From the beginning Gifted Ones was a homepage about Hanson. Nowadays it’s mostly dedicated to Asian dramas, I’ve decided to keep some of the stories though.
No stories in the hancest genre are being hosted here.
Place to Hide has an extensive archive.
G Suitable for young children to read.
PG Some curse words, some violence, some sex, but nothing graphic.
R A lot of bad profanity, graphic sex, graphic gore and/or explicit violence. Not suitable reading for anyone under legal age.
NC-17 Extremely graphic violence, gore, and/or sex. Not suitable reading for anyone under legal age and some adults! This replaced the old ‘X’ rating.
Chapters: Chapter 1, Epilogue
Excerpt: “Not to worry, he was so quiet, we didn’t even realize he was there. I’m sure the killer didn’t notice him any more than we did.”
The boy’s parents eyed the detective dubiously. It was hard to have faith in a man who had allowed their 12 year old son to sit in a train-car of death, surrounded by mutilated bodies, more than likely in shock, for more than six hours, because he was “so quiet we didn’t even realize he was there.”
The carrier nodded then, remarking shortly. “Only one mirror in there. But you do what you like. Your brother should come out over there. If he comes out at all.”
Taylor’s brows knit. “Why wouldn’t he come out?”
The carrier shrugged. “Lots to do in there. People get… distracted.”
Title: Out of Order
Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (End)
Excerpt from Chapter 1: “Out of order… perfect.” Sighing, he headed back to the elevator. Figured. Well, there was always the next floor down.
By the time he’d reached the lobby, Zac began to suspect that someone was messing around with him. How could every single coke machine be out of order?
There were 42 of them in the hotel and as far as he could tell, at least 39 of them were out of order. He hadn’t tried the top three floors yet, preferring to go as far away from germ central as he could. Scowling, he headed for the lobby.
Title: Time Out of Mind
Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Excerpt: Their fingers brushed and Taylor’s words died in his throat. Zac’s fingers were icy, bluish, frozen, and when Taylor looked up, he saw the wizened face of an ancient.
“If you know what’s good for you…” The voice grating as shards of broken crockery. “If you want to live, don’t go.”