Rings of Honor

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2 Months Later It had been eleven years. Eleven years since Cameron Cotter had killed Lyla. Eleven years since he took Cici. Burned her alive, and left Simon Toews a hollow shell of a man. Two years prior, he’d been released after serving a nine year sentence. Prison was a constant battle, sometimes...

I have an idea for a new Simon story and want to keep this open when I get a chance to write it.

Three months later. Wind blew through vast fields of wheat. Haven was quiet in the Summer. For a man who had known the noise, activity and industrial stench of an urban sprawl most of his life, it was downright alien. Simon’s eyes opened, taking in that waving golden ocean before him. Despite the he...

Simon heard the screams as he approached the light at the end of the tunnel. Immediately his mind jumped to the worst possible circumstance. He was killing her. Ignoring the pain in his body, he broke into a run. When he finally cleared the exit, what he found was far more than he expected. Anna clu...

Simon’s legs tapped impatiently as the chopper made its approach on the farm. He peered out the window, looking below at the grounds. Another pair of helicopters sat in the field. Falk was already here. “Bring us down!” Simon ordered. Miles slapped a magazine into an AR15, his eyes flicking up to hi...

Simon clutched the edge of Falk’s desk, silence hanging in the room between him and Miles, the weight of what just happened crashing down upon him. Miles stared at him, unsure of what to do next. “What now?” the younger man asked. Simon remained silent, his hands shaking. “Hey.” Miles said. “I said-...

Simon glanced toward his son, eyeing him a moment. There were no doubts this kid was his. I’m every small tic and every breath, he saw himself. He wondered what could have been had fate not intervened. What would their life have been like if he and Anna had just left town? It certainly would have sp...

Glen Hansard- Say It To Me Now Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much has gone misunderstood And this mystery only leads to doubt And I didn't understand When you reached down to take my hand And if you have something to say You'd better say it now Cause this i...

In the homestretch right now. Collaborating with Tahlia Faras for the ending on this thing, but it will be coming soon. Thank you all for sticking with this story. I really hope you've enjoyed it.

The office was a wreck. Furniture toppled over, shelves and bottles shattered in a pool of exorbitantly expensive booze on the floor, and what Simon was certain was a very expensive coffee table broken into a million pieces. He held a rag up to his face, the bleeding mostly stopped, but the ache lin...

Sorry for the hiatus. I had a death in the family and have been reworking the ending. I'll update as soon as I can! We're in the home stretch now.

The city seemed so much bigger and louder now. The quiet of the ranch was peaceful, only broken by the happy sounds of those with whom he shared it. It felt faster, more alive here. But, he noted, it also felt angrier, dirtier. The rot of this place was deeply ingrained in the city’s being, causing ...

Simon rose up in front of the bathroom mirror, water dripping from his face. The beard was gone. He barely recognized the face looking back anymore. He’d finished packing minutes before, deciding that he really needed to up his wardrobe. Almost every stitch of clothing the man owned was in one bag. ...

(Thanks to Tahlia for her help with this one!) Snow blanketed the entire area in a sheet of frosty white. Night was falling and the moon cast its glow over the widespread landscape. Aside from the barely plowed roads, there were no signs of civilization out here, the nearest town several miles back...

Steinman was a skinny, jittery wisp of a man. Narrow shoulders and long limbs combined with the gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes giving him the appearance of a cancer patient on his last days. Years of drug abuse had reduced him to a shell of a man, his hair thin and in dire need of a wash. David Steima...