I own nothing but these words. The characters belong to Tom Lynch. And the N. And other lucky, lucky people.
I just like to borrow them so I can throw them into horribly angsty situations.

Many, many thanks to the amazingly talented and kind jengrrrl
for giving me this space. You rock, hard core.

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A Spotless Mind (complete)

My life is about to change in a way I can’t even imagine. In a matter of hours, everything I believe to be true will become something else entirely. And there, in the darkness of my room, I’m clueless. There I am, laying flat on my back, just staring at the bedroom ceiling. Watching the shadowy patterns shift with every passing car, with each move the moon makes. Once again, suffering from my little problem with insomnia, wishing I could fall asleep; undoubtedly throwing myself a little pity party for my misfortune. I’m definitely not ready for what’s to come.

 

Twenty Six Miles (complete)

My head lolls to the side, tears creeping from my eyes like a leaky faucet. A faucet that’s leaked for so long, no one even notices the water dripping from it. No one sees how broken it is because they can’t remember a time where it wasn’t broken. And no one really cares to fix it.

 

In A Handbasket (complete)

She holds my attention in the delicate palm of her hand, taking her time in giving me a wicked knee weakening smirk before returning to Paula’s drabble about the “Club”s new pool; Leaving me in my own pool of arousal and guilt. It’s moments like these, where I know I’m not the one pretending. Where I’m sure she feels everything between us.

 

Hearts and Thoughts (WIP)

I dropped that relationship, like a crystal vase. And then I stood up and stood back and watched the pieces shatter, shard and spread across the floor of my life. There for me to forever step on and search through and feel piercing through my skin like a grater. Giving me sharp pricks of recognition, over and over again, so I'll never forget. So I'll always remember.

 

The Glass Case (WIP)

And then one day came along, one day so subtle, so seemingly insignificant, I barely recognized it. That one day, in all its sneaky significance, snuck up inside me and it changed me. It changed it all. It changed everything. Because for once, I wasn't watching and I wasn't listening. I wasn't wishing and I wasn't imagining. Because, for once, I wasn't outside glass walls. I was inside them.

Finally, I was inside.

Films About Ghosts (WIP)

You held her. She gripped you. You kissed her. She smothered you.
You wanted her. She needed you.

Morning Turned Into California (WIP)

Fluorescent lights compulsively flicked and twitched across every surface
inside the dark room. The too quiet room filled with a silence Spencer found
more unnerving than relaxing. And, for once in her chaotic, booming life, she
wanted none of the peace.

This peace felt like forever, inside a place forever should not be spent.

Falling Is Like This (WIP)

“Um. It’s, uh, not Kyla...”

The voice flounders and trails and somehow, even though I’ve barely heard ten words from her lips, I know whose voice it is. I know whose body is now awkwardly pressed against mine. I know I’ve pratically wrapped my life around Kyla’s sister, and as if she’s suddenly the hottest inferno, I jump back from her. Taking every heavy burden I just threw onto her, back inside of me.