part 2
The sky above me grumbles and in an instant its begins to rain like there is no tomorrow. I just shake my head, of all the days here in Los Angeles I get buried on one of the few with rain. Get buried .. how strange that sounds. I mean I ´m alive after all, well okay my body is but not my soul, not my personality. That all died when we throw the car over the cliff.
I watch as I see my little sister walking slowly towards to what must be my grave. I cringe as I make out that her face is still red from tears. I so wish I could go to her and make it alright again. But there is no chance, me, Kayla, her sister is gone. And she’ll never come back.
Most of the people are running towards their cars now to escape the rain, but I remain where I am. Like I would care if I get wet. I mean it wouldn’t matter when I would get ill and die, this time for real. All of me which was worth living is dead now anyway.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and I don’t need to turn around to see who it is. I know. I don’t even try to speculate how he did know where I am.
I got a copy of what "Why A Crip Got Ink" will look like in the magazine. Tep, I'm also going to investigate getting printed by a paying market, too.
The editor told me she loved it.
I got a copy of what "Why A Crip Got Ink" will look like in the magazine. Tep, I'm also going to investigate getting printed by a paying market, too. The editor told me she loved it.
Eeeeeeeeeee!!!!! When will it be out? And which magazine, again?
And, really, it definitely should be read by as wide an audience as possible. It's just beautiful.
I got a copy of what "Why A Crip Got Ink" will look like in the magazine. Tep, I'm also going to investigate getting printed by a paying market, too. The editor told me she loved it.
WOO HOO!!! This article should be read by everyone.
t not really here
Mouth. In about 2 months(They're a bimonthly, but there literally are only a few people working there so sometimes it's late.)
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Ooh, and the best part, my ex? Totally reads that magazine...he introduced me to it. So while he's sitting there being all domestic, he can think I beatmy self-esteem problem with my leather pants.
ETA: And I know Hec doesn't come in here, but I think "Freakonia" is his word and I'm doing my best to disseminate it. And thanks to everybody who offered comments and stuff in the early stages.
ERIKA!
There's not enough WOOT! in the world. So damned proud of my internet wife!
Congratulations, erika! Go you!
Erika! Congratulations!
Will come back to the key-paragraph drabble.
Congrats, erika! That's way cool.
