There is a level 2 wind emergency in effect as of 2:00 this afternoon. Winds of up to 90 miles per hour have been recorded in the area. No one is to be out on the roads except in emergency. It is highly recommended to remain indoors.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Annie Story: Drinking isn't for the Moody
*NOTE* I plan on making this one a series too... but we'll see.
“Annie, what are you doing to yourself here?” my cousin, Andrew said as he closed and locked the front door of his apartment, and then sat down next to me. I just stared straight ahead, hoping to avoid his gaze. He and I had talks about this several times before tonight. I didn’t want to talk about it again.
Story: After They Died
I sat in my car in the nearly empty lot, Metallica blaring out of the speakers and causing my eardrums to bleed; but it was so much like a lullaby to me, taking away all the pain of what had just happened. Almost making me forget that he was gone… for good. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
I let the last note play before I turned my key in the ignition and placed the car in park, opening my door and not even bothering to lock it behind me before I stumbled up the stairs to my friend’s apartment, exhausted from the past three days of not getting any sleep, and knocked on the door.
I let the last note play before I turned my key in the ignition and placed the car in park, opening my door and not even bothering to lock it behind me before I stumbled up the stairs to my friend’s apartment, exhausted from the past three days of not getting any sleep, and knocked on the door.
Christmas Eve Smackdown
*NOTE* This was my first spanking story. Just so you know. :)
It was snowing outside when I pulled up to his house in my old banged up car. I could see the lights on his Christmas tree flashing, colorful and bright; so odd, he never struck me as the Christmas loving type. Actually, quite the opposite, he seemed like he was a complete Scrooge. Maybe it was just a way for people to think he was what he wasn’t, a bright and happy holiday loving guy, friendly and fun to be around. Well, he was anything but, but that didn’t really matter… he was just someone to buy from, the only person I could buy from.
It was snowing outside when I pulled up to his house in my old banged up car. I could see the lights on his Christmas tree flashing, colorful and bright; so odd, he never struck me as the Christmas loving type. Actually, quite the opposite, he seemed like he was a complete Scrooge. Maybe it was just a way for people to think he was what he wasn’t, a bright and happy holiday loving guy, friendly and fun to be around. Well, he was anything but, but that didn’t really matter… he was just someone to buy from, the only person I could buy from.
Katelyn/Jessica: It's Okay to be Imperfect
*just a note* If I happen to forget to put who wrote it in this series or any other series that I write with someone else, it's me that wrote it. That is all.
I step forward one way and step back another. I put myself together, only to fall apart again. I’m constantly trying to succeed but only find I’m falling behind. They say I’m doing great but inside, I feel myself breaking into millions of tiny pieces. If I’m so perfect, why do I always mess up? If I’m so smart, why do I feel like the biggest idiot ever? I lost myself so long ago, before they left this world. Now I’m stuck here, in this house, spending my time worrying about homework and school instead of worrying about me. I hate myself for who I am. Will I ever be good enough?
I step forward one way and step back another. I put myself together, only to fall apart again. I’m constantly trying to succeed but only find I’m falling behind. They say I’m doing great but inside, I feel myself breaking into millions of tiny pieces. If I’m so perfect, why do I always mess up? If I’m so smart, why do I feel like the biggest idiot ever? I lost myself so long ago, before they left this world. Now I’m stuck here, in this house, spending my time worrying about homework and school instead of worrying about me. I hate myself for who I am. Will I ever be good enough?
Katelyn/Jessica: Never Again Part II
Katelyn ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her after everything was over with and done. I was shocked. It wasn’t like her to act this way. I thought after such a trying day, things would be okay after I had taken care of everything. Well, apparently they weren’t. I had tried to comfort her afterwards like I always do, had tried to make sure she was alright, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She just pushed me away and ran towards the bathroom. Something told me things weren’t right, but even with Katelyn’s history, I never would have expected what I found behind that door.
Katelyn/Jessica: Never Again Part I
It was summer and school had been out for a couple of weeks. I’d successfully finished the year with all A’s. Despite that close encounter with the B-, I made it out with nearly perfect grades. Things were looking up with Jessica too. After that whole thing with the school and unwarranted searches, we’d been getting along better than ever. It was awesome. I felt like I had my sister back, almost. But anyways, to move on with the story: it was summer, which naturally meant do nothing, eat and drink what you want when you want, stay up late and break rules. Well, I did everything except for the first and last ones. Haha, that’s probably what got me into trouble. So scratch the not breaking rules. I did that one too. Oh and the doing nothing, I probably actually did that one as well. So I did all four. Haha, just don’t listen to me. It’s something you should have learned by now.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Pardon my Absence
Okay, for all of you who have been reading, I apologize for my absence. I haven't had much of a chance to really get away from my studies and commitments. I don't get much of a chance to write which I will always do before I even check this. There's a few ideas in the works. I've started two new stories, one for a new series and another for the Melissa series. So just be patient with me. I didn't die.
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