Monday, January 23, 2012

It's been two months that we've been on the boats. They aren't looking quite as nice as they used to. We have to get going soon, before the weather turns...but we also don't want to leave anyone behind.

We just found another survivor. There's something off about him. But I can't put my finger on it. I'll let you know if I figure it out.

The Boat
You think I do this to myself? No way, man. No way. I don't want to leave the's safe here. I don't have to have the visions when I'm here. And I won't leave.

The world isn't a safe place. Leave me out of it.

Born Lucky
The JD Chronicles

Monday, August 15, 2011

None of us could have guessed how devastating the invasion was going to be. How could we know how personal it would all become? How could we have been led to do something so...

I shudder to think on it.

The Owners
Dakrness Within

Sunday, August 14, 2011

I've done the bidding of God, Himself for a very long time...longer than any human or Patron could comprehend. I've seen every sin the weak human mind can conceive and I've punished each without Judgment of my own...only that of God, Himself.

But that's going to change.

The Devil, Himself
The Devil Stood Up

Saturday, August 13, 2011

This morning I saw the blue car driven by the blonde and she turned right at the third light but usually she makes a left at the fourth light! I thought it must mean something. I followed her for a while, but she only went to a gas station...was it a dead end? I think so, yeah. But it's so hard to tell! You have to consider everything! You can't let any of it escape your attention because what if you miss a message? I can't miss my sign. See that? Five into all ties in.

I'm sure it's yes.

I, James

Friday, August 12, 2011

James is behaving very oddly. I keep finding these little scraps in the trash with my name rewritten...misspelled...Laycee, Laycie, Laycey...what in the world?

He's driving me crazy with this stuff. I'm really starting to wonder about him. I mean, I don't think he's capable of violence or anything like that...he's not a bad guy. He's not a bad guy at all.

I better run; he's due home any minute. I have to get everything tidied up. But that's not unusual, is it? No one like a messy house.

Talk to you soon,

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I remember her dying, the first time.
I was only three, we were only three...but she's still alive.
Was it just a dream like Grandmother said? Why would she lie to me?

But if she did lie, then what does that mean for Charity and me?

Faith Creation, All Lies Revealed