Sorry I haven't posted for a while.

But hey, here's Part 2.
Again, thanks to freedomreins for the beta.

The crooner sounds like he belongs on Broadway, and Aston gets annoyed at the strings.  But then she shows up.

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Part One
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Breathing deeply, powerfully, he exhales in sync with the wind.  Slowly, he sighs, opens his eyes slowly and walks away, down the street, to a new life.

So I wasn't actually planning on posting Part Two of The World Could Wait, but hey, three days is too long to wait, and I want to talk about my foot.  No don't give me that look.

You know the soccer season is upon you when, in one training session, not only do you get tripped (and fall over covered in dead grass), but you also get trodden on by ( Read more... )

I’m a photographer, and most of my work is my own.  I’m a freelance, I guess.  Sometimes it’s newspapers, sometimes it’s promo photo shoots, and sometimes it’s recon - for the right price, of course.  So it wasn’t really surprising when a less than trustworthy someone crossed my path.

It was meant to be autumn, but it was hot - too ( Read more... )

Ok.  Due to a rather good response form a friend, I decided to post this.

I wrote it... Months ago.  I wrote it for closure, and because writing is what I seem to do best.  (I'm not meaning to be arrogant.  At all).  Then, yesterday, I saw the he in this story again.  It was really quite surreal, like a forgotten memory suddenly found, opening up ( Read more... )

 First off.  Exams are over! *dances*  They weren't actually that bad.  Especially when compard to last year's...  So, officially, I never have to do maths or science (orther htan psych, which I want to do) at school again.  Ever.

Next, (I know it's not in order when referring to this post's title..) The Bourne Ultimatum.  I saw it yesterday.  ( Read more... )