CURRENT STORY DATE: 02/14/11

I woke up to the sound of soft guitar playing. I opened my eyes to bright lights, but squinted to see, wanting to know where that guitar was playing. I looked up, seeing Billie sitting on a short-legged stool with Blue in his lap, strumming softly. "My beating heart belongs to you, I walked for miles till I found you. I' ( Read more... )

I couldn't wait for Zie to pull into my driveway and shut off her car. I practically jumped out of the car the second Zie shut off the ignition. Billie was waiting for me on my porch, a big grin on his face. I quickly walked up to him, my imitation of a run, and gave him a huge hug. "I feel like there's something between us," Billie joked ( Read more... )

A light knock on my door woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but polka-dotted fabric. I took in a deep breath, picking my head up as another light knock on my door sounded, accompanied by a call. "Arizona?" It was a man's voice, one I knew was not Aran's. Intrigued, I got up from my bed and went to see who was at my door. ( Read more... )

"Oh shit," I breathed. "Oh, shit. Shit!" I swore, kicking the cabinet door. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing my foot. I sighed, knowing that cursing and kicking cabinet doors wasn't going to make this go away.

I shoved the test into my back pocket, on the hunt for Zie or Mary Jane. Or someone. Really, I just needed someone to talk to; someone besides my ( Read more... )

My eyes flitted open. I rubbed them a few times to adjust to the blinding white-yellow sun rays streaming through Colt's open blinds. I looked over the wall-mounted clock, but couldn't see anything except the glare from the sun streaming in.

I tried to shift my position on Colt's bedroom carpet so I could see the time, but the instant I started ( Read more... )

Pain! Misery! It was all in vain; the baby was dead.

I bolted awake, panting, and in a cold sweat. Thank GOD that was just a dream. I laid back down slowly, hands over my stomach, and stared at the ceiling because it was obvious to me that I wasn't getting back to sleep. I looked down the bed at the clock mounted on the wall at the foot: 3:59 am. I ( Read more... )

I got home from work that night and walked into an empty house save Chastity making out with her third boy this month. I slapped her upside the head as I walked through the living room into the kitchen, and didn't stop on my way there, sidestepping Chastity's weak retaliation attempt.

I looked into our pantry for something good to eat and simple to ( Read more... )

"Char, get up." I'm Charlotte Willows.

"Charlie!" I go by a lot of nicknames, most of which I don't care to repeat, but some of which include: Char, Charlie, or Charmander. Don't hate on that last one, it unfortunately followed me from grade school. There's really only about two people who call me that, anyway.

"Char-lie! Don't make me say it again ( Read more... )