Save Me from Myself PrologueNormally the thought of sitting in a log listening to audio-animatronic animals sing about their problems before plunging down, getting soaked by the splash, and freezing while the animals sing about what a wonderful day it is would sound fun to me. Normally the thought of getting into a "doom buggie", hearing a disembodied head in a crystal ball call spirits from beyond the grave, going to a ghost party, and riding through a haunted grave yard while inanimate busts sing about grim grinning ghosts would petrify me. Normally the thought of following Alice down the rabbit hole or facing the Yeti in a bobsled speeding through a mountain sounds like the perfect way to spend a day for me.
Nowadays overly chipper animals give me a headache. Nowadays seeing a candelabra floating in the middle of a seemingly endless hallway thrills me. Nowadays hearing the Red Queen yell or having someone invade my personal space as I nearly get whiplash sounds like a waste of time.
Normally listening to the J
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Open Space, S.S. Calypso
April 16, 2270
Sitting next to a console in main engineering, Cera Rigel watched the roiling, shifting colours of the warp core. Although Calypso’s warp reactor was at least a century in advance of what Starfleet had, its fuel was the same: antimatter. It also used dilithium crystals to channel the antimatter. That said, its efficiency was outstanding. To say nothing of the fact that Cêtarii technology allowed them to regenerate the expensive crystals. Cera swivelled her chair and tapped a button on the control panel.
“Captain’s starlog, April sixteenth, twenty-two seventy,” she said, smiling. “It’s been fourteen weeks now since we left our Cêtarii hosts and began the long voyage home. And in that time we’ve covered an incredible six hundred light-years. My old ship would have required fourteen months to cross the same distance.”
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Open Space, S.S. Calypso
February 22, 2270
The smell of cooking food woke Magik from her nap; she sat up from where she was stretched out on the sofa and looked around. Garadun was in the living room’s little kitchen nook and tending to something in a frying pan. He was clad in a loose fitting grey t-shirt with the Starfleet Academy logo and NOT A GRADUATE OF STARFLEET ACADEMY on it in navy blue, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trilling in anticipation, she hopped off the sofa and trotted over, jumping up onto one of the kitchen’s tall-legged chairs at the dining counter.
“Hey there, sweetie,” he said, turning to give her a smile. “Want some lunch?”
She miaowed happily.
“Okay. It’ll just be a few more minutes.”
Magik licked her chops and waited as patiently as she could. Although the kitchen was equipped with its own food dispenser, just as
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Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
T’Prin looked around her new cabin with a sense of contentment. Technically, it was a bit smaller than the quarters she’d had aboard the Tar’Hana, the Vulcan Science Academy vessel where she’d been a junior communications officer. However, it exceeded those quarters when it came to quality and interior design. Spartan is the best word to use when describing Vulcan ships. And of course Cera was having none of that when she had Calypso restored and renovated. Her firm belief was that since crewmen have to spend a lot of their lives aboard ship, their quarters should be as comfortable as possible.
The floor in each cabin had been replaced with new deck plating and covered with durable carpeting that could be easily removed and put back if work on the floor was required. The old double bunks had been replaced with large singles. The beds were all identical, but in a clean, simple
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December 23, 2268
From chaos into order was how Lieutenant Persis, the U.S.S. Bangkok’s science officer, had described the protosystem’s swirling disc of dust, gas, rock and newly-forming planets; and Captain Marcus Howard thought the lovely young Deltan had summed it up rather well. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Not to mention a dangerous one.
Tracking all the debris was a nigh-impossible task, and the Miranda class vessel was being continuously battered by chunks of rock that were bouncing off her shields. The helmsman was able to avoid the major bodies and dodge asteroids, but Captain Howard had Bangkok on yellow alert for a reason. While he could’ve kept his vessel completely out of harm’s way by staying at a safe distance, the ship was here to do an astronomical survey, and doing the job right sometimes means getting your hands dirty.
“Lieutenant Persis, how many p
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Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
When the door to Garadun’s quarters opened and Cera stepped inside, she found that the illumination was somewhat dim when compared to the way most people kept it. Off to her right was his bedroom, and it was lit by a single lamp on the night table by the bed. In the main living room, which she’d entered, there was again only a single tall lamp next to the sofa. In the study beyond the living room there were no lights at all.
It was 22:45 hours by shipboard time. Or as Garadun would insist: “That’s quarter to eleven, already. Enough of this hundred-hours shit.”
Her best friend was really quite old-fashioned in many ways; the room lighting was a perfect example. It was late at night so he kept things lit appropriately. He only used the lighting panels built into the ceiling during the day, and his quarters only had one per room. His living room was laid out l
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September 25, 2268
The Cargo Exchange was the central processing centre for a great many of the merchants and traders who came to Orion on business. It was here that cargos were unloaded and then shipped on to their next destination, or were taken delivery of. Likewise, goods that were destined for offworld ports were loaded aboard freighters; or the arrangements for their loading were made. It was not where goods were bought and sold. Rather this was the hub for much of the interstellar shipping itself.
Although there were numerous large transport companies throughout inhabited space (many of which had offices on Orion) there were just as many, if not more, independent freighters and cargo ships plying the trade routes. They were popular among merchants because they generally had open schedules and could therefore handle emergency jobs and all the other last minute problems that routinely came up with import-export.
One such merchant was Kora
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September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
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San Francisco, Earth
April 4, 2270
Admiral James Komack entered the reception area of Admiral Morgan Rigel’s office and immediately noticed that the office furniture wasn’t Starfleet regulation – it was all real wood. Something that he felt was unnecessary and even ostentatious. Not strictly against regulations, but he disapproved nonetheless. Behind the reception desk was a lieutenant of Chinese ancestry and a very attractive one at that. She immediately stood.
“Good afternoon, Admiral.”
Komack gave a nod. “Lieutenant. Where’s Admiral Rigel?”
“Waiting for you in his office, sir. I’ll announce you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Komack walked past her, gave the old-fashioned wooden door leading to Morgan’s office a single knock (more ostentatious decoration as far as he was concerned) and went in wit
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September 12, 2268
Cera had a modest suitcase in her hand and Garadun a small dufflebag slung over his shoulder as they made their way to the transporter room. Jan and Nessa were walking behind them. Jan was trying to act cool but inside he was actually nervous. After only a month of serving with Captain Rigel, he was about to be left in command.
All right, so they were in orbit of Vulcan and all he had to do was mind the store for a week or so, but it was still an important responsibility. A lot of people might question the wisdom of putting an Orion in command after only knowing them for a few weeks, but it was all about trust. Garadun trusted Jan Koor to not try and steal Calypso, so Cera trusted him as well. And even if, theoretically, he wanted to steal the ship, there was Nessa to contend with. Jan knew the woman was loyal to her new Captain.
It came down to the simple fact that Jan Koor wasn’t a dishonourable thief. He had
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April 20, 2270
When Calypso entered the Neutral Zone, Cera had literately sagged in her command chair from the sense of relief she felt. They had made it. They were officially out of Romulan space. The Romulans hadn’t been able to stop them in any case, but it was still good to be clear of them. Then her sense of relief was replaced by joy when Calypso zoomed out of the Neutral Zone into Federation territory. She was home again!
Less than a week ago Cera had still been looking at a twenty-year voyage to return home. But thanks to the wormhole, she and her crew were now on their final approach to Starbase 23. Everyone was once more on the bridge, including Garadun and Nessa who had put their brief spat behind them with apologies and a quick hug. Cera glanced over at T’Prin, who was monitoring communications. As soon as the ship emerged from the Neutral Zone, the space station had started hailing them at regular intervals, send
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Cake scattered the floor.
It was a beautiful red color. Red velvet. Splattered all across the tile that was yellowed with time. There was one big chunk, surrounded by others that slowly grew into smaller and smaller crumbs the further they were from this central fragment. A few of the slightly larger pieces had been grinded into the kitchen floor, smushed into it, trampled by angry feet. They looked like random dark crimson blotches among the innumerable crumbs. The way the broken cake looked, the whole scene strongly resembled a horrible, grotesque, quite unique murder scene.
Like the floor was tainted with blood.
It would have been quite the wonderful, delicious cake, too. It was moist, but not too much so. Fluffy. Just the right balance of ingredients. Holding together on your fork until the moment you ate it. Melt-in-your-mouth. A delightful quality only found in the culinary creations of true masters of pastry. She had quite the plans for this cake. It was going to be shaped like
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Rewind to junior year, high school. Winter break. Just before Christmas.
A girl sat perched on a barstool chair, her knees drawn up to her chest, one hand resting on the keyboard of the large-screened laptop sitting on the high countertop in front of her. She stood around 5’4” tall, and thin. Quite thin, thanks to an abnormally high metabolism. She turned sideways, and you lost sight of her. But she wasn’t just skin and bones. You could hardly tell, but eleven years of playing soccer—from preschool to freshman year of high school—had left her muscles lean and strong, especially her long legs. Her scrawny appearance betrayed her true strength. Her skin was light. Whiter than even the whitest, but still with enough pigmentation so you knew she was indeed a living human being. No one ever guessed in their wildest dreams that she was half-Mexican. She tanned in three minutes and burned in five. No one in her family knew where she had gotten skin like th
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November, senior year of high school. Chapter title: “Decision.”
I think it was poetry. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” I believe. But I’m not too sure.
You see, I was too busy daydreaming to really pay attention.
Or, should I say, “lost in thought”?
Anyway, my brain was so preoccupied with other thoughts that there just simply wasn’t room for even the discussion going on in one of the two classes I didn’t absolutely despise—English. The other was Calculus.
Oh, my brain.
Engineering? For NASA, so I could send rovers and shuttles into space and be the first to see new pictures of the Great Beyond that I had grown to love and gaze up at so much? That sounded wonderful. But, as much as I sincerely loved math, it didn’t like me back. That, and I had recently learned that you don’t actually get to see pictures. Just locked up in a room cranking out numbers as you get back codes and images tha
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Time stands still.
Here is a character that is me. In every way and form, me. We are so much the same. Me. That is, if I had spiky hair that was white as freshly-fallen snow, command over winter phenomena, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Oh, and one other thing that I am not. I’d have to be a boy. But that is where the differences end between me and him.
My Jack Frost.
He went unseen, unheard for three hundred years. I haven’t had quite that lengthy existence, but it has felt like an eternity. Nobody believing in him. In me. To try to reach out and be heard only to be walked right through like nothing but air. And yet, to continue to assist others and bring them goodness—bring them happiness and fun—despite the fact that it would not change my invisibility even though I secretly hoped it would, despite the implications it had for me. That’s us. Alone in the world.
Four. Hand-in-hand with the previous, I suppose.
Calling out to one unearthly for an answer.
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Fast forward. About an hour and a half, if you will.
It was ending. Could it really be ending? I didn’t want it to. But at the same time, it was a perfect place for it to end. So many emotions were raging through me. Happiness. Wonder. Hope. Awe. Longing. Amazement. And there were still a few precious moments left in the movie. Still a few more words to be spoken.
“My name is Jack Frost.”
My heart leapt a little. I fell a little deeper in love with the movie. Gotta adore movies that do full loops, referencing the beginning in some way. And the way these final lines were written really amplified the change—for the better—that had happened for my all-time favorite character. I clung to the arms of my seat, feeling a small smile creep onto my face.
“And I’m a Guardian. How do I know that? Because the moon told me so.”
A feeling of congratulations to him. My eyes were glued to the screen even more than they had been throughout th
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The chapter is just ahead, I promise. It’s like a floating dust particle in the air. When you try to catch it, it just jerks away from your seeking grasp, giggling to itself as the small gusts caused by your motions and muttered curses provide it with its method of escape. You know how to catch a dust particle?
Let it come to you.
That particular tiny speck of dust isn’t ready to fall yet. The air has to calm down still, the conditions made just right for its landing.
Such will be the purpose of this chapter.
Don’t worry. We’re fast forwarding a bit, to just before that beautiful, wonderful day. Just so I can catch you up on things.
Sophomore year, college. There were a lot of issues with my financial aid. I had to actually drop out so I wouldn’t owe the school a very impossibly massive sum of money. Thank you, miscommunication, lies, and not getting things done. Me? No, not me. My father. He likes to wait until the very last secon
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Despite the battle that you know must be going on for Jamie—for the children of the world, for hope, joy, and light—you somehow manage to fall into a restless sleep.
Maybe it had something to do with that moonbeam that wiggled its way through the canopy of dark clouds and flooded directly into your bedroom.
The moment sleep takes you, you’re transported into the realm of dreams.
You’re standing in an entirely white space. So pure, so devoid of anything corrupt. It goes on endlessly, stretching onward for all eternity.
Not knowing what else to do, you walk forward, your footsteps echoing even though you’re barefoot.
Just when you begin to think that you’re absolutely alone, you feel a presence behind you.
You cautiously turn around, bracing yourself for anything.
Well, just about anything.
Because what you’re now facing completely throws you off.
Or rather, who.
He stands no taller than four feet high. He’s dressed like a gentleman,
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It was getting uncomfortable.
My mother and I had just shared lunch at a local burger restaurant. It was delicious. The food, I mean. The conversation was far less…flavorful. Nothing aside from the usual check-up on school that happened every time I saw her.
We had nothing else we could talk about, anyway.
I rolled down the car window. A small smile found its way onto my face as a soothing breeze caressed my cheek, making my hair dance ever so slightly as it forced the sweat threatening to form on my brow to retreat.
My mom repeated her question. She was getting impatient.
“What do you want to go do?”
“Well,” I began, still staring out the window, “I thought we were going to go see a movie.”
She rolled her eyes. I could tell that a movie was far from her first option. She wanted to do something that involved more conversation, more “bonding,” something more out-of-the-house-to-enjoy-the-weather. Not sitting side-by-side in a pitch
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Your hand meets cold, satiny skin.
The two of you are frozen there for a few seconds, you with your hand still in midair, Pitch with his face turned to the side. Your expressions are the same—sheer shock. He never it saw it coming. You never thought you had it in you. It just kind of happened. As if out of instinct, from the depths of your brain, an out-of-the-blue reaction to a sudden wave of anger. You immediately regret it.
You just slapped Pitch Black clear across the face.
An extremely powerful, dark being who towers over you.
Knowing that you have to go with it, you stretch out the same hand, your tingling palm upwards and towards the staff.
“Give it here, Pitch,” you shakily command the Nightmare king.
He snaps out of it, rubbing where you hit him with his spare hand. “More of a fighter than the last I saw you, but I'll forgive that for now,” he mumbles under his breath as his cold eyes lock on yours. He then speaks directly to you. “I kind of
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The steam from the hot chocolate warms your face as you stare down into its brown depths, the warmth from the piping hot beverage heating up the palms of your cupped hands as they hold it up.
The golden base of the goblet rests patiently on your knees, which you have folded up to your chest in a makeshift table as you sit on the right side of the large window’s expansive ledge, nothing but a thin sheet of glass separating you and the artic scenery beyond.
Jangle sits a bit in front of your feet, staring up at you, concerned.
He’s the one who brought you the hot chocolate, waddling around a corner a few moments after Tooth had left you alone to the devices of the otherwise vacant hallway, the jingle bell on the top of his head softly chiming with each step.
You only took the goblet out of politeness. You really have no appetite right now.
Still, you’re thankful for the company. And the hot chocolate has helped you a little, its steam bearing a calming effect on you, pr
To-Do List: February 201001-02-2010 Lets set the grass on fire and danceTo-Do List: February 2010 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
02-02-2010 Smell of chlorine as the car door opens
03-02-2010 I cut my foot running to you
03-02-2010 Twenty-one year old girl on fibre
03-02-2010 Beer farts
03-02-2010 Doesn't want to have to beg you too
03-02-2010 Practicing ollies in the dark
04-02-2010 Wants to drink your smell out of her pillow again soon
06-02-2010 I really hope you don't fall for me. Please.
07-02-2010 Your hair is routinely found tangled up in mine
07-02-2010 Wishes she could be that person for you
07-02-2010 Cross my fingers and say yeah
07-02-2010 Nothing beats the open hand of forever
08-02-2010 Wish you were here instead of just your smell
09-02-2010 Don't you crush my dreams before they've even started
09-02-2010 The majority of the time i thin i'm smelling you on my sheets i'm really smelling me
09-02-2010 Another lie. You have a very distinctive smell.
09-02-2010 Cannot be alone
09-02-2010 Even rockstars have regrets
09-02-2010 Always forgets it's colder he
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03-10-2009 It's a little church, hidden among the houses
03-10-2009 Waif like strangers in the garden
03-10-2009 Doomed to a life of wearing pants
04-10-2009 Rejecting nice boys for my own mental health
05-10-2009 Stop flirting with the seventeen year old now!
08-10-2009 First flies of summer
08-10-2009 Wow, you've turned from 'my friend' to 'i know a girl' and i almost didn't notice
09-10-2009 She has an irrational fear of iPhones
09-10-2009 Shampooing the oval
11-10-2009 She thinks she might want to become a minister one day
13-10-2009 It's not real life because it's not over
13-10-2009 Can totally see herself becoming a violent alcoholic if she let herself
16-10-2009 It's frustrating and upsetting how much i still miss you
18-10-2009 We will all wear watercolours as we fall
18-10-2009 Irregular sex
18-10-2009 Has excuses but doesn't need them
19-10-2009 At least you know when she's coming back
19-10-2009 Asking the hard questi
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08-09-2010 Ice packs and baby food
11-09-2010 Well that's something i'll never be able to tell anybody about
11-09-2010 Maybe i'd be better off alone
14-09-2010 So many people dressing for other people
14-09-2010 Station hole
15-09-2010 I am too afraid to sing out loud
15-09-2010 Looking outside to look in
21-09-2010 Coming home to the smell of freesias
22-09-2010 Turning heads and breaking necks
23-09-2010 Train with the new car smell
24-09-2010 Jealous of lesbians on the escalator
25-09-2010 I am like your voice of reason or whatever
25-09-2010 How can i ever doubt my love for you on nights like this?
30-09-2010 And my bed is still warm from your body
To-Do List: December 201408-12-2014 He leaves no smell in her bedTo-Do List: December 2014 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-12-2014 With little to no resistance
08-12-2014 She doesn’t lose him because he is not hers
08-12-2014 The words and the truth are different
10-12-2014 Blood and skulls and pastel rainbows
11-12-2014 My love for classical music will never die.
14-12-2014 God i have so much to say, i wish i had less to day.
16-12-2014 Vagina enemas
16-12-2014 Going to sleep sticky
18-12-2014 Sometimes ‘i miss you’ means ‘some part of me still loves you’ and it fucking sucks.
18-12-2014 Oh god these feelings.
18-12-2014 Still fucking madly in love with the U S of you
18-12-2014 The softest saggiest balls
18-12-2014 Writing notes in quick succession. You still have that power.
18-12-2014 I want to go to a photography exhibition and fall in love with peoples faces until my heart aches.
18-12-2014 Thank god for oceans
22-12-2014 Silly little love grins
22-12-2014 Two doors open on door closed
25-12-2014 Burning incense to be reminded
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05-09-2011 Horse floats and park benches
12-09-2011 She takes rejection quite well
12-09-2011 If i knew what you'd become i never would have done it in the first place
12-09-2011 Dear iPod, you're so fucking right. Love, your owner
13-09-2011 Excessive use of exclamation marks
15-09-2011 Smell of warm wood
15-09-2011 Birthday lost in transit
19-09-2011 Thunderstorms to remind us how small we are
23-09-2011 Censor yourself
26-09-2011 Bruised peach and split lip
29-09-2011 I always miss you when i'm feeling lonely...
29-09-2011 Lamenting the dead she hardly knew
29-09-2011 I feel like such a fraud.
To-Do List: June 201001-06-2010 Condoms and timtamsTo-Do List: June 2010 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
01-06-2010 She fears rejection everyday
02-06-2010 I hope she makes you happy, and gives you what i couldn't...
02-06-2010 Long hair is impractical for washing dishes
02-06-2010 Just saw a homeless guy who reminded me of you
02-06-2010 Finally got my jacket back!
02-06-2010 Well that didn't go too badly at all
03-06-2010 Thank god it doesn't smell like you
03-06-2010 Your pillow will have to suffice
06-06-2010 Girlfriends get shotgun
06-06-2010 Dear June, you fucking suck.
10-06-2010 I want you to come here so i can kiss you.
11-06-2010 How the fuck do pretty girls stay warm?
12-06-2010 Your mother is poking me again...
15-06-2010 I'd have just broken your heart anyway
15-06-2010 Not a satanist, but a skinhead
16-06-2010 Those lyrics were more accurate than you know.
16-06-2010 And i've tried everything but you.
18-06-2010 Mac 'n cheese and spinach dip
19-06-2010 Broken seal never good
22-06-2010 God i hope i don't fuck it up again.
23-06-2010 At least yo
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12-07-2012 Tanbark memories
12-07-2012 The same plane repeats itself
13-07-2012 Blocks of chocolate concrete
13-07-2012 Goodnight streetlight
14-07-2012 A fireplace for shoes
14-07-2012 Falling in love with Napoleon Bonaparte
14-07-2012 Went to ikea to get a good knife - oxymoron
14-07-2012 And she's gripping the umbrella like it was your hand
15-07-2012 One meal and a mandarin
18-07-2012 Musicians fuck to the beat
20-07-2012 Black paint under her fingernails
22-07-2012 Reflections of a 90's kid
23-07-2012 Not cute, just evil.
24-07-2012 I accidentally don't give a fuck about any of you.
25-07-2012 Sweet smell of cigarettes
27-07-2012 Mdma and a three-way
31-07-2012 Doomed to get old together
To-Do List: August 201208-08-2012 Triceratops, octopus and astronautTo-Do List: August 2012 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-08-2012 You - model 2.0
08-8-2012 Small time marketer, big time dreams
09-08-2012 Wind that trips you up
09-08-2012 Rain washes away blood
10-08-2012 An empty bottle of sailor jerry
11-08-2012 Even in dreams
12-08-2012 This is real life, innit - drew
14-08-2012 Do not disturb the lion, except for food.
16-08-2012 Life is terminal
23-08-2012 Saladas and soup
25-08-2012 Building the wrong way up
25-08-2012 Sloe down
25-08-2012 Going different directions to get to the same goal
28-08-2012 Medium rare and medium well down
29-08-2012 When two days is ages
30-08-2012 Fainting and blood noses
30-08-2012 The runt of a litter of one
To-Do List: August 201408-08-2014 4am thumb warsTo-Do List: August 2014 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-08-2014 Red wine brush
18-08-2014 Tell your mother i'm sorry
To-Do List: January 201504-01-2015 She wakes up to hear the rainTo-Do List: January 2015 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
04-01-2015 A hand full of lube
07-01-2015 Missing leather
09-01-2015 Two words are better than three
09-01-2015 The things we do for flapjacks
13-01-2015 The sudden absence of rain
15-01-2015 She sees the world through uv filters
18-01-2015 Breathe through your emotions
18-01-2015 Always crying on trains.
21-01-2015 Jenny. Her name is Jenny.
22-01-2015 So many pretty girls that she's never going to be.
28-01-2015 Bed sheet imprints