Chronicles

“Happy Thanksgiving” an R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

Why was it so dark? Mikey couldn’t help but wonder with a groan as she tried to find the willpower to leave the comfort of her bed. It took several grumbles, a few muttered curses that would have immediately resulted in her spending the next month in her room if her mom heard her, but eventually she managed to shove the covers off.

It took a few more grumbles until she managed to sit up. Several minutes later, her feet touched the floor and she managed to stand up so that she could stumble her way to the bathroom that… Read More

The Favor: Part II

“This isn’t going to work,” Cole said, sighing heavily as he rubbed his hands down his face.

“Yes, it will,” Jonathan said, licking his lips nervously as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the windows and out of sight of the store manager that had been watching them for the past ten minutes.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” Mikey said with a sigh as she plucked the money out of Cole’s hand, turned around and-

“It’s not too late,” Sebastian said even as he gave her a pitying look that had her eyes narrowing on her… Read More

An Excerpt from The Promise

From "The Promise" An NFH Novel

“Please tell me that you’re not really looking up the rules for friends with benefits,” Reed said as she scrolled down the page and couldn’t help but shake her head with a sigh, because they were already screwing this up.

“I like to be informed,” she said, wondering how they were supposed to follow rules five through eight while she was living here. Then again, rule number four might be an issue since she really wasn’t interested in exploring her BDSM side. Except for the spankings. She was definitely interested in the… Read More

The Favor: Part I

“She’s not going to do it,” Sebastian said, not bothering to look up from the book that he’d helped himself to from her backpack while she tried to figure out why Cole and Jonathan were staring at her.

“You don’t know that,” Cole said as he gave her a hopeful smile that matched Jonathan’s.

“I really do,” Sebastian said, sounding bored as he reached over and helped himself to the PB&J sandwich that his mother made for her.

“Know what?” she asked, rolling her baseball between her hands as she sat there, trying to find the willpower to do her homework.

“We need… Read More

A really long freaking day…

So, I've had an interesting, somewhat disturbing day, where I've made several attempts to write the Chronicle this weekend only to get waylaid by completely random and bizarre things getting in the way. Let's see, I've discovered just how incredibly gross kittens can be, which was immediately followed by discovering how much Lysol it took to clean that disturbing discovery, which was followed by the need to clean the entire downstairs. That was followed by finding out that one of the kids dropped a metal measuring cup in the garbage disposal. Somewhere in there I had to deal with… Read More

Date Night: Part III

“I will kill you!” he heard his wife bite out through the door.

“This was for your own good!” he heard Sara snap as he took a moment to straighten his tie.

“I hate you!” his wife snapped back as he raised his hand to knock.

“That’s him!” Kasey hissed.

“I’m not going!”

“Yes, you are!”

“They don’t fit!”

“Yes, they do! Now stop bitching and answer the… Read More

Date Night II

“What the hell is she doing?” Kasey asked Sara as the two of them stood there, shaking their heads in disgust while Zoe did her best to ignore them.

“Trying to piss us off,” Eric mumbled absently around a handful of popcorn as he shifted to get more comfortable on the bed next to her as she lay there trying to figure out why this movie looked so familiar.

“Am I allowed to watch this?” Jonathan asked from her other side.

“Probably not,” Eric said with a shrug while she watched as the creepy looking doll suddenly sat up, grabbed a knife,… Read More

Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious

“Let me out!” the small woman that should have run when she had the chance said as she continued to pound on the pantry door.

“No,” he said even as he yanked the chair away from where he’d had it wedged beneath the doorknob and opened the door, needing to see with his own eyes that she was really unharmed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he was already shutting the door and shoving the chair back in place to keep her from getting herself in more trouble.

“We need to leave, Trace,” she said, sounding frustrated as… Read More

Date Night: Part I

“What if she says no?”

“Why would she say no?” Trevor asked his son as he stood in front of the closet door mirror, trying to get his tie right.

“That’s what I was wondering,” his son’s partner-in-crime asked from where she laid on her bed, rolling a baseball between her hands.

“Because she loves me,” he said with a sigh when he was forced to pull his tie free and try again.

“I thought she lost a bet?” Mikey asked, sending Sebastian a questioning… Read More

Passing Time: Part I

“I don’t wanna go,” Zoe mumbled into the couch cushion with a forlorn sigh that she felt didn’t convey just how much she didn’t want to go so she followed it up with a louder, longer drawn out sigh.

“What time are you supposed to be there?” Haley asked from the comfortable leather chair where she was devouring another bowl of brownie batter.

“Now,” she said with a pathetic whimper as she laid, trying to find the motivation to go only to decide that nothing was going to get her off that couch.

Absolutely… Read More