Roswell Fanatics

VII. I was running late, they were all going to be gone before I got there, I just knew it. My meeting with the Council had taken longer than assumed, so I knew that everyone would be there before me. And it was so rarely that we got to spend time together as a whole family, all of us, that I had to...

VI. December 1, 2017 Albuquerque, New Mexico The divorce went quickly, I made sure of it. I had a feeling she would want to marry Max as soon as possible. Liz got the house and everything of hers. I got everything else. Anything that we had collected together I got, and I quickly sold it and sent he...

V. I heard the door slam. Liz was home. Finally. It was about time. She walked in calmly, and began making coffee. She was careful to tread on the glass, knowing how it would annoy me. “Where have you been?” I asked quietly, deciding not to show how angry I was. I didn’t understand, and I didn’t kno...

IV. I am home. Not the Crashdown. Not my Boston apartment. Definitely not the place where I live with my husband. But I am home. In the arms of Max Evans. Also a king. But I only know him as Max. It’s sunrise. I can tell by the way the light is hitting my face. I stretch my arms out, and look over i...

III. She left the front door unlocked. I wanted to give her a few hours to herself. I never dreamed she would leave. Her car was still here. Her car keys, her purse. She didn’t even clean up her mess. But where was she at 2:30 in the morning? I cleaned up her mess silently, and tossed and turned the...

II. I started smoking a week after they left. Maria couldn’t believe it, but Kyle hadn't been too surprised. Maria had her cedar oil and he had his weight lifting. Michael wasn’t really surprised, he always said I needed some sort of unhealthy addiction. His unhealthy addiction was his argument skil...

I. I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. The air was heavy, as usual. I could hear music in the background. Sheryl Crow, one of her old CDs, was being played. “And I shall believe.” Ah, Liz must be home. “Liz? I’m home.” I walked into our house. Ah, there she was. What was wrong with her...

NOTE: I have posted this many other times and places, but it's been a very long time. I have FINALLY finished this, so a lot of you might remember this and be happy! Sorry it took so long! -Daisy TITLE: Fuel AUTHOR: Daisy E-MAIL: A_Rainy_Day_In_April@hotmail.com RATING: MATURE CATEGORY: Futuristic, ...