thoughts and opinions by author s. andrew swann
S Andrew Swann | September 30, 2011
Friday, October 22 03:45 PM By the end of the week Allison had, for the most part, recovered from the party. All the whispering she’d overheard had been about Chuck’s header into the beer cooler. No one seemed to be talking about her part in the episode. Even so, her gaze kept scanning the school [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, Continued “You wanna party?” The guy said with such deadpan earnestness that Macy snickered. Allison sucked in a breath but couldn’t stop herself. She started laughing. It started as a small giggle, but before she’d raised her hand to cover her mouth her entire body was shaking. The giggle fit was contagious [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, 06:25 PM “Cheer up, girl.” Macy grabbed Allison by the shoulder, causing her to raise her head. She had been staring at a Butterfinger Blizzard that was slowly turning into soup. “You aren’t still upset about the party?” Macy asked. “Are you?” Allison shook her head and tired to put a good [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 26, 2011
Minor computer issue (me and my flash drive are not in the same place right now) so the next part of the novel will go up this evening. Apologies for the delay.
S Andrew Swann | September 23, 2011
Sunday, October 17, 04:17 AM Allison raced to get to school. She was late for Mr. Counter’s class and she desperately needed to deliver this history paper. She was horrendously late. When she got there, she discovered that somehow she had missed the rest of the semester and it was time for finals. She pushed [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 21, 2011
Sunday, October 17, 03:12 AM Chuck Wilson felt like shit. He was drunk, damp, and clutching a paper bag containing a forty‑ounce bottle of Colt 45 whose origins were lost in the fog of his memory. Worst of all, his head was throbbing again and the beer was barely able to keep the pain at [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 19, 2011
Saturday, October 16, Continued When Allison left the bathroom she saw someone had posted a note on the door. It read “Do not disturb,” and had a crude cartoon of a cat with its head in a toilet. Allison ripped it off the door and crumpled it up. She would never hear the end of [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 16, 2011
Saturday, October 16, Continued Dimly, Allison heard Macy yelling, “Make way, make way— the lady’s going to hurl. Move it. Move it.” Macy maneuvered her up the stairs, through a crowd of costumed teenagers. Witches, vampires, spacemen and soldiers blurred into an amorphous mass of sound and color. Allison still had enough mind left for [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 14, 2011
Saturday, October 16, 09:25 PM EST “Please, David. Do something about him.” Allison Boyle spoke in a harsh whisper. She hated the pleading sound in her own voice. It had been nearly an hour since Chuck Wilson had crashed the party and it had taken that long for Allison to work up the courage to [...]
S Andrew Swann | September 12, 2011
“Miss Jessica Mason?” She turned around, expecting to see a uniform— police, paramedic, or firefighter. But the man talking to her wasn’t any of those, at least not to look at him. He was stocky, in his late forties, or early fifties; older than her father. He was balding, and what hair he had was [...]
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