A lot of beginings and no ends
 

These are just some stories I started but stopped for some reason:

Eva was livid, you could tell by the glint in the teenager's eye that something was not right. Eva had spent her morning obsessing over the phone, waiting for it to ring, to prove to her brother that she actually had a social life.

" Stop kidding your self Eva," Brian said as he ruffled his kid sister's hair," No one is going to call you. You're too..,' Brian stopped to think of the right word, leaving Eva hanging to think the worst," Younique."

Eva sighed, she knew Brian was right, they had conversations like this before but this time Eva wanted nothing to do with it. Deep down she knew the only way she'd fit in was to sell herself as something she was not and the very thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

" Haha very funny Brain."

Eva countered knowing that calling Brian brain really struck a nerve with the video game genius. Secretly Eva wished she could be as smart as her older brother but she'd never let him know. Being a brain was way better than being a screw up any day. Eva watched as Brian contemplated weather or not to hit her or walk away and smiled as he walked out of the room with halfhearted sigh.

Eva returned her attention to both her cellular phone and the old fashioned push dial phone which both lay on the coffee table. " Why won't you call Gerard? " Eva questioned as she lounged on the sofa. Becoming rather worried Eva would flip her Envy open and highlight Gerard's number. To text or not to text, that Is the question. Eva thought as she typed out a quick ' Text Me ASAP.' before snapping her phone and erasing the message.

" It is hopeless Eve ' Brian stated as he walked back into the room with two cans of Mountain Dew ," The Bastard stood you up".

Eva glared at her older brother and snatched a Mountain Dew from his hand ," Coming from the loser who hasn't gotten to second base," Eva teased as she popped the soda can open and gulped down as much as she could.

" I'm just saying sis, that if he's a no show, I'll totally kick his ass for you,"

Eva would try not to spit her soda onto the carpet, " I'd like to see you try!" she laughed as she finished off her drink and placed the can on the table. " Listen, I'm going to go see if I can find Gerard." Eva paused as she saw Brian cock an eyebrow at her , " So I can kick his ass personally," She added hoping to get Brian's approval.Nodding slowly Brian would watch as Eva jumped off the couch and pocketed her phone.

"I'll be back soon," Eva called as she snagged her keys off the kitchen table and headed for the front door. ' I love you loser." Eva would call as she slammed the front door and ran down the front steps. Walking towards her beat up Mustang Eva would glance at her phone once more before she climbed into her 'baby" and sped out of the driveway.

The mustang was old, beat up, and in the words of her best friend " A Total Eye Sore" but Eva loved how fast the car could go. Speed seemed to be the only thing Eva had control over these days and since she could control it she used it as an escape from everyday life. She was always willing to go to the store or to pick up a friend or even willing to pick up long distant relatives during the holidays.

ℳisery was dead to the world.That the teenager knew very well. She didn't need facebook updates from her so called friends to get the hint that their summers were going smoothly with out her.The constant photo updates and smug " Wish you could have joined us" comments defacing Misery's wall were becoming more and more patronizing by the minute. Misery couldn't understand why her friends were being so cruel. It wasn't my idea to come to DarkSprings this summer Misery rationalized as she shut down her dinosaur of a computer It was grandma's. Sighing the teenager would rise from the groaning computer chair and walk slowly towards the room she shared with her sister. Curled up on her comforter, lounged a small black kitten, who purred as Misery strode into the room.

" Hello my precious," Misery cooed as she scooped the tiny animal into her arms and plopped down on her bed.The kitten purred against Misery's chest as she Misery scratched her ears .Misery smiled down at the ball of black fluff before she began to speak again, " I know that they are mad that I couldn't go to WildWood with them," Misery began," But you don't understand that my obligation lies with Emily. After grandpa passed away she has been lonely and for some odd reason this trip seemed important to her."Misery would examine the small kitten in her hand and sigh, of course such a creature would not understand a word the teenager had said, yet Jasmine looked up with a knowing expression.

Today is going to be a good day Taylor thought as she walked down the hallway and into her study. A great day even Such optimism was something that was rarely seen, or even conceived beyond thought but for some reason today seemed to go against the norm. Taking a seat at her desk, Taylor would begin to sort through her emails, looking to see if Alexander had come across any other news about Darien’s arrival. As stressful as the situation was it wasn't the first thing on Taylor's mind. That would be the wedding.

Scanning through the list of scam emails and phony offers Taylor found the email she was looking for. Pursing her lips she would speed read the email, wrote down the address and shut down the laptop. There was no time to waste; it seemed that the message was urgent.

Taylor would stop half way down the hall and contemplate if she had the time to shower, deciding against it she would head down stairs towards the garage. Knowing that Eric was still asleep Taylor would jot down a simple note before she slipped out of the house and into the sunrise.

The coffee shop that Alexander had asked Taylor to meet him at was small, with glass windows and cream walls. The walls were framed with black and white photos and famous quotes were painted in black to fill in the reaming space. Small round tables with plush wooden chairs took up most of the space. The cyber bar was full of users and laptops; otherwise the place was pretty much empty. Taylor never understood why small coffee shops like these attracted Alexander but coffee was always a plus this early in the morning. Taylor would make her way farther into the establishment to find Alexander staring out the window as he waited.

“Hey,” she would call out meekly, before throwing her messenger bag down on the seat next to hers. Meeting Alexander’s steady gaze Taylor would try to smile, “I’m not late...you never specified...” Taylor would stop as she caught another look from Alexander.

“You’re not late, but we have no time. Darien is here. And he’s on his way to DarkSprings as we speak.” Alexander would sigh, he didn’t like being the middle man, but it was a job that needed to be done and he was the only one who stepped up to the plate.

“But the wedding is in two weeks.” Taylor protested as she fished around in her bag for her credit card, she was defiantly going to need some coffee if she was going to survive this conversation.

Alexander slid his cup across the table, “I’m not in the mood for this,” Taylor would pick up the cup and take a sniff.

“Since when do you drink normal coffee?” She questioned as she took a sip from the cup.

“Since this morning,” Alexander made a face and continued, “This is big Taylor, and there will be a lot of trouble if we don’t nip this in the bud right now.”

“What do you want me to do? What can I do?” Taylor asked, clearly as clueless as Alexander.

“I don’t know get married in Vegas? Move to Canada? It’ll never change. Darien will find you no matter where you and Eric run.”

Draining the rest of the coffee from the cup Taylor would sigh ,” I was afraid you were going to say that.”

This is another story that I didn't finish. It was originally for a story writing contest on Gaia but I had to drop it due to school.

“You are my sunshine; my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Mango’s voice silenced my contradictions as I sat cross legged on the nursery floor. It had taken her longer then expected to put Skylar to sleep. Smiling as she placed a sleeping Skylar in his crib Mango turned to face me.
“Are you okay?” The sincerity in her tone stung, she was being so kind and I knew I didn’t deserve it.

“Yea,” I lied, “the baby is kicking,” I smiled faintly and motioned for her to feel. Smiling she sat down next to me on the cool wooden floor and attempted to find where I was telling her to feel. Taking her hand in mine I found the spot were the baby’s tiny feet ‘bomp, bomp bomped’ against my abdomen. She smiled, a genuine smile, and I smiled back.
“Are you hungry?” She asked abruptly.

“Starving,” I stated, stumbling as I stood. Catching me Mango smiled, “Me too.”

Leaving the nursery the two of us walked, well Mango walked and I shuffled, down the hall and into the store. Being the co-owner of the town’s occult book store had its perks such as: living in the building, discounts on merchandise, and access to the main kitchen, which was were we were headed. My brother Angel, the owner of the store allowed me and Mango to live in his home as long as we were well behaved. Since Mango had Sky and I was with child, neither of us was up to our usual selves; let alone up to getting into trouble.

Once inside the store we stopped and surveyed the area. Floor to ceiling bookshelves held numerous books on the craft: the history, herbal magick, protection magick; you name it we sold it. A jewelry case in the corner was stocked with pentacles and anthems, as well as the crystals and various protection charms. The store, though worn down with age, was my home. It was packed with knowledge and history that I hungered for. A wide variety of books including some very ancient Book of Shadows lay within these four walls, and all I had to do was go out there and grab it.

As Mango walked into the kitchen I surveyed the shelves of books, skimmed through titles until I found the one I was looking for. The title was printed in an ancient alphabet as a precaution. Many witches translated their entire B.O.S into alphabets similar to the one I held in my hand to disguise their books and protect them in case they were stolen or lost. A person’s B.O.S was similar to a normal diary or journal the only difference was that a witch’s B.O.S was used to hold all the knowledge they knew, all the spells they have written and preformed. The normal tradition was that every initiated witch was to write in their very own B.O.S so when they got older and had children they could pass down the knowledge.

I remember reading somewhere that some covens required their members to contribute to a group B.O.S so that the coven's history could be recorded together. Either way the knowledge these books contained was unimaginable. Years of magick lingered in these pages; magick I wish I knew how to control.

"Tay?" I jumping at the sudden noise I gripped the book tight in my hand

“Y-yes?"

"Chocolate chip cookies okay?" Mango asked appearing besides me.

"Yes that sounds wonderful," I smiled faintly and clutched the leather bound book to my chest.

Mango nodded," Chocolate milk or plain?"

"Chocolate," I replied with out hesitation,” And can the cookies be double chocolate?" I inquired.

“I don't know..." she teased, a slight gleam in her eyes.

"Please?" I couldn't not believe I begged.

"Sure." Mango smiled and tugged at my hand "You're helping me though."

I sighed as Mango dragged me into the master kitchen; it had been a while since I was up to cooking so the pure beauty of the kitchen took me by surprise. The counter and walls were made of red brick that did not seem to age much through out the years. The appliances on the other hand were all stainless steel and high quality. Mango had to beg and grovel for months to be able to get these upgrades to the kitchen. The only thing that sealed the deal was Mango's ability to cook an edible meal.

"What do we need?" I asked, opening the freezer and surrendering myself to the cool air that seeped out.

“Two cups flour, one cup sugar. . . “As she listed off the ingredients a thought hit me. All of those ingredients added up and made something; in the end everything added up, everything but me.




Incomplete; to not be whole, that is what I am; who I was before and after Andrew came into my life. The only time I felt whole was when I was with him; when the bases of happiness meant waking up each day to see him right there next to me. The thought of finding him lying next to me when I awoke each and every morning was nothing but fantasy and desire now that he was gone. My conscious played cruel and unusual jokes, twisted my reality, and left me to question if I made the right choice. It didn’t matter anyway Andrew was never coming back, he promised to never hurt me again, and Andrew, never broke a promise.

If he never broke a promise why did my heart ache so? Every breath I take brings me closer to tears; every tick of the clock makes my fragile heart jump; routinely counting down the minutes and hours till he should have come home from work. My mind, cruel and twisted, denied the fact that he was never coming home again. My heart; though it knew, was not able to process the loss. My mind struggled to piece together what exactly went down so naturally it did the only thing it could; shut down. A defense I wouldn’t normally condone I am stronger then that, but the pain was just too much for me. Maybe I should have listened to Jon and Mango; they knew him longer, but I thought I knew him better then that.


"Oww!" My sudden outburst broke the silence in the kitchen. I glanced at Mango who looked at me with concern.

"Just a cramp," I said through gritted teeth, teetering slightly.

“Just a cramp my a..." I glanced at Mango again wondering why she stopped” Tay?!"

"Yea?" I cringed and stepped back

" I think it's time," she said matter-o-factly.

"How can you tell?" I cried clutching the fridge for support,"Instinct" she retorted, grabbing my hand and steering me to a seat. "Just relax; I am going to get Angel."

Most people say the relationship Andrew and I had went against nature. If I wasn’t into astrology I would have thought nothing of such a trivial fact. What it all came down to was: our personalities clashed. Stubborn and loud the two of us conjured up enough drama to put Sex in The City off air. Even though we argued constantly it was always resolved by the time night fell, and those few rare fights where we were too emotional to speak, dissolved quickly. We couldn’t stand being apart or being angry at each other for that matter. I was all that he had to fall back on; the only constant in his life, and I could never bring myself to hurt him; even when I had clearly won.


From an outsiders perspective our relationship was strictly friendship. There was no in-between, no gray area, just two inseparable friends. To our friends and family it was no shock that something had conspired between us. There was always a spark there, and Mango called me out on it first thing.

"I don't like you spending so much time with him."

"Andrew, his name is Andrew," was my annoyed reply.

"Stop before he hurts you."


At the time I worshiped the ground that Andrew walked on. I didn't see him as the type of guy that would hurt me intentionally. Looking back on it now, I could see her point of view a lot clearer. My family, though I love them dearly, never approved of my involvement with Andrew. My brothers Angel and Jon never agreed on anything but the fact that Andrew was no good.

“You deserve better,” Angel had said “I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“He will be the death of you,” Jon had warned. Though both were sincere in their concern I couldn’t bring myself to believe what they were saying. I thought they were playing with me, all the things they told me were only ploys to steer me away from him. In reality they only brought us closer; which infuriated my family even more.



I don't know how long it took Angel to understand that I was going into labor. It must have been hard for him to imagine his little sister, not yet nineteen ready to experience the most memorable day of her young life. I watched helplessly as Angel fluttered around the kitchen.

"Did her water break yet?" He asked his tone low.

"No, but Angel would you rather be safe and take her to get checked out or would you rather her have the baby here?"

That sure got Angel's attention. Straightening up Angel glanced at me and then at Mango "Should I call him?" The way he said 'him' made me cringe, the baby kicked again and I yelped.

"No...” I said softly, "he doesn't have to know." My plan was to never tell Andrew about the baby. He made his choice and I made mine and I planned on keeping it that way. Angel looked at me as if measuring how well my judgment was and I sighed.

As the two of them made arraignments and argued about who would drive and who we should contact I sat there and contemplated what my options were. Maybe I made a mistake, maybe he should know. I couldn't tell any more, my world seemed to be falling apart right in front of me.

I once proposed that we were soul mates, even if we couldn’t be together we would always have that connection. Reluctantly Andrew came around to my theory and added that we will always be friends; the best of. Andrew never broke a promise, so where was he now? The first few weeks I had tried to call him, to get in touch with him, but he was gone. Angel and Mango tried there best to find him, to let him know about the baby, but they too had no luck.

Another failed contest entry. I could not find the piece in it's entirety but this was the beginning :

I knew I shouldn’t be here, I knew it was wrong. So why was I there, standing outside in the pouring rain like a stray? I knew this place was as much mine as it was Aden's but something didn’t feel right. Standing there wasn’t helping anything or anyone for that matter. I was bound to get a cold if I stood on the front porch, so I made my split second decision, and walked up the three steps that separated me from the love of my life, Aden.

The lingering smell of smoke, filled my nostrils as soon as I walked through the door. Nether of us were avid smokers, a puff every now and then, but never a pack a day. I never really noticed how much damage this place had with stood. Patches of plaster where fists have gone through walls , irrelevant then, now stuck out like a sore thumb. I find it funny, how the simple things in one's home give people the wrong impressions. Take the plastered wall for example. Would you think that Aden was n abusive boyfriend? Or maybe I did something that really upset him, and Aden, with his pure heart, decided to strike the wall instead of me. Would you believe the truth as I know it?

Sighing I mounted the staircase, climbing up two steps at a time. I knew that a few boards where loose, and that would alert Aden that I was here, I couldn't risk that yet. Nothing in the building has changed. The worn interior seemed to be crying out for help. I chuckled because I knew Aden would never fix the cracks or holes that adorned the apartment like battle scars, he said the building had character, and I believed him. Never one for doing work Aden sure did try to clean up the little apartment the best he could but his efforts were in vain. The building was falling apart any way you cut it.

Walking in the dim light of the only working hall light I could just make out the outline of a broken table, propped up against the wall. I smiled as the thought One man's trash is another man's treasure came to mind. I glanced around the rundown joint and sighed. This is my home, no matter what I thought about it this was the only place I was welcome. Closing my eyes I raised my left hand to knock on the wooden door expecting my hand to hit, instead my hand collided with Aden. I opened my eyes in total shock, looked up at his muscular frame and his impish grin.

"What?" I mouthed and before I knew it I was in his stone embrace. Immediately I knew where the smell of smoke came from. It was Aden's apartment.
"New roommate?" I inquired, trying to collect myself again. Aden nodded , "Female?" The look I got in response made me want to take those words, back, the pain on his face was evident.

" Do you want to come in?" That one sentence sent my heart into cardiac arrest, I didn't think this would be so easy. I nodded and Aden ushered me into the apartment. I could hear Aden chuckle as I took in the 'new' apartment. It was no longer the run down mess I knew and loved , it was , well clean!