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Irish LuckThat morning, Molly was seated in the kitchen with a lovely cup of Irish Breakfast and the classifieds and comics from the local paper laid out before her on the oak table. There was a little plate set dangerously close to her right elbow that only had a smear of grease and morsel from her bacon and eggs. The red mutinous tresses had been tamed back in shower-dampened braided pigtails that defiantly exploded past the hair ties.

Unknowingly to her, one of her domestic felines had brought the most unusual prey into her home that ordinary Tuesday morning.

This tabby-cat in particular is named Lackadaisy. Now Lackadaisy, or Daze, is a sweet lit

Tornado Talk     She'd never heard wind like it. The girl, Lilah, was from a place where the only season meant Santana winds blew, and they blew hard, but not as hard as this wind. The man she was with didn't wake up. He slept on while the day began.

     One of the six children they babysat, a little boy, came to their room.
     He shook the man's foot to wake him.
     The child looked alarmed, but not as alarmed as the man did when the little boy grabbed his foot.
     Lilah was amazed to see the man she'd marry pull the

THE DECLARATIONTHE DECLARATION

Father Wallace roamed between the pews, too anxious to stand still. Wringing his hands in front of his cassock, he tried to ignore the noise filtering in from the street and focused instead on the weight of the rosary around his neck. He had waited for this day for years. His entire life led to this one moment, and the remainder of his days hung in the balance, waiting.

A chant rose from the crowds outside the church, breaking his reverie. With quick steps he reached the doors of the church and pulled them back. The roar of the crowd washed over him. The red haze, ever present from the mineral camps, cast the city and

DamnationDamnation

I watched him across the kitchen table as he poured himself another shot of amber punishment. I've been here the entire night, yet time seemed not to exist. It had grown blurred, fuzzy. As it always did. Was this his third drink of the night? Or his fourth? And when did he start drinking it without Coke?

The Ether delivered the answer with cold directness: two years, seven months and twenty-nine days.

God, had it really been that long since we started this morbid peep show of ours? Since I'd been forced to watch him destroy himself glass by wretched glass? The thought that this slow suicide shouldn't matter crossed my mind, but I

HUITZILOPOCHTLIHUITZILOPOCHTLI

I make you dinner,
The entire time
Devoting myself to thoughts of
How to brown the meat,
And how fine to chop the onion
--never crying---
because soon you will come home,
and take your fill of the food I have so
carefully and lovingly prepared for you.
and we can talk over forks and spoons
glinting like the light off our white, white teeth,
laughing when I say I burnt the pasta that one time
or
I dropped the cheesecake that one time--
We remember and don't regret.

When suddenly with fear that something is not right
I look to you and see what is really going on-- what I really did---
I laid myself down willingly on th

Song of Dom Claude FrolloMaria,
Maria,
Maria,
save my soul.

Maria,
Esmeralda,
Maria,
keep my soul.

Maria,
Esmeralda,
those names
are really
one in the same.

I'll be damned
I'll rot in hell
I'll die slowly
For her I love well.

Alas, 'tis not love,
no, nothing more
She is a gypsy
she is a whore.

Esmeralda,
Esmeralda,
Esmeralda,
torment me not.

Witch.
Goddess.
Esmeralda.

Though I be damned
rotten and dead
she'll share my death
or my bed.

Moore the FoolI was born on June 1st. I always liked the month cause that's when them beetles, all brown and shiny come out. The one's called June bugs. For the month. Emily always says if there was an April Fools' Day, then there must be a Fools' Day for every month. And if there was a June Fools' Day, then it was sure as shit must be the day I was born.

Emily was sayin' I was a fool. She was always sayin' things like that. It's okay though 'cause I know I ain't as smart as her. She says I'm down right foolish, but I ain't too sure about that cause lest I know I'm dumb. I don't think Emily much ever had faith in my brains, if you know what I mean, but sh

Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.

Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undistu

Infatuation(Verse 1)
I watch you dance from afar
with people watching, people laughing
Why do I keep thinking about you
when I don't even know who you are?

(Bridge 1)
Ablaze from a vision so enchanting
I can't sleep---your feet tiptoe through all of my nightmares
All night I torture myself with sweet impossibilities
'til I'm too weak to fight for the truth

(Chorus)
Is it a crime?
Fascination with someone you've only seen twice?
Infatuation with someone you've only seen three times?
Is it a crime
that I want to press your lips to mine?

(Verse 2)
You waste your beauty on the weak,
on the common, the unworthy
If you could see what I coul

Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
Empty.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without

Joel is Having a Bad Day(And He Really Needs A Smoke)

CHARACTERS:

JOEL, male, mid-twenties

BILLY, female, late teens to early twenties
Lights up on JOEL and BILLY, who are sitting outside on the back porch. The three or four chairs are mismatched and seem to have been salvaged from the reject pile of a Salvation Army store. A wooden coffee table hails from an indiscernible decade and holds a glass ashtray with dozens of cigarette butts sticking out of it. JOEL is smoking, trying to ignore BILLY.BILLY
You know, you really shouldn't; I heard somewhere that those things can make your teeth turn to mush and your fingers grow all bendy and twis

The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.

I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.

Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.

Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hai

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by ~juniorel, Mar 2, 2012, 2:03:00 PM
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BOOK ONE

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I'm not who you think I am. That's the first thing you should know about me.

For example, I met Valentine on Valentine's Day, which is why I call him Valentine. It isn't because I'm some asshole making fun of a guy who could never get a girlfriend. I'd be the last person to make fun of a guy without a girlfriend; I've never had one in my life, nor do I want one, to be honest. I called the kid Valentine because, when I first met him, he refused to speak aloud, and I couldn't understand sign language. It was a simple matter of communicative difficulty. And could I help it if, even after we learned to communicate, he got attached to the name and insisted all his teachers use it? No. Not my fault. It's a good name, anyway. I don't know why everyone says I gave it to him out of spite.

So you see, not everything you've heard about me is true. I mean some of it is, in a twisted sort of way. I admit my social skills leave something to be desired, but I've always done my best to be friendly. I remember my first caseworker used to say, "You have to be a friend to have a friend." I get it, and I tried that. But here's the thing I learned about friends: they will destroy you. You know that tower of peace and solitude you built for yourself? You know the identity you carved out all on your own, with your own blood, sweat, and fierce cosmic questioning? They'll rip it to shreds in a heartbeat. I'm not kidding. They'll rip it to shreds and they'll spit on it and dance on it, and then they'll ask you to show them mercy when you finally snap. But don't you dare give in. The moment you do, I promise you, they'll gather all the leftover pieces of you into a pile and show you just how combustible you are.

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Check Chemistry's webpage for updates on the book.

Read the next part.

This is a short, introductory scene for my novel Chemistry. Chemistry is a contemporary, YA retelling of Victor Hugo's classic, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, from the perspective of the story's antagonist Claude Frollo.

I will be posting more chapters from this novel, pretty regularly. I hope you enjoy them! Watch me for updates.

Edited to add: I think my descriptions should include fun facts about my choices and parallels with the original novel. So, here I changed Quasimodo's name to Valentine because more people celebrate and are familiar with Valentine's Day than Quasimodo Sunday, the holiday Quasimodo was originally named for. Claude Frollo did not (as is commonly believed) name him Quasimodo as an insult.

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~Shyanne-Kai Sep 14, 2012

It's good that you've done a lot of research, I'm not very familiar with The Hunchback of Notre Dame, so this is going to be interesting. You certainly have a very strong narrator.

~juniorel Sep 14, 2012 Writer

Thank you so much!

I'm glad you enjoyed the introduction to Chemistry. I do want to give you fair warning, though. I've already begone storing chapters for publication, so if you find some missing, that's why. BUT as soon as I publish the ebook, I'll do a free event so you can download the whole thing, if you like. I'll most likely announce it in my journal, so it won't be a surprise.

Thanks again for the encouraging comment!

~Shyanne-Kai Sep 15, 2012

No problem, I look forward to downloading it! Just one question: will I need an ebook to download it, or can I do it for my computer, as I don't own one?

~juniorel Sep 15, 2012 Writer

All you have to do is download this free application and you can totally read it on your computer or phone or whatever. So yeah, keep an eye on my journal and I'll tell you when the free event is. It won't be indefinite as I'm only allowed to do a few days, but I'll give ya warning about it.

~Cliuchi May 22, 2012

sorry I've been off line for about 3 months so I was not able to review this till now. But all in all I am very excited to see where this novel is going to go!!

~juniorel May 22, 2012 Writer

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy it.

~crazyBookworm013 Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Even though I haven't read the book, I do know the general plot of the disney movie. But I did enjoy reading this. The sense of mystery really captures the readers' attention. Well done.

~juniorel Apr 6, 2012 Writer

I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

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~juniorel Mar 12, 2012 Writer

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