Weekly THROW OUT
Hi all,
Well as you may or may not have noticed, I missed last week :(. I apologize, but with that I also have news. I have started a collaboration with two other amazing authors that I met through the magic of social media. The project is something near and dear to our hearts, and I can only hope to do it the justice it deserves. we are calling it "A Million Little Pieces Project" and if all goes well there will be a book and documentary at the end of this journey.
We are entitling the future publication
Brayden rises from his seat and turns slowly toward me. I gasp when I see the anguish written across his beautiful features.
"Every time I look at you, I see him." He whispers.
In that moment, my heart is cleaved in two.
*******
Well, that was pleasant. Right. Sorry I failed last week. See you next week, promise :)
Well as you may or may not have noticed, I missed last week :(. I apologize, but with that I also have news. I have started a collaboration with two other amazing authors that I met through the magic of social media. The project is something near and dear to our hearts, and I can only hope to do it the justice it deserves. we are calling it "A Million Little Pieces Project" and if all goes well there will be a book and documentary at the end of this journey.
We are entitling the future publication
A Million Little Pieces: Stories of Love, Lust, Faith & Dreams of the Echelon
It will be a compilation of stories from the followers of the band Thirty Seconds To Mars known as the Echelon. A long with a Documentary of our experiences, the video blogs, and fan art of the Echelon.
I don't think I have ever been involved in something that holds the heart and emotion of so many before. The thought that I can be a part of this is very humbling. As the e-mails slowly start to arrive, I tell myself that this needs to be done right. That we have a responsibility to this family to do them justice. The stories that have already been shared with us are beautiful, emotional, and deserve to be told.
So, if you, yourself happen to be echelon, and would like to participate. Please visit our blog at
on face book at:
and:
and on twitter:
@Echelonpieces
On to the teaser!
Scarred 2
I had just finished moving the last box into the other half of the townhouse when he arrived from the airport. I could not move into my new home for another week so Brayden was just going to have to get used to the idea of me staying in the vacant side of his house.
He approaches the front porch with his head down. Pausing to pull out his keys, his eyes linger on the open curtain my side of the town home. He ascends the steps and sees me standing in the living area, watching him. His brows net together over his Ray-Bans, and a a pained look lingers on his face. Shaking his head, he enters his front door.
Huffing out a heavy sigh I flop onto the antique love seat, which up until five minutes ago was covered in a dust cloth. What is so wrong with me? Why does every man I love turn into a complete joke? I pick up my phone and text Garrett, asking him if I could come over and drink a bottle of wine with them. Setting my phone down I make my way to the small washroom to clean myself up.
Emerging five minutes later, feeling slightly better, I find Brayden. The only light is coming from the open curtains, and the last rays of sun are shining on the back of his head. I close my eyes and take a cleansing breath. May as well get this over with.
"I cant move into my new house until next week. I am sorry if this bothers you, but I will be out as soon as I can."
He approaches the front porch with his head down. Pausing to pull out his keys, his eyes linger on the open curtain my side of the town home. He ascends the steps and sees me standing in the living area, watching him. His brows net together over his Ray-Bans, and a a pained look lingers on his face. Shaking his head, he enters his front door.
Huffing out a heavy sigh I flop onto the antique love seat, which up until five minutes ago was covered in a dust cloth. What is so wrong with me? Why does every man I love turn into a complete joke? I pick up my phone and text Garrett, asking him if I could come over and drink a bottle of wine with them. Setting my phone down I make my way to the small washroom to clean myself up.
Emerging five minutes later, feeling slightly better, I find Brayden. The only light is coming from the open curtains, and the last rays of sun are shining on the back of his head. I close my eyes and take a cleansing breath. May as well get this over with.
"I cant move into my new house until next week. I am sorry if this bothers you, but I will be out as soon as I can."
Brayden rises from his seat and turns slowly toward me. I gasp when I see the anguish written across his beautiful features.
"Every time I look at you, I see him." He whispers.
In that moment, my heart is cleaved in two.
*******
Well, that was pleasant. Right. Sorry I failed last week. See you next week, promise :)
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