriff Walters otherwise. But sweat still dotted Allie’s forehead, fear made her hands shake, and salty tears slid down her cheeks.

It felt like she had abandoned everything she had been taught: killing was killing, no matter who held the weapon, good man or bad.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” A warm voice said in her ear, strong arms wrapping around her frame to prevent her from hitting the floor. A twinge of comfort washed over her, but dread covered it quickly. Once the train arrived in Denver, she’d be arrested for murder, no doubt.

“Allie.” She felt someone shaking her, and she slowly lifted her head to meet Father Sanchez’s face. The young preacher she’d seen many times while traveling, but had never gotten to know. “Allie, please stop crying. You did the right thing.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 04.23.2014 @ 8:26 pm


“Mark, that’s impossible. The police simply can’t think that you killed the Professor!” Morgan tugged gently on the sleeve of his coat, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You’re innocent. I know it. And if I have to spend every second, every minute, proving it then so be it.”

He half smiled. “Thanks but no thanks, doll. I couldn’t ask you to stick your neck out for me.”

Her green eyes glistened with tears, with love, reserved only for him. “I’d do it whether you asked me to or not.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 04.20.2014 @ 9:49 pm


“This classifies as withholding evidence, Jon.” Inspector Marsden raised the Manila folder and waved it around, his eyes holding disapproval. “Why didn’t you show this to the police earlier?”

Jon sighed, as if the reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world. “Inspector I told you, I had to protect Grace or else you all would’ve torn her to shreds! That picture proves she wasn’t there at the time of the murder—”

“Keep in mind that you’re not a cop, you’re a reporter, and barely one at that.” Marsden cut him off, eyes flashing with anger. “Stay out of the way and let me do my job, or else I’ll have them keep a jail cell nice and comfy for you.”

» Posted By Blue Iris On 04.18.2014 @ 1:58 pm

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