Split Your Heart, Not Your Tongue

Last week I posted my first short story based on the characters from my book series (RED Tragedies Series or A Tragic Heart Series, whatever you want to call it) and here I am this week with a new one. You can view the one from last week here ( Peyton: The One ) before reading this one if you want. As I stated in my initial post about the short stories they will be posted in no particular order and can fit any book. This week the story comes from Taylor's point of view and if it belonged to a book it would belong to A Tragic Heart (Book 1 of the series). It's entitled "The Greatest Liar" and would fit perfectly with the triangle that happens between Taylor, Mason, and Peyton. Enjoy! Listen to " The Greatest Bastard " by Damien Rice while reading: https://soundcloud.com/damienrice/the-greatest-bastard Taylor: The Greatest Liar             Sometimes I wonder if we’re really in control of our decisions or if fate f...

Earlier today I posted that I would start writing short stories based on the characters from my books . I didn't know I would start so soon but the writing bug bit me tonight. The first story is told from Peyton's (the one from A Tragic Heart) POV. I thought, "Why not start with a fan favorite?" The short story is entitled, "The One" and takes off from the part in A Tragic Heart where he and Taylor comes back from their vacation with Mason in Australia. If "The One" belonged to a book it would fit right in with What Could've Been. It's an excerpt based on Peyton not going for a ride that night in A Tragic Heart. Enjoy! Listen to the song " Cherry " by Moose Blood while reading: https://soundcloud.com/nosleeprecords/moose-blood-cherry Peyton: The One                         It’s hard to believe in just a few short days I’ll be leaving her just to follow my dreams....

Intro Enough was enough. This was the last time I was going to allow him to treat me this way. My mom is gone and there’s no reason for me to remain here any longer. He’s the reason why she’s no longer breathing and I refuse to go out that way. It was time for me to leave. I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror. I was too young to go through this madness. I was only thirteen and I felt like I was living the life of a man. My face was sore and bruised. I guess since my mother was no longer here to be his punching bag, I had to suffice. Karson was my stepdad since I was nine years old but I never respected him. Night after night I would lie in my bed listening to the horror going on in the room next to mine. My mother’s screams from his beatings would enrage me, but what was I to do? I was only a kid. Still, I continued to blame myself. I should have been stronger. It wasn’t until I got a little older that I started to fight back. Fighting back only made him start to...