Lately I've actually been working on a different story, an old one that's getting reworked. I'm a slightly better writer now so I'm taking some of my more favorite stories and rehashing them. Intern was the first. While I love Ella and Mark sometimes I need a break. I also need to show equal love to Glenn. So I give to you a sneak peak at my next release.
Faded Glory

Glenn’s once high hopes feel like his bag straight into the dirt. He’d expected to come back to Fina and find Ophelia sitting on her front porch sipping on a glass of lemonade. He was sorely disappointed to not only find Ophelia gone, but the porch gone as well. In fact the entire house was gone. All that remained was the foundation and a pile of weathered charred wood. He didn’t understand what had happened? Looking around he saw that all the other buildings on the property were gone too. Everything was scorched. This didn’t make sense. A house fire he got but a farm fire? Only way that could’ve happened was if it was - intentionally set. Glenn narrowed his eyes.
“Marcus.” That shady bastard. Growling he picked his bag up doing an about face. There was no use crying over it. The act had long sense been done and this wasn’t the first dream of his that Marcus had shattered but Glenn had every intention on making it his last.
Before he could do that though he needed answers. He needed to find out what had happened here in his absence. Obviously it had been biblical. He only hoped that the land was the only thing that had had to suffer. He couldn’t bear the thought of Ophelia having too as well. Shaking his head he kept walking reaching the road and turning left. There was only one person in this town that could give him the answers he needed. Glenn could only hope that she was still alive.

Synopsis to follow shortly but Mark is a complete utter bastard in this one and Glenn plays the hero.