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Hey all, Well, I finally figured out why I am a complete basket case...but that is not a story for this media. Since this gives me a small amount of solace, I am a bit calmer at this time...hopefully it lasts. I got 500 words into this weeks throw-out, and my computer rebooted. Unfortunately, I was unable to reproduce said pros, but I tried my best. So I am bringing you what I am going to dub The Mulligan Throw out. Hope you enjoy! The Last Adventure of Those Girls "That's the thing about being famous, love. People only want you around as long as you have something to offer them. The second you are used up, they drop you like a bad habit. “ Quinn gives me a pointed look. A dry laugh escapes me as I try to bite my tongue.   Unfortunately, I cannot contain my snark. “Sweetie, try having nothing to give to begin with. That’s when you know who your friends are.” “Well, you sure jumped on the opportunity to hop on this plane today. “ “Quinn.” Sage scolds. “...

Hi all, It's Thursday and I am delivering you a throw out. Recently, I released an article explaining my mental health issues. I credited the cyber world for helping me keep it together. It is true that there was a band aid, for a while. However, I have come to realize, brainwashing myself into thinking anyone lives outside their own little world is nonsense. Therefore, I am "going dark". I shall continue to post throw outs, but that may be all anyone sees of me for a while. I need to work on my writing. Perhaps, in the process, get my own shit together. I know few people actually read this blog, so if you see this, you have my regards. On to the throw out Scarred 2 After Brayden chased his mother out of Eli and Garrett’s engagement party, he has been doing everything he could to make it up to me. I was never angry about it, but he thought that bolting before I could answer was the worst mistake he had ever made. When he came back, visually flustered by ...

I have decided that writing is cheaper than therapy. So rather than whine to my friends about my feels, I henceforth resolve to just write....DO THE THING!! I was at a loss as to what to bring you this week. I have several things I am working on, but don't want to give you the same crap over and over..So here I sit trying to sift through my written works. I am dredging up an old one tonight. I am re-reading so I can move forward from where I left off. However I was quite proud of this scene, I hope you like it too :) *UNTITLED* PROLOGUE Surprisingly enough, the decision to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love, is not a decision that you think through. It is made of impulse, and conceived of pure bravery. At least, this is how it feels to the person who takes that leap...At least, that is what I thought. In hindsight, I could have taken a second to weigh my options. However, knowing my nature, I cannot imagine things turning out any differently. One thing is for ...

Hey Guy, So you are alone on a Friday night hu?  I don't know if it is by choice, or if that tweet meant that is the kind of person you are.  Maybe you are unhappy about this fact. Well, you are not alone.  Here I sit, laptop in hand, the worst movie EVER playing in the background, kid gone with her dad, and all to send you a high five from Minnesota.  So lets say for a second that you are having a crap day. Not feeling the best. Showing us your "Scars." My friend, you have no clue how much I understand. I live my life there. It is more than part of who I am.  So, lets remedy this situation.  You, my friend, are a talented, handsome, ambitious, tenacious human being.  Yep, I said it. You are Epic.  I enjoy seeing your tweets and FB posts. I hear your song on my play list at least five times a day. Your art, which you recently shared with your fans, is beautiful. You are a multi-talented force to be reckoned with.  Too much? No...

Hello all, I was lampooned with car troubles yesterday, so I had to get this out today. Sorry to anyone who was waiting. I may have found another writer to collaborate with, which is exciting. I have always wanted to work with other people, but haven't really been afforded the opportunity as of yet. In case you didn't see, I did post earlier this week. I didn't advertise, I have done that a couple times lately. If you are interested check the backlogs of the blog, If anything else, You can read it on the crapper :) lol. On to the teaser The Last Adventure Of Those Girls Shannon brings one of his strong hands to the back of my head, dragging it to my cheek, his thumbs rough pad parting my lips as he brings it to my neck just over my pulse. My skin tingles in the wake of his touch, and my body shudders from the sensation. He lifts my chin with his other hand, running his thumb over the water quickly pooling under my eye. Gently he brings his lips under the other e...

You never know where you will be when the darkness comes. The irrational disappointment over trivial things, the suffocating sadness. It happens when you least expect it. The hollow feeling, like ice is spreading from your core to your extremities. I fight it. HARD. However, it always wins. There is not much anyone can do about it. You try to find solace in the kind words of those around you. You try to pull what strength you have from their encouragement and support, but you just cant. Sure you have spurts of calm. Moments that you forget the fear and emptiness. They always return though, the second you are left in your own head.  Hours. Days. Weeks of soul crushing pain. Helplessness. Literally, it feels as if there is no hope, no possible way things will ever get better.  No one or nothing can convince you otherwise. When a person is in this state, they are shrouded in darkness. Darkness that blinds them of all the wonders of life and surrounds them in their own perso...