Novels by Kyrie Zapara

It was no surprise to her that the kitchen was just as grand as the rest of the house. The person that built this house must have enjoyed cooking. Kat never really got the hang of cooking. She could make food obviously but she was more of an expert at take out. She got a cup of coffee pouring and grabbed the keys to go grab the box of pop tarts out of the car.You’re the mother of the dang year Kat. It is a miracle your kids still have teeth and their health. She started up the walk way and saw the curtain on the kitchen window fall back into place.“Well so much for a quiet cup of coffee if that’s Jude.” She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, skipping every other step.“Sorry, all we’ve got for breakfast this morning is some good ol’ fashion suga

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. 4am. He always slept through his alarm, or storms, hell a freight train could drive straight through the room and he wouldn’t budge. So the alarm he set was to wake her up so she could in turn wake him up. She use to roll over in the morning naked and wake him up how most men dream of starting their day. But, thing have been different this past year. Who knows maybe he really was having an affair. In any case, that was all history now. I wonder how he would react if I gave him the same kind of wake up this morning. It was still dark out being that it was early morning and fall. Fuck it Kat you are married to this man; you do love him. Take off your damn clothes and go wake up your husband. She dropped her shorts to the ground and pulled off her shirt. She gently clim

“Let’s worry about unpacking the car tomorrow only grab what you need tonight. I made sure the new beds were delivered a couple days ago. The house came with the previous owner’s bedroom furniture. I figured you would want to see it before I tossed them. So we at least have a place to sleep until the movers arrive tomorrow with our stuff. I will grab Jude, you and Ray get inside.” Ray shuffled in the back seat grabbing her overnight bag and flinging Kats into the front seat. “Thank you Ray of sun..” Kat was cut off by Ray jumping out of the back and running up to the front door. She stood at the front door, her hands in her pockets, making slight jumping movements to keep warm. “Ray of sunshine, indeed.” Kat whispered sarcastically. Turning the car off she was met with the bitter cold and ran just as Ray had to the front door. Her hands were instantly cold so she fumbled with the keys and dropped them.

As far as dream locations go, upstate New York was not at the top of Kat’s list. She had always hoped she would find her forever home somewhere warm. Preferably with a coast line of white sand and blue water. But, she was just grateful she would finally be able to call somewhere home. Robert paid the movers and climbed into the passenger seat. He had offered to fly the family as he always did. He had always argued saying, “It is so much easier to fly.” To have the offer quickly denied by Kat. She loved to drive. She found peace in leaving miles in the rearview. She was also a sucker for road side attractions. Robert use to love them too. He would laugh at her need for a t-shirt from every stop. Of course, she needed a shirt from Roswell, New Mexico. No duh, she had to have one with a photo of the biggest ball of yarn.&

Kat must have fallen asleep because she was startled by the same Ahem, from scrawny kid. She stared at him for a minute contemplating telling him to get the hell out of her room. But it wasn’t her room, well not any more. It was one of the many rentals that she had briefly called home over the years. She hung family pictures up with removable hooks verses nails. She got use to painting over walls with primer for the first few moves but, learned quickly it was just easier to leave the walls blank. For such a well-paid Doctor, the family never had a forever home. She had lived in lavish, luxury apartments in Austin, cozy town homes in San Francisco, beach front homes in Florida, a mountain retreat in Colorado. You name it the good Doctor has probably rented it. But, none of them where a place she knew her grandchildren would see. She longed for that for her children one day. &

Some people hated the smell of gasoline not Kat she had always loved the smell. The smell reminded her of Sundays in the garage with her dad working on that old Chevy Cheville. That hot rod would eventually be turned into scrap metal in some no name junk yard. It would be sold for parts, completely gutted by some tweaker looking to make enough to buy a bag of short lived euphoria. That car on the other hand gave Kat and her father something to talk about other than the divorce. They would pump gasoline into that thing once a month to see if any of the tinkering her father had done over the week would somehow bring it back to life. Kats father every weekend would tell her, “Kitten your gonna have the hottest sports car in your senior class, the boys and girls will envy you.” He would throw her the smile that she was sure her mother had fallen in love with. His teeth always looked so white in contrast to

He was going to kill her, that was his plan. It was his plan up until he saw her without question through herself off that ledge after the little boy. For a brief second he considered just letting her splatter on the sidewalk below. It would end a war before it had even started. But by the grace of God he could not watch her parish. Not after being so self-less with her fragile existence at the sake of someone else’s. Now he held her and the little boy as he soared through the clouds. His plan now was to hide her as she asked from anyone who would be looking for her. I’m not sure how long that will work. He spotted a run-down wooden shack somewhere in middle of now where North Carolina. Landing at the front door he kicked it op

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face. “Where’s Aj?” Ally was furious at herself for only now remembering. “The little boy?” She felt his body tense up. “Yes.” She sat straight up and through on her shirt. Turning towards him defenses on high.

Drake had been informed by security that Ally was awake and trying to leave. He wasn’t holding her against her will. He felt they were past that. But it did sting a bit that she indeed wanted to leave. He was again prepared for some childlike tantrum as he walked in the room. Instead he was met with her beauty and then her power. He had been convinced he would have to help her lock into it. But as it seems, Alyssa was perhaps the only person or demon that had ever been a step ahead of him. She had brought down a plane with just her will for it. He felt unsure for the first time in his existence in how to deal with something. She was a mixed cocktail of emotions and he could tell the human part of her was struggling to hold on. This event may have been just what he needed to win her over. &n

Ally awoke with a jolt, her body had felt like she had been falling from the top of a thirty floor building. She squinted to try to make out where she was in the dark room. The sheets covering her were the softest she had ever felt. Placing her feet on the ground the floor was freezing and she got an instant chill. She wanted nothing more than to climb back in bed and pull the covers over her head. But she wanted to know where she was. The slightest leak of sunlight peaked through a sliver in the floor to ceiling blackout drapes. She embraced herself and tried to rub the goosebumps away as she walked to the window. She threw the drapes back and was met with the familiar site of the city, only from a much higher view. It was beautiful from up here. The room was really impressive. She saw a photo of a Vegas hotel one t

He was ready to show her everything. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. As long as she played nice. If not, she wouldn’t really have a choice and things could get very unpleasant. He felt things could go either way at this point. He let her go first through the turn style like doors. Surprising enough she turned back to look at him as she walked. “Is this supposed to impress me?” she stopped suddenly. “For the mere price of your soul and the end of the human race, you to can live like a millionaire.” She sounded like Bob Baker. He let out a laugh. She was unamused. He could tell she was trying to act unimpressed. He prided himself in his labrish collection of artifacts from around the world. His building was designed with a mixture of Greek and Egyptian influence. “Well, some of the world’s most important world leaders have passed through these doors a

He had just massacred a whole orphanage and was quite possibly the worst being to walk the earth. Yet, here she was walking down the steps, trailing behind him, doing as she was told giving him exactly what he wanted.You really have no choice Alyssa. Do it for the kid and Miss Clarke. You are honestly about to do what every adult warns every child. Do not get into cars with strangers. Too many people have died because of you today. Get in the damn car.The worst part is even though she had just met him today. He was no stranger. She knew exactly what he was and what he was capable of. The crazy part is, she was not afraid of him. He pissed her off. He disgusted her. But, being close to him stirred up the animal inside of her. She wished that she didn’t feel comfort in his arms. She had found it laying there on the kitchen floor, surro

The sound of Jay's vehicle approached the cabin. “I can’t believe you would let her come here alone!” Jay slammed the door on his cruiser. "You should have came to get me as soon as she put her ass in the car." Doug got out and trailed behind him, “Well it’s not like I could have got her to change her mind.” “I would have locked her in the laundry room if it would have kept her there.” It was clear Jay was furious. He looked in the window of Jess’ car. “Well she’s still here. Jess!” He shouted. Both men listened for a second for any sign of movement before walking up the front steps. Jay attempted to open the door and it was stuck. "Man someone lived in

The four of them didn’t move a muscle except to look at each other. When Jay was sure it was over he rushed to Jess’ side putting pressure on her now gaping wound. “Did you really need to cut her that deep?” He helped Jess to her feet before picking her up to carry her up the hill. “The attachment was deep. So the wound needed to be deep.” Myra shouted up to him as Jay huffed up the incline. Not one word was spoke on the ride back to the house. All that could be heard was the hurried breathing from Jess because she was hurting. Once inside Myra started brewing a pot of coffee. Doug and Jay threw themselves on the couch. Jess went into the laundry room and retrieved a sewing kit. Walking into the living room she tossed it on Jay’s lap.

This was the first time since the night she killed Jedd that she had come down to the riverside. All four of them stepped out into the cold and Jess crossed her arms around herself, rubbing her arms for warmth. Myra knew just where to go as if she herself had been there. Jess and Jay shared a brief glace before Jay wrapped an arm around her. He lead her down the slope. Jess felt as if she was walking in mud, her feet didn’t want to step forward. She was all but relying on Jay to keep her in a forward momentum. It shouldn’t have surprised her that the fire pit remained exactly where it had been. It was also evident that some of the kids from town decided that it was going to be their new hang out spot. Beer cans and tree carvings were visible in the surrounding areas. &nb

Jess found herself at the local coffee roaster's with her nose in her laptop, drinking an Americano. She felt the eyes on her and noticed the whispers. Any time she would make eye contact with someone they would quickly look away. She was fine with it though it was better this way. Three drinks in she started to feel anxious and could hardly sit still. Just as she felt she couldn’t take waiting any more her phone rang. “Hello Jess? It’s Doug, I’m roughly ten minutes out should we meet at the house?” She closed her laptop and walk to the street to get in her car. “Yes, that will work. I will see you soon.” Jess flipped a U-turn and made her way home. Pulling up the dr

Driving up the ridge she felt more alone then ever. She had made this drive a million times over yet, today it felt like she was in someone else’s life. The curves of the road, the tree line, the gravel drive way to her home; it all felt different. She had spent so much of the past few weeks in tears. Jess felt them building up even now as she prepared to walk into the home where Trevor and her had built so many memories. “No. Don’t cry.” She took a deep breath and walked into the quiet house. Her phone notification went off and she about jumped out of her skin. You really didn’t need to leave so sudden. Are you ok? Daddy and I are worried. Call me when you make it home, Love Mom. &n

Jess woke early the next morning. She peeked out the window and saw a small blood stain where Trevor’s body had been just a few hours before. She could see her reflection in the window, she looked exhausted. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she had deep, dark circles under her eyes. “Ugh.” She let the curtain fall back into place. The house was quiet; her parents were probably still sleeping. Trevor’s and her parents were close friends since as long as Jess could remember. She was thankful for that friendship now. Her dad had handled all the things needed to get Trevor back to his parents in Colorado. Jess scribbled a quick note on the fridge; I love you guys more than anything. I need my space. Ill text to let you know I made it home. I’ll be okay. Yours always