Showing posts with label fanfiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fanfiction. Show all posts
Monday, July 23, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The Great Escape: Boundaries
As we walked into the house, I sighed in relief. It felt so good to be home, but at the same time I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep. Between the necessary checkups from the nurses, having a fever and food poisoning—were just some of the reasons that I was exhausted in the first place.
Of course, I was also told that I took on too much. I never believed it to be true, until this moment. When I was surrounded by friends, and realized that never accepting second best wasn’t always the greatest option.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Great Escape: Hope
The anti-nausea medicine seemed to work its magic. I felt so much better than the last day or so. I was able to keep down more than just liquids, and the occasional bits of food. Kevin arrived later in the afternoon with a bag, and I changed into something more comfortable: a red shirt and jeans.
I was tolerating all the fluids; my fever had finally broken during the night. For lunch I was able to keep down some broth and applesauce, and because I had been vomiting and hadn’t eaten a whole lot of food for the past couple days, I was still feeling slightly weak as I got up and dug through the bag on the floor.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
May I: A Long Story
Gillian had made it as far as the couch, where she put everything. The ride home was barely remembered as she walked up the stairs and collapsed on the bed. As soon she closed her eyes, she was out.
When she finally woke, it was hours later and she felt dazed for the longest time. It took her awhile to remember what had happened at the hospital, but she was so tired that the kiss that Cal gave didn’t even faze her—now she was thinking about it.
Friday, April 27, 2012
May I: Body Language
“Gillian.” Angelica stopped filing some papers in the cabinet as she approached the pediatric desk. “I heard what happened. How are you doing?”
“I’m tired, but good. I thought I would check up on Sophie before I left.”
Friday, April 20, 2012
May I: Crash Pt II
Feeling a cold chill move through her entire body, she watched in horror at the car engulfed in flames and then exploded. All she could think about was how she had left him there, trapped in his seat.
Instinctively, she kept her body over the little girl’s in protection, as a part of Cal’s car flew up in the air, landing on the hood of the car. She could feel the little girl shaking, grasping to her teddy bear and blanket.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
May I: Crash Pt I
The ride back over to the hospital was pretty quiet; the light reflecting over his face as he drove. At one point, he looked over at her. “Is there something on my face that you’re not telling me about?”
“No.” Gillian went to glancing back out the window, before changing her mind to stay quiet. “Platonic love, Cal?”
“It’s what you would have wanted me to say, isn’t it?”
“We both know that it isn’t true.”
“So now you’re admitting it—that we’re in love?”
“I didn’t say that I admitted it.” The light turned green and he stepped on the gas pedal to continue through the intersection, but as he was getting ready to say something else—there was a shattering of glass as the car landed on its side.
Monday, March 12, 2012
May I: Little Lies
She was lying. He was lying. What were their lives becoming, other than a life full of lies? His thoughts and apparently hers were interrupted by a ringing phone—Gillian’s. She slipped away from the table, with that look that she knew he was lying.
Cal took a sip of water as he looked around the restaurant—anything to take his mind of who was calling her this late in the evening. He had pried into the video feed and scrutinized every detail of her leaving that day she slept into her office.
Monday, March 5, 2012
May I: Thoughts
Walking into the kitchen, he watched as she nursed a hot cup of tea and looked out the window—choosing to sit beside her at the table. He gave her a look as if he were saying: I’d rather that you stayed.
“It was a private conversation.” Gillian took another sip of tea, clearly knowing what he was thinking. Cal looked rather uncomfortable, although he was trying not to show it. Her thoughts went back to her conversation with Emily, and she couldn’t help notice that her thoughts were reflecting his own.
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