Life After
Excerpts
Excerpt 1:
Topher
Holy fucking shit. This girl is nuts.
I can’t
help the smirk spreading across my lips. I bring my glass up to my mouth,
taking another sip from it.
“Look,
man, I won fair and square, and you want to be a sore loser? You knew what you
were getting into when you agreed to play. I’m sorry you underestimated my
skills.”
The
giant of a man stalks forward toward the girl. She doesn’t move an inch. Badass.
She
looks fierce behind her glossy black hair. The bottom of it is dyed teal, and
she has chocolatey brown eyes. She is short, no taller than 5’2”. She has an
hourglass figure, and I’m pretty sure she’s Hispanic. Although much smaller
than her opponent, she stands tall. There is no fear in her eyes. I can’t look
away.
What’s
even more entrancing is the fact that this isn’t just a two-person
argument—there are two more goons standing behind the one in the altercation.
They have their arms crossed in front of their chests, waiting for the right
moment to jump in.
“Give me
my money back and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here,” the huge man threatens.
He has bulging biceps and looks Hawaiian.
The
ferocious girl glances up at him. “Maybe you’ll let me walk out of here?” She
laughs, slamming the money back onto the pool table. “You’re going to pay me
what you owe me, and maybe I’ll
forget this ever happened.”
I don’t know this girl from Adam, but she’s
downright insane if she thinks she can take him.
Excerpt 2:
Destiny
The wind whips my hair around my face with a vengeance.
Being out here like this, one with nature, is one of the biggest reasons I
wanted to ride a motorcycle. There is something about morning dew touching your
nose as you ride, the wind kissing your cheeks. Taking my Harley out is not
only therapeutic, but also exhilarating.
I didn’t have a set destination in mind when I took
off this morning at dawn, but it feels nice to ride without a care in the
world. After a few short hours, I return to my apartment sun-kissed and hungry.
Rummaging through my fridge, it’s apparent there isn’t much more than butter
and water. Grabbing my keys, I’m out of my apartment faster than one could say
cheese. Church has decent lunch specials, and I’ll be able to pick up the check
from our last show there.
The bar is quiet and nearly empty when I arrive,
just the way I like it. Hopping off my bike, I’m led inside by the aroma of
chicken noodle soup. The bartender nods my way, already heading toward the back
room to get my check.
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