June 2009
1 post
Dear Readers -
It’s been about two months since we’ve updated. In the past two months, we’ve all been very busy. Our miss Marena K. Niehoff graduated from highschool. I, today, turn fifteen. On the opposite side of this scale - today holds another very important event for this little nugget of fiction. One year ago, today, our miss Marena wrote the very first ever chapter for...
April 2009
13 posts
A Letter To The Readers
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Eight
Delaney:
“Will, I’m sorry.” I whisper, staring at him. But he’s not looking at me, instead he’s staring at the wall, the hardened stare of somebody whose been rejected on his face and his shoulders shaking with what I’m sure are unreleased tears. I reach out to him, my fingers flexing momentarily before I feel Rylee beginning to steer me out of the room. He pauses at the door, his hand still on...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Seven
William:
It takes me a few minutes of my lips being pressed against Delaney’s ear before I’ve calmed her down enough that she stops shaking. Even though I stopped listening to her, I can still feel the hot air leaving her lips as she whispers words I can only assume to be “I’m sorry”, over and over again. My arms hold her tightly, even after she’s done shaking...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Six
Delaney:
With the coming and going of Christmas, brought friends to our new apartment. People passed in and out, some insisting on spending the night in one of our two guest bedrooms, but Will would always hurry them out. The last thing either of us needed was for them to walk in on me, unresponsive and violent, with a razorblade posed at my wrist as Will had so often woken up to in the middle of...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Five
William:
When I was younger, Christmas Eve was the most special day of the year, aside from my birthday and you know, Christmas itself. My sister, Claire, and I would always be up at the crack of dawn, long before our mom would wake up. We would sneak around every closet in our home trying to find exactly where she hid our presents. Delaney, who lived with us a good majority of the time when we...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Four
Delaney:
It’s almost immediately after I get to my new home that I stop sleeping. I’ve always been an insomniac, prying my eyes open long after they deserve to be shut, but anymore I don’t feel tired. I don’t feel the slowing thoughts or the way my body used to get heavy. Instead, I’ll slip out of Will’s arms long after he’s fallen asleep and pad out into our new living room. The first time...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Three
William:
It only took me three hours of being alone in my apartment, with it’s blood scattered walls and broken glass dug into the carpet, to decide that it was no longer my home. It only took me two hours after that to pack up everything I absolutely needed after that. And it only took me one day to find a new apartment once I decided I was done there. My new apartment looks remarkably like my...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter Two
Delaney:
I met Grant the same year that I met Kate. They were so utterly different entities to me, but they were the same in the fact that they became the two most important people in my life. They ranked above my brother, my parents, my friends, and most importantly, above him. Grant, for a brief, amazing period of time, was my boyfriend. He had a smile that lit up his whole face and short,...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Prologue?
Delaney:
It’s never happened quite like this before. It’s not the same, aching reality, so sharp and so clear. But then, it’s never been as bad as this. The frantic need for the adrenaline to make the pain stop. Today, this time, it’s more like an out of body experience. Something that’s not really happening to me but like a movie playing out on a screen in front of my face. It’s like watching...
Eternity Will Never Be Enough - Chapter One
William:
I’ve lived in this apartment for exactly two years, eight months, and two days, but a good majority of that time I haven’t lived here. I’m on the road a lot, a part of my job that is both incredible and heartbreaking. So, because I’m so rarely actually here, this apartment is hardly a home. When I was nineteen and moved in here, I for some reason allowed my mother to decorate my...
