The Uninvited

It was raining. It was a nice heavy soaking rain that dampened the soil and Sophie could almost hear the plants drinking. She stood on the front porch of her modest home watching the rain fall in straight wet curtains, the leaves bounce as the drops struck them, the puddles form in the middle of her yard. She had always loved the rain, the sound of it, the feel of it. It was as if the world were washed clean and everything began anew again when it rained.

A rumble of . . .

The Uninvited

It was raining. It was a nice heavy soaking rain that dampened the soil and Sophie could almost hear the plants drinking. She stood on the front porch of her modest home watching the rain fall in straight wet curtains, the leaves bounce as the drops struck them, the puddles form in the middle of her yard. She had always loved the rain, the sound of it, the feel of it. It was as if the world were washed clean and everything began anew again when it rained.

A rumble of . . .

Striver Chapter 1

Salinas, California ~ July 1, 2007

Sitting at my desk, my morning coffee warred in my head against a wine headache that throbbed in cadence to my pulse. The headache, though, was earned—my girlfriend Chelsea had taken me to a yacht club party the night before and we had taken down nearly a half a case of vintage wine between the two of us. Despite the brain fog that accompanied the throbbing. . .

Striver Chapter 1

Salinas, California ~ July 1, 2007

Sitting at my desk, my morning coffee warred in my head against a wine headache that throbbed in cadence to my pulse. The headache, though, was earned—my girlfriend Chelsea had taken me to a yacht club party the night before and we had taken down nearly a half a case of vintage wine between the two of us. Despite the brain fog that accompanied the throbbing. . .

Striver Chapter 1

Salinas, California ~ July 1, 2007

Sitting at my desk, my morning coffee warred in my head against a wine headache that throbbed in cadence to my pulse. The headache, though, was earned—my girlfriend Chelsea had taken me to a yacht club party the night before and we had taken down nearly a half a case of vintage wine between the two of us. Despite the brain fog that accompanied the throbbing. . .