Greased Arches

A/N: Happy birthday to my darling shelikesthesound! This story is for her.

”Daddy, Uncle Em forgotted Sophie in the dugout again,” Sammy told me, ignoring how Emmett was trying to shush him.

“Hey, buddy. Did he? But you remembered her, right?”

“Of course, Daddy. She’s too little to drive a car, so we have to remember to bring her with us home.”

“That’s right.” I sighed and closed the hood on the blue Toyota I’d been working on all afternoon. “Did Uncle Emmett feed you?”

“Uncle Emmett is standing right here and very capable of answering questions,” Emmett said and dumped his sports bag on the floor before putting Sophie down. “Of course I fed them.”

“He gived us a candy bar but told us to tell you that it was a sammich,” Sammy supplied. “Mine had peanuts in it.”

A Christmas Theory

The entire population of Forks – all four thousand one hundred and seventy-six souls – had been wondering about the Cullen family ever since the day they'd rolled into town with their two large moving vans and bright, cheery smiles. No one in Forks ever wore bright, cheery smiles. Suspicion rose immediately.

The Illusion of Something More

The Illusion of Something More

The cold was back with a vengeance after deceiving the unsuspecting population of Portland with the illusion that spring had been just around the corner. The wind was howling around the corners of the houses and tiny specs of snow fluttered around for small eternities before they landed on the icy ground.

Rosalie shuddered and blew her hot breath into her cupped hands. She couldn't remember it ever being this cold on Valentine's Day before and she desperately wished she was back in her small one bedroom apartment, wrapped tightly in her robe, her feet shuffled against the heater and a steaming cup of tea warming her hands. It was the best description of heaven she could come up with at that moment.

It was sheer insanity to walk around outside dressed the way she was. Her black leather skirt was much too short for temperatures below thirty and the fish net stockings offered no protection from the cold either. Her toes were almost frozen in the black stilettos and the black leather jacket warmed just as little as the red tube top underneath. It was too bad her profession didn't offer seasonal uniforms, Rosalie mused to herself.

Catch Up, Cullen!

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Blow My Mind

Blow My Mind

"A cappuccino, please," Edward requested when it was his turn to order. He was at the coffee shop he stopped at every morning. The line had been slightly longer today than most days, but he was confident that he would make it to work on time.

"Your usual. Aye, sir," the cheerful, young woman behind the counter replied.

Edward frowned. His usual? Just last month he had ordered regular black coffee one day. He didn't remember the reason for the break in his routine, and he hadn't liked it enough to order it again the next day, but it had been a cappuccino-free day. Surely she remembered that. He looked at the crammed coffee shop and sighed. Maybe not.

Edward Cullen had only done one thing that could be described as adventurous in the twenty-nine years he had been alive. And if he was being honest – which he usually was – it had been purely out of obligation that he had been adventurous, thus making it a moot point.

New Story Posting Tomorrow - TEASER!

I am writing a new story with the lovely shelikesthesound. It's called "When the Dust Settles", and we start posting tomorrow here. Below is a teaser from the first chapter as well as the chapter banner.

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The fact that I was a goddamn jaded bastard meant that I skipped right past the shock that hit the others momentarily. I had been in similar situations before, and I barely needed to think before I started barking out orders.

I then registered two things at the same time. Jake had been hit in the neck and was bleeding on the floor. And Jones, who was driving the vehicle, had also been hit and was slumped over the steering wheel. He must still have had his foot on the gas, because the vehicle was moving. I yelled at Crowley to take over the driving before we ended up in a ditch and became a stationary target for the motherfuckers still shooting at us.

I was sure that Tyler Crowley did his best because that was the kind of man he was, but we did end up in the ditch. And just as I heard a chopper overhead coming to help us out of the mess we had ended up in, the world around me exploded.

Again my jadedness made me register something faster than should have been possible. Only this time I wasn’t sure I had wanted to know what was happening before everything went black. It was a fucking rotten last thought to have.

Roadside bomb.

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There are more teasers to be found here.  

Early Morning Photography Trip

I got up at 3am to drive out to Kalø Castle and take pictures at sunrise. It was a really beautiful trip, and I need to find some new destinations to visit over the summer with my camera that early in the day.

The approximately 1 mile long cobbled way out to the castle.

The view from the lookout where I had my breakfast. The castle is now a ruin, and this is parts of the ramparts.

The castle tower. The castle was built in the fourteenth century.