April isn't feeling her best still, but her room is too small and the bar is too crowded, so she bundles up (probably more than strictly necessary) and heads outside for the peace of a snowy landscape ( Read more... )

catch me, I'm falling

failing

falling

catch me

I'm goneApril's scribbling stream-of-consciousness poetry in her notebook. This is accompanied by colored-pencil drawings. Bright vibrant swirls of color tainted black ( Read more... )

April's definitely feeling better. She's on the tail end of this thing, probably going to feel kinda shitty for a few more days, but it's gotten bearable. That doesn't mean, however, that she wants to go downstairs just yet ( Read more... )

Sometime around noon, everything stopped getting worse. By three or four in the afternoon, the chills had gone from hard enough to shake the infirmary bed she was in to just a constant trembling. The nausea lessened. She could sip at water or tea without throwing up ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve.

April had always loved New Year's. The fireworks, the alcohol, the resolutions, having an excuse to party with your friends and make plans for the next year, making plans to have even more fun than last year ( Read more... )

Do I have to? I don't hardly... okay, fine, yes, I'll read you your new book.

...what do you mean you lost it?

Well... okay, well I'll read something else, so wh--

...from memory? ......Um... okay, I guess ( Read more... )

It's some ridiculous hour of the morning - two or three, she guesses - and yet April can't sleep. She's lying awake and staring at the man sleeping next to her. It's rather unbelievable, that things snapped into place this quickly. By all rights they should still be just friends. But April remembers what it was like falling in love with Roger, ( Read more... )

April doesn't know why she dreams she's back at the house in Hartford, but she does. It's silent, like every time she was ever left alone. And, it being a dream, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. So into the kitchen she went, pulling down her mother's china and systematically smashing every piece against the floor. Into the living room ( Read more... )

Let's pretend it's still September 23rd...

That means it's April's 23rd birthday.

She's sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace, scribbling in a sketchbook.

Feel free to wish her a happy birthday.

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.  (More than one somebody, actually.)
✓ I don't watch much TV these days.  (I sure do write a lot though!)
× I own lots of books.

× I wear glasses or contact lenses.
× I love to play video games.
✓ I've tried marijuana.  (I lived with Collins. ( Read more... )