Snowstorm

Built off a writing exercise in my fiction class, possibly to be submitted in this revised form as my first piece of the semester for workshop!  I feel a little Stephen King-ish with this one, ha.  Enjoy the snow!

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Snowstorm

It had been snowing for weeks.  Night and day were distinguished only by the shifting shades of gray in the sky, the timed on and off of the orange streetlights overhead.  Schools were closed indefinitely and children celebrated in the streets for the first three days of the onslaught.  On the fourth day, the skies grew darker and the storm dumped an extra two feet of snow on top of the solid four-foot base.  That was when the parents started keeping the kids inside.

Devil's Trap

A little bit of self-mockery in this one - a love letter, if you will, to the teeming masses of Supernatural fans, who take things too far and leave no stone unturned.

Censure

The group "Censure" is not-so-loosely based on the hacktivist group Anonymous.  This is how I imagined my meeting with one of the members would go.  I wasn't sure about the story at first, but it's no as bad as I thought, upon second reading.  Enjoy :]

CP

In the alcove of the smoke-infested Medusa, over the din of mid-90s rock and pole-dancing Swedes, I had to let the prince down easy.  His hand on my chest, both of mine on his shoulders, I pulled away and let him kiss my cheek, my neck, my hair.  "I can't do this," I yelled in his ear, competing with Hoobastank for the prince's attention.  "I know this usually works out for you - I mean, I figure - but I don't do this."  He didn't stop, weakening my resolve.  I hardly heard myself mumble a pitiful, "I'm sorry," around his lips on my own.