May I: Bells and Whistles

Folding up the letter, she put it back into the envelope. A tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it away. “Gillian?” It took a moment for her to look up as Emily folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe.  “I know my dad has a lot to do with this—bringing you here and everything.”  Her eyes seemed to be glued to the little girl sitting beside Gillian. As if she were asking who she was. “Anyway, I’m going to be making dinner. Are you staying?”

Suddenly, she felt a confliction of feelings. When she wanted to leave, she knew that would conclude with Cal pulling her back. She was angry that he had brought her here; put both Emily and Sophie in the middle of their silent battle, that wasn’t really silent.

May I: For Now

She didn’t try to pull away, just relaxed into his arms. Nothing felt wrong about this moment, but it kept her from curling up into a ball on the floor, when all she wanted to do was pull the covers over her head and tell herself that this was just one big nightmare.

In fact, it was soothing and the thought occurred to her, that Anna had been hinting curiously about the chemistry between her and Cal.  Of course they had known each other for four years—had their ups and downs—but she and Cal had already tried to date a few times and realized that it wouldn't work with them being both business partners and lovers.

May I: Protective Hands

Gillian felt like the wind had been knocked out of her—all for several different reasons. Hearing that Ava had only a couple of days, seemed to change everything. She remembered how Ava had told her about Sophie’s father leaving, and realized that Sophie had no one.

But with her job being as demanding as it was—could she give Sophie everything that she needed? She had just moved into a new place last year, and was just barely starting to feel settled from the divorce.

I'm Still Here: Here Is Gone

The bell outside rang loudly, symbolizing the beginning of class. It hardly had fazed him when some of his students walked into the classroom, quickly taking notice of someone they had never seen before, and they definitely had questions. Whispers of wonderment had already been placed among the early morning class.

"I should let you get to your class." She signaled quietly, taking a step back towards the door, and he swore that his heart skipped a beat because she was about to step out there and reality set in that this really was his last chance to make anything of the moment. A desperate stare, he watched her take the few steps, her hand grasping the knob and he did the only thing that he could think of—he called out to her.

May I: Slow Motion

Just under two hours, she had arrived at the hospital—however, it seemed like longer. Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. She had promised before leaving that she would catch up with Anna again and thanked her for everything.

When she got into the car, she had dug in her purse to call Loker, but found that her phone was pretty much dead. Putting her window down and turning the radio up, she drove all the way there; praying that she wouldn’t fall asleep on the way, she was appreciative that she hadn’t when she parked in the hospital parking lot.

Nanowrimo: Down to the Details

Last year, I don't think I put this much work into my Nanowrimo story. This year I started writing everything down on the computer; then on paper as nanowrimo grows closer. Convenient since when preparing the details, you'll usually find me playing the Sims 2. 

There's something about playing a roleplaying game, that gets the creative juices flowing. Just like if you're watching a movie or a TV show and something one of the characters says or acts, sparks something in you to write something new in your own way. 

Basically, I've been trying to come up with as many characters as I can, that are just as unique as the next; and it's been a lot of fun--as well as a basic outline to what I would like to see happen in the story. But usually it's not until you start writing the story that the magic really begins.

Good luck to those who are participating this year! Can't wait to share more details and thoughts as November comes along.

 See you November 1st! 

I'm Still Here: Stop and Stare

Time seemed to slow. From the moment that she had entered the classroom, she knew that things had changed. But her father hadn't changed everything. Despite that they were about to stand face to face, she turned her attention towards the door and waited. This moment wasn't any different. She had always been waiting.

I'm Still Here: Photograph

Megan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, pushing back a strand of hair from her face as she slipped on her shoes. Listening to the silence, she exhaled as a small ironic smile parted through, somehow to the fact her confidence was that of a lost princess, slipping on that glass slipper that she had always deserved to wear, but hadn't gotten the chance until now to do so.

I'm Still Here: Breaking the Ice

*I made a mistake and accidently skipped this chapter, so here it is. 


It had been a long trip. Nine hours and twenty eight minutes to be exact. They had taken off on time, but a slight storm along the way pushed them slightly off track and delayed them by almost a half an hour. But Larry and Megan didn't care. They had talked quietly, drew their love on paper, and then fell asleep against one another, not really realizing the delay until after they had gotten off the plane.

May I: The Beauty and the Tragedy

Cal sat there at his desk, leaning back with his eyes closed. He had thought numerous times, about getting in his car and scouting her down. He knew that Gillian had a GPS on her phone, and it was so tempting not to look it up and follow her.

May I: On Camera

It had become quiet after the security guards had helped Reynolds handcuff Jacob and Misty and had taken them out of the building. It was likely that Jacob would be charged fully, and Misty on a lesser charge for helping them out, but they would most likely be serving some kind of sentence. 

May I: Catching Up

As they had walked into the restaurant, Anna had been greeted with a friendly smile; by a girl who was probably no older than eighteen. Her brown hair was in two braids that had been intertwined together. She was wearing a red shirt and black slacks that matched the inside of the building.

May I: Sweet Relief

He didn’t expect her to pick up, but had called her regardless. For the most part, he was worried about whether she was okay or not. The way he had seen her the other night, could very well be in her future again.

May I: Escape Route

It couldn’t have been wise to leave the hospital a second time, but she had. The clothes in the bag had been what she had been wearing the night before. Her arm was beginning to hurt slightly, and she didn’t feel like slipping back into any of the clothes she had in the bag. Luckily for her, there had been a pair of maroon scrubs; sitting on one of the shelves in the room she had snuck into.