Fate continues with her wrench throwing

Chapter 5

Tired, weary, sore.

Snakes and Ladders-28

Chapter 28

It’s like out of LOTR when Boromir was talking about the horns of Gondor calling them home. Rampart has that sort of feeling right now a little as this is the place that I’ve spent the most here and there is something that tugs at me as I fly over to the castle section itself and see streets I know and shops I’ve been to while training here.

I bite my lip at some of those kinda sort of home feelings.

I had a few towns like this when I was trucking. Those places you’ve been to so many times that you know them well. It’s actually a good thing y’know.

Home away from home can be good because it’s not home.

A young boy is feeling the blues and thinks that life can't get any worse. Until he meets the little bully girls.

Those little girls: Just when you didn’t think life could get any worse.

As a hush fell over the audience one of Hollywood’s most glamorous events of the year, the announcer opened the gold coloured envelope and read the enclosed card. A smiled broke out on her face as she said,

“And the award for Best Adapted Screenplay goes to…”

This was the most eagerly awaited award of the Evening. Not the normal ‘Best Picture’, ‘Best Director’ etc.

Sweet Dreams-53 “It’s only a flesh wound!”

Chapter 53

It’s been a really good day. The sex and the food in the morning and the coffee and watching movies was just so amazing. But so was Alex's idea of laying there together and napping. And taking the day off from classes was nice even though I actually like school here it was still really, really needed, I think I did need just being with Alex like this.

I have had very little times in my life when it was just okay to stop and just do that stop. Let someone care for me in little ways.

Like a nap at eleven in the morning after watching a movie and sitting there in the sunshine with Alex spooning me and feeling that huge warm bulk of his body there and those strong arms gently circling around me.

No sex, no necking as awesome as that is just being held and sleeping.

Losing Control and Hurtling Towards Heaven

"Pro..." the young girl placed a note down on a black tile in her kitchen. "... change is good."

A Hand of Love and Hand of Faith

"Hold my hand, son." The Mother reached out to her young child and guided him across the road.

Julina’s day does not start well, but then she learns a lot more about the developments in town, and she makes a new friend.

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles

by Julia Phillips

007 - Of Tresses And Stresses