Uh, not sure you ladies are gonna talk to me after today *face palm!*
I’ve gone and done it again! Just can’t seem to help myself…it’s a BAD habit that I have no control over, I swear!
So, I was searchin’ for an author I hadn’t checked up on in a while ’cause I was waitin’ on her 2 WIPs to complete. All her stories were gone! There was nothin’ left but her Favorites list. Don’t ask what compelled me to scroll through it but I got snagged good and proper by…
Youth, Ceasar, and the Neverending Needles by Ahemyywe150
As you can see, it a WIP at 9 chapters and it hasn’t updated in FIVE FUCKIN’ YEARS!!!
But what was I supposed to do when she wrote…
I sighed and emptied my pockets. Wads of paper, candy wrappers, a rusty ring I found on the street, a piece of the newspaper, and crumbs came out. I raised my hands up and turned them to show I wasn’t hiding anything in my fingers.
She looked tired today. As if she just wanted to give up and let me go fuck up my life by myself. We’d only known each other for two months, and already she was acting like all the other women in my life: fed up. That’s what I get for spending time with one for too long, I guess.
She was about to nod and send me out of her room again, but I reached into my back pocket. She froze, her soft brown eyes looking into mine.
I pulled out the tiny, palm-sized, pink, ratty stuffed bear. I placed it in her hands instead of tossing it on the floor with all my other junk. She looked up at me again. I reached into my back pocket again and pulled out a needle, placing it gently next to the stuffed bear.
My eyes felt tenser and drier. I felt like tearing something up, but I took a steady breath in and ripped my eyes away from the bear.
“Edward-” she whispered.
But I had already gathered my crap off the floor and bolted out the door, wiping away the invisible tears I knew were about to fall.
Would YOU be able to resist readin’ every word you could get your hands on and beg for more???
If it wasn’t for the fact that she actually has a completed fic on her profile, I wouldn’t have told you about her…maybe!
Maria by Ahemyywe150
Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 24 – Words: 100,004 – Reviews: 3,002 – Favs: 2,539 – Follows: 1,337 – Updated: May 2, 2009 – Published: Jun 23, 2008 – Status: Complete – id: 4342324
I crossed my arms and avoided the looks of the people around me. Then, as if to relieve me of my torture, the ballet studio door was opened by a chipper looking woman who I assumed to be the teacher. The girls paraded out, full of arrogance, and I felt like I should have had one of those signs the chauffeurs at airports had with the person’s name on it. I peered around, hoping to catch one of the little girls’ eyes.
Then I felt a small hand tug on mine. I looked down to find a girl looking at me with big, innocent, blue eyes. She had curly blond hair that hung from a tight ponytail. She was still wearing her pink leotard but had pulled jeans over her legs and a black sweater, unzipped, over her shoulders. Get this: the jeans had holes in them. I no longer felt that left out. I almost smiled with relief. Almost.
“You’re Bella Swan, right?” she said with a cautious face.
“Yes I am,” I said. An adorable grin grew on her face. Then something hit me.
“Uh,” I said, “How did you know it was me? How did you know I’m not a kidnapper or something?”
“Well, my dad showed me a picture of you last night, so I would know what you looked like. And you looked too angry to be a kidnapper,” she said with a shrug.
She laughed at my confused face and then explained, “A kidnapper would try to not look angry, you know? To try to blend in. But you looked positively furious.”
I raised my eyebrows, but felt myself smiling despite myself. Something about this girl’s happiness was infectious.
We began walking to her house which was thankfully only a few blocks away.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “About the death glares, I mean. I have some bad memories with uh…being a nanny.”
“It’s okay,” the girl laughed, “I have some bad memories with nannies.”
I felt myself smiling at the mysterious look on the girl’s face.
“I’m assuming someone already told you my name, but I feel that we should be properly introduced,” the girl continued,
“I’m Maria Cullen.”
“I’m Bella Swan,” I said, sticking out my hand to shake hers. She giggled as she shook my hand.
And I guess that’s where you could say my life was put in a blender to be chopped up. The moment I met Maria.
I haven’t read it yet, but I WILL!
Am I the only one who’s a sucker for a good WIP that looks like it’s dead in the water?
Happy Friday, y’all!