histórias de Reilly

a shy, nerdy girl falls in love with the mysterious, bad boy, rebel in their normal high school in their normal town. (which is secretly NOT normal)

A woman is plagued by awful events on every significant day of her life.

If you are not committed to the task, I do not blame you; however, I beg of you to remember this Holy Book, and return upon completion of the New Testament, which shall be a true tribute to all that Jim Pickens has done. Of course, the Old is the Creation; the New is the Destruction. I am merely a follower; weak-minded, flawed. I am forever grateful to our Dear Leader for saving me from the endless pit of the mortal coil, instead lifting me into the cycle of his great plan. The easel sits before me, my pen in my hand. Our Dear Leader tasked me with publishing his legacy. I will not disappoint our Dear Leader. Soon will be the day that I am released from this world, and thrown into the next. This honor is the very highest blessing, and when that day comes, I shall thank him before becoming subject to The Book. This is the way. These accounts of the holy word of Pickens are sacred. The followers and subjects in the era of now are mere mirages of what their ancient namesakes had been. Lord Turg and Lord Pickens are exempt to this rule, as the yin and yang, the everlasting beings. Know this, and be spared a world without knowledge. Without art.

"About a Boy and his Stars" is the first chapter of the first novel I'm going to put on here. Barry meets the boy from a dark past he's tried hard to forget. When several attempts to break off the forming friendship fail, he's forced to face a crime he regrets, and it will either drive him to the brink of insanity, or through experiencing the faith of his friend, lead him down a long road to eternal peace and freedom. -Reilly