Broken:
The chemistry between Skye and Brokk is palpable from the moment they set eyes on one another, are these two broken souls strong enough to heal each other and
fight for what they both crave; Love.
Here is a small teaser it has been edited by a friend but is as yet not published.Forget the Past, it is what it is and no amount of wishing on a star was going to change that.
Skye scratched his pen across the bleached paper of his diary.
Deal with the Present, because when life throws you a lemon and you’re out of Tequila
you just gotta deal with it.
The Future.. he sat back in his wheelchair and looked at the two words in front of him. How
could two simple words mean so much, yet at the same time so little.
Skye flexed his cramping hand and looked at his daily entry to his diary again. The diary he had been keeping since arriving home from the hospital after the accident. An accident caused when a man foolishly decided that he would have a whole hell of alot more than ‘one for the road’ and instead of getting a taxi home, he got behind the wheel of his RANGE ROVER
, ploughing through a group ofstudents. Students who had just finished their last show of their Final Major Performance, students who had, aspirations of WestEnd musicals and dancing on Broadway. Students whose families lives were ripped apart and shattered into a million pieces within a blink of an eye.
Casey Sturridge, age 52, fell asleep at the wheel of his 4x4 after consuming over five times the legal limit, killing Maisie Granger aged seventeen, Paul Mason also aged seventeen, and Oliver Platt. He also injured two others and crippled Skye.
The doctors refused to use the term ‘paralysed’ as he still had some feeling in his battered legs, but the 4x4’s bumper had pinned his right side so hard against the dry stone wall of the college grounds that most of his skin had been damaged along with a femoral shaft fracture, leaving his lower body scarred and weak.
Dropping his pen onto his desk, he pushed his hands through his unruly raven coloured hair, causing him to wince from the tightness of his scarred skin. He hadn't allowed his mother to apply his cream, pathetically enjoying the pain he felt he deserved from being one of the survivors.
Survivor?
Why would anyone call him a survivor when his life was over.
My newest project HEROES is a joint one with beautfl_tragedy an author I had the privilege of meeting during NaNo.
I am also re working some of my older fanfictions to produce a compilation of short M/M stories called Love and other endings....
