Entries By Tina Glasneck
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Even his asthma wasn’t going to keep him from defending himself. All thoughts of reaching for his inhaler disappeared with the sight of the long blade. His arms rose to block her slashes. He could see the craziness as it marred her once perfect face. Her doe eyes blared at him, showing him them whites. “Calm down, Dani!” he yelled, backing back until he came against the living room wall. He only had a couple of feet until the only thing between him and the knife would be nothing at all. Her arms slashed through the air. “I guess it was a bad idea to gift you those self-defense classes after all,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation. “You’re damn right it was. So I’m going to ask you ONE more time! Who the hell have you been screwing in my bed?”Posted By Tina Glasneck On 09.14.2012 @ 7:33 am
Her side hurt. Blood seeped through her fingers and pain radiated throughout her body as she limped forward, toward the busy street. She muttered words that only she could hear and understand. Anger radiated off of her. Her gun was still snug in its holster and her Vampire League badge was tucked onto her pants. Although she had authority to bring him in, tonight was the one time she thirsted for more. If she’d had magical powers, she’d have called it all down to bring that S.O.B. back to stand before her. Not only had he gotten away, but he’d destroyed her expensive silk blouse. Nothing got blood out of silk!
Her fangs slowly retracted. She’d have to feed soon or bleed out.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.23.2012 @ 8:22 pm
Today it seemed I was invisible, for all I saw staring back at me was my own disheveled appearance.The cold cup of coffee was half full in my hand. Its warmth was long gone, having been replaced by a coldness that seemed to seep into my soul. I stared out the large picturesque window before me from my almost comfortable spot on discolored pillows, while the scent of fresh brewing coffee attempt to soothe my broken soul.
When the bell chimed signaling the entrance of someone new into the small coffee shop’s confines, I could almost feel his inhumane glare. My flesh crawled as if thousands of spiders, roaches and ants ran up and down every inch of my skin. It took all of my strength to remain calm, to not look as scared as I felt. I put the paper cup to my lips and drank in the bitter brew.
He’d come to collect his debt.
He’d come to collect me.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.21.2012 @ 2:36 pm
The soothing sun’s rays gave her the only comfort she could take after a hellacious night. Her legs were tired from running; her back hurt from bending over and her hands still ached from gripping the long handled steak night. Just because the daybreak was evident, didn’t mean the threat was over. She knew that life wasn’t a horror movie, with the sun announcing the end of the psycho after her. No. He was still out there looking for her, and sun shining or not, she knew she had to be ready for anything he was going to bring her way.
Suddenly she heard a branch snap…Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.20.2012 @ 11:53 am
I was in the zone; I could track him if I just had that one more clue.
The white framed Victorian house was perfect from the outside, but once I crossed the threshold, I saw the struggle, the blood, and could almost hear the screams, feel the angst of the dead.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.16.2012 @ 10:09 am
The need was almost too strong to deny. He needed… no he wanted to kill her. If he did, he thought, his world would be better. He could already imagine the act, moment by moment. It caused his breathing to hitch, as he stared at her on the other side of the dinner table. He could even imagine the lovely contrast of seeing red splotches of her blood on the white linen table cloth. The want grew with each passing moment.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.14.2012 @ 2:28 pm
Ha! He expected her to respond to his texts, just because he’d rescued her the other night from a seemingly “bad” situation; it didn’t necessary mean that she had any desire to be WITH him. Out of the pot and into the oven, stuffed like a silly goose. Instead, all she deleted his messages and hoped he’d forget about her. She was already in the process of forgetting about him and last night.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.10.2012 @ 3:14 pm
I was supposed to be Ms.Manners, able to do what was proper in any situation, but what did social protocol require when the unruly sort breaks into your home and demands compensation?The good southern in me told me to grab my gun, but that would have been my sane side; the side that wanted to come out to play had other plans for my unexpected guest. Plans that required him to scream and beg. It wasn’t proper to visit a lady at such an hour. Luckily, I wasn’t proper, or a lady, for deep down within was something scratching to get out.
And she seemed to have gotten her chance.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.09.2012 @ 8:09 pm
Ha! He thought by his unplanned assaults on the circle of women, he’d be a step ahead, but boy was he past mistaken as he crashed into the old brick wall. He could hear each of the women call forth an element, pulling energy from the Earth. What he’d seen as easy prey had turned the tables on him. He was now to be their sacrifice.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.08.2012 @ 9:57 am
Jack sat at the table in front of the judge’s bench, crossed his arms and pouted, as only a teenager could. Assaults were a part of his criminal record. He’d been charged with physically assaulting everyone when he was sixteen, at least that is what his record wanted everyone to believe. He was supposed to fall into the category of moody teenager that liked to beat the crap out of people. No one knew that beneath his macho facade was really a genius that just wanted to hide in plain sight. It was easier to beat someone up instead of dealing with the ridicule of having a photographic memory and understanding what Einstein was really trying to say with his famous equation. No one understood him; instead of trying all they wanted to do was turn the key on him and lock him away forever. Maybe he’d punched that guy one too many times, but he’d called him a nerd, a geek. Like he belonged with the other crowd. The crowd that watched Glee, played chess and participated in band camp. He flexed his fingers remembering…Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.07.2012 @ 1:08 pm
It was to be a simple dare, but hearing the heavy footsteps not far behind me, as I continued to thrash through the woods, I knew that he was taking it to a new level. We were alone out there in the dense woods. There was nothing making a noise, not even a bird’s chirping ahead. Instead, all I heard was him coming closer and his yelling, promising me pain. Maybe I shouldn’t have kicked him that hard, but when someone pushed, I pushed back.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.06.2012 @ 7:13 am
I held the key tightly in my already sweaty hand and pushed it into the golden lock. My heart throttled and gunned in my chest like the Harley Davidson motorcycle I’d driven out into these dark woods in search of this ridiculous treasure. What would I find? Holding the the flashlight in my other hand, it was then I noticed the fresh droplets of blood…Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.05.2012 @ 8:38 am
The camera fell to the floor, there was nothing to see but it shattered into pieces. How was I going to explain to my business partner that I’d lost the one shot that could have made us millions in revenue all because I was distracted by seeing him…a more than beautiful man, dressed in historic apparel. It was almost as if he wasn’t a part of this world or time. As if he’d stepped right out of history and on to Broad Street- or maybe right out of my dreams and into my reality….Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.03.2012 @ 5:45 am
Ha! How could I be so naive to believe his intentions were good? I should have known watching his smiling face that something was up. He never smiled – at least not like that at me. But i thought for one moment, just if my fantasy could be real, then he saw me. He REALLY saw me.Posted By Tina Glasneck On 08.02.2012 @ 7:10 am