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So I posted this one last week: http://i53.tinypic.com/jzgry9.jpg ...

Chapter 1 will post tomorrow, 11/10 (as long as I don't chicken out)....

My hand twitches in a comfortable, practiced motion. Suddenly I’m desperate for a pen or a pencil. Her expression, so grave and desolate, is somehow beautiful to me, and I wish I had anything that would enable me to detail her pain on paper. It makes me wish I’d thought to bring my sketchbook.

To her right, a large boy clutches an umbrella over their heads. On her left, a sour faced girl holds the sad woman’s arm. Her face is fierce and determined, as if she’s trying to keep the broken woman from falling.

I can’t help but wonder who she was to him – who they were to him.

Even more, I can’t help but wonder who I was to him.

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Pic Tease: I Never Knew, Chapter 1

Getting closer! I'm nearing Chapter ten (which has been my goal for posting) and I'm shooting to have Chapter one out to you guys within the next couple weeks. Cross your fingers (toes, eyes, etc) that I'll be able to do it!

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I Just Needed You, Chapter 9 Teaser

My hands were shaking so badly that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to play. All of my preparations, everything I'd been working for... it all led to this. This one night would tell me if what I hoped for would come. Rolling my neck, I wiggled my arms and tried to release the tension in my body before I emerged. A female voice came overhead, floating through the auditorium as she announced my name. The sounds in the auditorium grew to a slightly louder buzz, applause sounding and chatter picking up.

My feet carried me closer to the curtain. I stopped, smiling at Professor Banner as he held out his hand to shake. He clapped me on the shoulder, wishing me good luck.

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Picture Prompts

I completely forgot to post these! Thanks for the reminder. :)

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I Just Needed You, Chapter 8 Teaser

He made it seem so easy. He made it seem like he could give his body with no strings, no connection and that was just... it. I had never been the kind of person who could, or would, do that.

He was the exception. He brought down my walls and made me want to give him whatever I could.

After a few days, I began to realize that no matter how much I gave him—or anyone—if I wasn't happy, what was the point?

Once I realized that there wasn't one, I began to see all of the ways I'd been trying to turn myself into something I wasn't for the sake of pleasing others.

Not just with him, but with my mother as well.

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I Just Needed You, Chapter 7 Teaser

For the next week, I hid.  Like a pussy.  I buried myself in books and school and nothing else.  I ignored everything—my phone, my classes, even food—in order to avoid facing what I’d done.  

I should have never allowed it to happen—to get that far.

When she touched me though, it was with a reverence I’d never felt before.  From anyone.  It made parts in my body tingle that I didn’t even know existed.  She smelled like coconut and rain, and the scent and the feeling combined together made me stupid.  Stupid enough to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

Because no matter what I did now, my chances were probably ruined.  Nice girls like her didn't give assholes like me second chances.    

I kept expecting Jasper to come pounding on my door, to follow through on his promise to beat my face in if I hurt her again.

He never showed up.

Neither did she.

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I Just Needed You, Chapter 6 Teaser

Every lesson, it became easier and easier to talk to him, until we were able to converse without screaming at each other. We still irritated each other, naturally, but I didn’t mind that so much. He was really fun when he got all pissy.

The last few weeks, when our lessons had finished, we’d lingered and talked. Our game had far surpassed the twenty question limit, but I was still eager to learn more. And, it seemed, so was he.

The more time we spent here, the more I found myself attracted to him. I loved the way he played with the ring in his lip when he was agitated, and how his fingers played background melodies of their own volition when he talked. It seemed to be such a natural, intrinsic part of him, and it made me smile often. I’d even started to find it adorable when he got really worked up about something, how his hands would move while he explained and his eyes would grow bigger with each word.

Arriving at the door, I pulled it open and looked up at the stage.  He stopped playing and turned on the bench to watch me.  

“I'm still shocked every time you come back,” he called out to me as I walked in.

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