All Chapters of Retrograde: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun was beaming through her blinds, causing the woman to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Angela; she was a morning person; she groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face. Angela picked up her nightstand alarm clock and looked at the time. "Ugh, why is it so early?" She placed her clock back on the surface and slowly began to sit up. She put her hand to her head which was throbbing. "Nothing, a little Excedrin, can't handle." Crawling out of her warm bed, she walked to her bathroom, took two pills, and poured tap water into her rinse cup. Once she had taken her medicine, she jumped into a warm shower, washing away any residue. When she was done, she headed downstairs; her mother had set the table for breakfast.Angela somehow had a feeling of confidence and an urge to get out of the house. Not only had her mother lied to her about her biological dad, but she had made her live with this monster all her life. Angela felt sick in her stomach looking at this

Jack was shaken by this visit and realized that Nicole's disappearance was severe. He went to their favorite hang-out spot, and they spent a lot of time by the train; one particular hang-out spot was on the roof of the train; although Nicole was no longer his priority, deep down, he still cared about her well-being. Angela heard the door downstairs opening and shutting close, she looked through the bedroom window where she saw Jack wearing a hoody with a neon dragon on the back, and she noticed the Cadillac had started to follow her brother. Angela then climbed into her old mom's old sedan and followed the Cadillac; the guy in the passenger seat was taking pictures; why were they suspecting her brother, 'well, whatever is happening, Angela needs to warn her brother. Angela took her cell phone and called her brother, he was in her eyesight, and she saw Jack taking the phone from his pocket, looking at it, and putting it back. "Dammit, Jack." Angela wanted to accelerate and overtak

Angela stood up and got ready for the day ahead. Today she was leaving the house; little did everyone know she had money saved up enough money to start a new life. The money she saved she had saved up was her online sales of lingerie; Angela had been doing this since she was eleven and had a mind of an entrepreneur. Jack was Loafing around the house all day; he is due to start college next month. The disappearance of Nicole had everyone on eggshells; there were all sorts of rumors and speculations. The detective had a suspicion that Jack had something to do with it. As for his dad, he had slowly started to believe his son was hiding something, but like any other parent, he would protect his family. It had been three days; as Angela glanced out of her window, She saw the detectives opposite the road, "Jack, she shouted from her room; those detectives are still out there. Jack walked over to the window; he had seen the car parked there. "Are you sure you had nothing to do with her

The dawn chorus is the herald of spring. It starts with a lonely, serenading minstrel, usually a blackbird. She is clear and harmonious, as fresh and sweet as the gardens she will later raid. In the neighboring tree, her saucy fanfare dares others to match their salsa song of the canopy. The competition rouses them from their slumber, opening their beaks to the heavens. The avian aria slowly becomes a fugue, bouncing through bough and bower. The lilting majesty of their song cascades into open spaces, through glassy windows, and onto the smiling lips of the dreamers within. Spring is here. What are the triggers for the comforting cannon of tree music? Is the lace of morning fog slowly receding as the months roll by? Is it the gently unfurling flowers, velour soft and receptive to warmth? Is it the baked oven smell of grass as the sun purges it of water? It is this and more. It is the world moving from iron grey to fairyland–green. It is the spools of lambs' wool hanging from straggly

“What are you saying?” “You heard me loud and clear."  The guy holding the knife to Jack's throat said; Jack slowly reached to the back of his leather jacket and pulled out a 9mm pistol, pointing it to the monster's head, as the four guys ran off, dropping their weapons. The Leather jacket he was wearing was the one his sister had gotten him for his birthday; after losing his mother and the girl he had once loved, fear never struck him. He walked in areas, not an average man would walk through; people had been shot and stabbed. Jack was driving through the area on his motorbike when he heard a woman screaming. For a moment, he thought it was Nicole. Jack turned to the side and saw a group of guys mugging a woman. Without hesitation, he drove up to the Alley. Thats when the man let go of the woman and approached him. "You know we charge people for driving through this neighborhood?" The guy had a dagger tattoo on his neck with