#bits-n-pieces

A wave crashed across the bow of the ship and it rolled deeply from side to side. The children screamed in unison -- a desperate, high-pitched wail -- and grabbed anything within reach. Jim looked at the five children huddled in front of him. He only had two life jackets left.

“Can any of you swim?”

He scanned their frightened faces, and two hands went up.

"Go find something that floats.”

As the two swimmers scurried away, he gave the life jackets to the two biggest children and pointed at the little boy who was left.

“You come with me.”

-- Robert James: rjfiction

On days like this, I wish I had wings. I feel them sprout from my shoulders and lift me from the warmth of my cocoon. Strong and sure, they carry me silently into the clouds where I push away the sun with a gentle sigh. I fly onward, into the emptiness of the black void, where the safety of the darkness envelops me again. 

--Robert James: rjfiction.

Whispers materialized in the room around her, a confused chattering that grew steadily louder, until they roared with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. A thud came from the coat closet in the corner, and the door began to shake, rattling its hinges. With a rumble and a shriek, everything stopped, and Maren was left alone with the sound of her breathing. Fire poker securely in her left hand, she crept over and tapped tentatively at the door. It burst open without waiting for her courage.

It was them, all three of them, chained together at the neck. Their half-rotted bodies were twisted and broken, but she could make them out plain as day. Mangy whores. There was Hannah with her blonde curls, Bridget with her heaving bosoms, and Claire, as always, with her thin little legs spread wide for the world.

“It’s all your fault,” Maren exploded, “you ruined everything!” She hit each of them viciously with the fire poker, then planted her heel into what was left of Claire’s face before slamming the door shut.

–Robert James: rjfiction.

Dtagann dorchadas.

Darkness falls.

–Robert James: rjfiction 

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It took me too long to do this. I had to search for this picture. It’s from last year!

Journaling:

When the stores go from all pink and reds to pastels, I get a little giddy in my soul. I have a slight obsession with Easter-related candy. It’s not the colors. It’s not the flavors. It’s all the mixes of JELLY BEANS! I just can’t get enough jelly beans in my life! Throw in some M&M’s, and the…

Ethan, on his birthday, helped with 12 Hours of Ethan, where we took a picture of him every hour and posted it on Instagram. He got to read the comments, and his reactions were so cute! He couldn’t believe how many people were wishing him a happy birthday!

Kit: Fabulous You by Ponytails Template: Bits-n-Pieces by LissyKay http://store.gingerscraps.net/Fabulous-You.html http://store.gingerscraps.ne…

When she suggested moving the conversation to the kitchen, Billy hadn’t argued.  It would get her away from her bag and her guns, neither of which he wanted her anywhere near at the moment, but it also put her in easy reach of the bottle of Jägermeister that lived in the freezer... which wasn’t necessarily a better option, he thought grimly as she retrieved the bottle and a 4-pack of Red Bulls.

“Really, babe?” he asked, glancing at his watch.  “Quarter to eleven and you’re gonna start with the bombs already?”