Short story I am working on now

Title:Rainy day come February way
Her blood froze in her veins as Alison stared at the apparition dangling before her line of vision. Lightning lit up the northern Hemisphere, thunder rolled, rivulets of heavy downpour dampened the front of her expensive camel colored cashmere sweater and white khaki jeans. Visions of horrific pain gripped her even before the swipe of death came...

Randy sat up in bed, sweat beading profusely upon his forehead. That dream had been so vivid that he had to grip the blankets keeping him anchored to sane reality. The same dream had come to him for four nights straight and he could not understand the reasoning.

Just those four days ago, his friend Elaine had informed him that Valentine's Day would be coming soon and he had better buy that special girl something or else face the girl's wrath. After that pronouncement had been when the vivid nightmares had began. The first time he had seen the girl Alison, the one he had a crush on since the third grade being stalked by some alien being.
The second time the vision had grown more intense and Alison ran instead of standing in place with terror. But, as always the monster seemed to be quicker, pouncing, and devouring. Every time she became further and further away from the being, only to be caught and by this evening, Alison had just stood there resigned to her fate.
Maybe the chili tacos he had been devouring lately caused his dreadful hallucinations?

Randy shook his head, only to curse seconds later when his alarm went off signaling that he had better get out of bed so that he could get ready for the dreaded school day. Groaning that he had not had enough sleep yet again, he sprang from bed, padding over to the closet to retrieve clothes he would need.

After scrubbing himself with his Spring scented soap and adding his favorite bottle of strawberry scented shampoo, he dressed quickly and ate his breakfast of a chocolate pop tart and apple juice as he stumbled outside the door. But, not before his mother called out,
"Don't forget your present for Allison dear!"

Randy stomped his foot, smacking himself in the head. He could not believe that he had almost forgot the most important thing that he had placed inside his backpack. Rushing inside, he retrieved the Black beaded backpack that dangled from his mother's outstretched hand.

She chuckled as he snatched his property, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, mom!"

"You're not too old for one of my kisses dear."

"Whatever!" Randy rolled his eyes as he departed for the school bus again. Yes, he did not have a driver's license yet, but he was working on it for God sakes! He would have it soon enough, he hoped for his date this evening. If the driving test went well after classes...

Drabble from EJ/JQ BB

"I want to get in your pants."

Brandon's head snapped up, his gaze sharpening on Sally, his nearest and closest friend in the whole world, and her tone of voice, along with her smoky desire laden voice, alerted him that her request was more than serious. "Huh?"

"You heard me big boy... Now, take off your jeans."

Shaking his head, he tried to clear it, and his nose scrunched up in annoyance. "Sally, are you on drugs?"

Flipping her straight, pale blond hair over her shoulder, Sally strutted toward him with a sexy sway to her hips. Her lips tipped up slightly, her green eyes pierced through him. "I am blessedly sober Brandon dear, I just know what I want.. Have wanted it for years."

Again, he thought, he must be hallucinating. "Sally, get out of here!"

Two more steps, and she stood in front of him, her palm rubbing his shoulder, an intense smoldering tint came into her brown tinted irises. "I am serious Brandon.. I am not leaving here until you give me what I want.. Something you what as much as I do.."

Brandon swallowed hard, as Sally, rubbed her palms down, coming to the button of his fly. "Now, remove these at once!.. Because darling... You should not let life pass you by.. And, in the end.. It is not the life in your years that count.." Sally took her fingers, unbuttoning him, with the flick of her wrist, her smile pure deviltry now. "It's the life in your years."

A drabble on EloisaJames/Julia Quinn BB

Cassius, or Clay as most people called him panted as sweat poured down his face. He felt on fire today which could be considered ironic since his suit probably resembled the shade his cheeks should be about now, red as the proverbial flames of hell. Not only had his deeds gone virtually unnoticed today,but, this time he considered this job enough of a payback of sorts. You see, it all began with one phrase..."Clay, we just have one too many Santa's today.. I am sorry, but, you'llhave to just pick up your paycheck and leave.
That prick, Sanford Lee Bradford had been the last straw in the worst day in the history of his life. First, the tires on his pickup had gone flat, then, once at work, the brats in line had been whimpering, simpering, and worst of all, he had been peed on! After finally settling down to his work, the "company" had decided to cut back for Christmas Eve, and he would be the unlucky recipient of the"company's" greed.For that reason alone, was why he stood here in the mall at this time of night, doing his good deed for the day, a present that would last a lifetime.
Once they came in the next day, they would see what he thought of their tightwad ways.
Clay cursed, his knuckles flaming now, from the sting of his heavy duty hammer.He had missed on his last swing and now he had a swollen thumb to go along withhis otherwise crappy day."Well, hell!" Clay said to himself.Then, he found out that his day could be much worse, for only a moment's warning alerted him a presence behind him, then, he swung around, only to find a two hundred pound guard, with a gun in his hand, a real one, and not a stun gun.
"Freeze, punk!"
Clay froze, raising his hands, as well as the hammer at the same time.The guard obviously took offense, for he shouted, "Drop your weapon at once!"A few seconds passed before Clay realized what he meant, and he dropped the hammer, which happened to land straight on his toe, and he yelped in pain.
The guard, came forward shining a flashlight in his face, then, he swung the light toward where Clay had left his present.The guard a once fierce foe, began laughing, and lowering his gun. "I believe you have suffered enough Mister."
Clay did not understand what could be so funny, then he did a double take as he realized what he had done. The sign he wanted to deface, the one he rearranged inthe dark ended up saying the most ridiculous thing...Instead of the sign saying, "Go to hell, you cheap bastards!, the sign proclaimed,that no matter how pressed you are for Christmas shopping these days, you will find that there are people to guide you on your way.. And, honest people don't hide their deeds."