In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 6

Author’s Note: This is a fun chapter, hope you enjoy as we near the end of Volume 2!

Volume 2 – Chapter 6

Nearly a month after our second incident with a ghost, things had pretty much gone back to normal, at least in how we acted around each other. Of course, some things had changed–Asher was reading and searching the internet a lot more often, looking for information on ghosts and the supernatural, and Ayame had suddenly become much more interested in our trip to Italy and the brush with the ghost there–but overall, we were the same as we’d always been.

Meaning, at the moment, I was having fun.

Continue reading


In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 5

Author’s Note: Short chapter, but we’re starting to see an advancement in the story here. Enjoy!

Volume 2 – Chapter 5

The moon, a waning crescent the color of paper left to sit too long in the reams, hung low in the sky, casting a dull and slanted light on the grassy field. Alone, an angel walked, hands shoved in the oversized pockets of his trenchcoat as he noticed with despair the droplets of water congregating on the top of his genuine-leather shoes.

With a sigh, he quickened his pace, heading for the line of trees barely visible in the dark, where they stood towering over a line of small sheds with far-too-large padlocks twisted onto their fronts, protecting the sports equipment and gardening tools inside from prying, foreign hands.

The angel squeezed his way between the rough wooden walls of the nearest sheds and descended a slight hill, stopping to glance up at the tops of the trees for a moment before turning his attention to the ground. He ran a finger over the roots, the thin blades of grass, before reaching into his pocket again.

This will do, he thought, producing a small silk bag emblazoned with a shining sun. He reached in and tenderly brought forth a cluster of small, yellowed teeth, which he cupped between his hands as if they were as valuable as a freshly-cut diamond–which, he thought with a smirk, they were.

Continue reading

In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 4

Author’s Note: Wait, another new POV? That’s right, today’s chapter comes to you from Ayame’s point of view! Hope you all enjoy.

Volume 2 – Chapter 4

I was in what used to be a kitchen, examining the tarnished silverware that littered the floor and wondering exactly what it was I was supposed to be looking for, when I heard Cat scream. The sound was muted, travelling through the faded, stained ceiling before reaching my ears, but it was unmistakable, and I moved toward the door to the living room without a second thought.

Before I could even reach the doorway I heard a rapid thumping sound, both above and in front of me, which led me to believe that both Asher and Miller were already on the move.

Good, I thought, entering the cluttered living room and stepping over a dusty ceiling fan box and around a busted cabinet. At least they’ll be there.

Continue reading

In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 3

Volume 2 – Chapter 3

School couldn’t end quickly enough, and I found it difficult to pay any attention at all as my teachers cycled through our classroom, reading from thick books and trying, unsuccessfully, to get the students in my class to participate. Mostly, I just alternated between pushing the lead out of my pencil and holding down the eraser to force it back in–sure, it was probably going to come back to bite me later, but I had more important things on my mind.

As soon as I got through the school day, we were going to look for a ghost. Finally, after weeks of looking back on what happened in Italy and skirting around the topic with Asher and Miller, we were finally going to do something about it.

Continue reading

In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Oh, cool, another chap–wait a minute, is this in Cat’s POV? That’s right, now we get to hear about these crazy adventures straight from the girl who causes them! I hope you enjoy.

Volume 2 – Chapter 2

My alarm pulled me from my sleep, ringing in my ears like a trumpet-player hitting a high note, and I shot up, rolling to my side to avoid the sound and nearly falling off of my bed. But, before that could happen, I shot my arm out, slamming it on top of my nightstand and saving myself from a future laying face-first on my bedroom floor.

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I took a look around my room, blinking slowly and trying, without any luck, to convince myself to sit up and get out from under the haphazardly-arranged sheets.

It was only 7:30, but rays of bright light already dominated my room, hitting the mirror on the far wall and reflecting onto nearly everything within it, from my closet door, to my laptop and even the dirty clothes strewn across the floor.

Scratching my head, sending small strands of red into my face, I thought about how hot the day ahead was probably going to be–if it was already so hot this early, I could just imagine what a blazing day I had ahead.

Just then, as I sat groggily in my bed, contemplating the day that had hardly even begun, I realized something.


Continue reading

In Our Image – Book COVER


It’s here! In Our Image now has an official cover, courtesy of resident artist VenomGhost!

So, do Cat and Asher look like you imagined them, or are they far off from what you think they looked like? Let me know!

I’m very excited to share this with you, and want to thank you all for sticking around, and of course thank VenomGhost for drawing the wonderful cover. In Our Image final has its own image!

Be sure to head over and check out VenomGhost’s other art on her Tumblr, and if you’d like to read the actual story of In Our Image you can head to the Table of Contents to get started! Thank you!

In Our Image – Volume 2 Chapter 1

Author’s Note: Here we go, the beginning of Volume 2. I hope you’ll stick with me as we move ahead in the story!

Volume 2 – Chapter 1

Light filtered through the canopy, bouncing off of the faces of round leaves and casting slanted shadows on the uneven forest floor. Following a path more ancient than many of this world’s most prominent civilizations, two angels strolled through, taking care to keep straight and avoid veering into the thick underbrush.

As they advanced, feet crunching on long-fallen leaves, the angel following behind raised his head, dark hair shifting in the breeze, and shielded his eyes from the unevenly distributed rays of light.

“I’ll admit, I find it hard to concentrate here,” he said, blinking. “The sun comes in at such an odd angle, it is nearly impossible to avoid its glare obstructing your vision. Maybe in the future we should choose a more agreeable location to spend our evenings.”

His companion looked up into his squinted eyes, and gave him a slightly apologetic smile. “I know, I know, it can be a little jarring, but still, I don’t think we should choose another place. The light makes everything look so much more vibrant and colorful. I don’t want to give up on that just yet.”

Continue reading