Beautiful DayI wanted it to be a horrible day. I prayed for a dreary, raining, nasty day. It just seemed it would be easier to handle if that was the case. But that didn't happen. It was an offensely beautiful afternoon as I stepped out of the car. A cool breeze blew softly over the warm rays of the fall sun. The sky was so clear I could still see the church from where I stood. The brightness reflected back the colors of the flowers perfectly, making them almost seem to glow. The freshly cut grass gave a poignant, exhilarating scent hang in the air. For a few moments, it felt like Easter and I hated it. My heart contorted as the world refused to mourn like I did. It wasn't fair. Across town, children were playing. The ranch was giving its Sunday riding lessons. Someone was probably even getting married somewhere. And here I was, standin
Copper RosesThere were very few days I felt beautiful. Seventeen years of TV, movies, magazines, school bullies, and a lack of self-confidence have ingrained the importance of how you look. People can spout all the "true beauty is on the inside" crap, but the fact is, no one voluntarily gets close enough to look inside unless you can grab their attention with the outside first. But as I walked down the muddy path is the humid, sticky, fresh country air with him by my side, I felt pretty good about myself. After all, anybody can look good in a tight bodice that cinches your waist and pushes your breasts up to your chin.
It was fall and time for the Renaissance Festival. The Faire is one of those events were I revel in my dorkishness and go all out. Costumes, accents, I was willing to do it all to spend a day, alone, with David. David and I had been best friends for years. He owned my emotions, whethe
Portal 2 Fic: Aperture Reborn"Here are your pain pills, Mr. Johnson." Caroline's voice was low, full of sorrow and concern. Her mouth was pulled into a taut frown, her stress and weariness evident more and more every day but the wrinkles forming on her formally youthful and optimistic face; it was more than just age that was taking its toll on the woman's body. The pills rattled in their brown plastic bottle as she cocked her wrist at him, noticing he hadn't moved since she wanted in the room.
Cave Johnson looked up suddenly from his slumped position in his chair, as his hearing her voice has awakened him from some haze. "Thank you Caroline..." he breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a wince. His assistant looked down in concern at the paperwork strewn over his desk... a myriad of collection notices, court summons, failed safety inspections, and fine notices. He took the pill bottle from her and emptied two of the cap