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18th Jan 2016, 7:46 PM


Page 12 is here, kids!

And keep an eye out below for preview chunks of the complimentary Bloom Saga novel: Eek! Below today we have the first chunk of chapter 1.

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Eek sighed as she opened the door.
Yet another rough day. You know the kind; the wine didn't turn up, the entertainers pulled out and the venue upped their prices. Ok, so maybe you don't know exactly that kind of day, but I'm sure you get the idea.
Anyway, back to the story.
Eek came in, put her keys in the bowl by, but not too close to, the door, turned that smug picture of her and her ex-girlfriend over (that one she doesn't really know why she keeps around, but does anyway) and poured herself a glass of red before flopping onto the couch.
A year on, and the apartment still just felt empty when she came home on those all-too-often hard days on the grind. But, she assured herself, it was never going to work. Still, though, it was nice to have someone to pour the merlot.
Yes, i know, the story.
Eek liked to listen to the storm outside, so she didn't bother putting any music on tonight. Instead, she sat back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of her couch and the gentle purring and snuggling of the furry thing in her lap. This, she thought, was nice.
She’d often thought about getting a cat since she’d split with Fran. It wouldn’t be able to handle the wine pouring duties, but at least there would be someone to greet her when she came in. Eek thought of herself as more of a dog person, really, but there was no time for walks, and with a cat she could just crack a window to let it go and kill something. When she was with Fran, there was always so much life in the apartment. That girl came with some serious hangers-on. The cat, Rolly, the dog, Bongo (a desperately cute, but sort of hideous little mutt she had picked up from the local shelter) and the hermit crabs, Tupac, Biggy and Jay, always kept them pretty busy. Then there was the girl herself, the one with the wine pouring opposable thumbs and cuddles and who smelled like jasmine handsoap and those fluffy socks that she swore she absolutely, positively, did wash at least semi-regularly.
Ok, story. I know, I know.
So Eek was slumped into her disgustingly comfortable couch, by now wondering what her ex and her animal entourage were up to and stroking the purring, cuddling furball. Then the air in her lungs turned to mercury, and she remembered she didn’t have a cat.
Oh Christ. Christ on a pissing bike.

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22nd Feb 2016, 1:32 AM


The troll is gone now. May we conclude that the bear won the fight and chased away the troll?

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