<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116</id><updated>2012-02-13T15:45:49.598-05:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='fandom gives back'/><category term='Room 15'/><category term='juliebee'/><category term='Picture Teaser'/><category term='Coming On Easy'/><category term='teasers'/><category term='fandom4saa'/><category term='naughty heels'/><category term='MIFFY'/><category term='The Resolution'/><category term='Meant to Be'/><category term='Little CPW'/><category term='twi girls next door'/><category term='A Beautiful Mess'/><category term='American Boy'/><category term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><category term='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><category term='#readalong'/><category term='CPW'/><category term='awards'/><category term='design'/><category term='Sundrenched World'/><category term='Recommendation'/><category term='Lack of Color'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>coldplaywhore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4058103974747516101</id><published>2012-02-13T15:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:45:49.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 22 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Considering all the fuckery in my life these days, I'm shocked I will be able to post this week. Regardless, this chapter is going to the pre-readers today, so I thought you all deserved a nice teaser. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, just been a rough week and I’m not sleeping all that well,” he admitted. He sounded downright depressed, so I did the only thing I could think of. I just wanted to make him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bella, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not? You need to eat, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I do,” he replied with a small laugh before he grew silent. “Listen, I’m sorta swamped here at work. Can I think about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… I guess so.” I was growing frustrated by his reluctance, but I was also trying to have patience. If I was being honest, I just wanted to go back to my life five years ago. I wanted everything back, like yesterday, so it was hard to take it when he pushed me off like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you been keeping your phone off?” he questioned, his voice tight with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“With the exception of this call and a few to Kate, yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good… keep it up. Apparently Peter has been calling my mom quiet often since he believes, and rightfully so, that Emmett got your stuff from the hotel. She promised not to give Peter any details on Emmett or I, but I have a feeling he’s going to get more devious soon.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, my FIL past away on Friday, so life is a bit hectic. Until I can post again, why don't you go read this interesting story I found courtesy of the Fictionators today: Into the Woods by Oprah Winfrey. No... not the Oprah, just a catchy penname. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7490217/1/In_the_Woods"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7490217/1/In_the_Woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4058103974747516101?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4058103974747516101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/02/lack-of-color-chapter-22-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4058103974747516101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4058103974747516101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/02/lack-of-color-chapter-22-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 22 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8217383183460155528</id><published>2012-01-30T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:41:02.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 21 Teaser</title><content type='html'>I watched Bella intently as we ate in silence and I tried to weigh all my options regarding her previous question. At the heart of it, it was a simple choice: either I wanted to be with Bella again or I didn’t. I took a sip of my drink and looked at her from the corner of my eye, watching as she licked some peanut butter from her bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been through a lot of shit in the past few years, but the crux of it all was that I couldn’t help but think that she was still the same girl I was madly in love with for a few short months. She seared herself into my heart on the very first day I met her, and if I am being honest with myself, I’ve never truly let go of her. I tried, oh how I had tried to move on, but I had never truly let myself be with anyone else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella was it for me, I knew that, but I also couldn’t help that niggling voice in the back of my head reminding me how completely she had broken me. Between the loss of our baby, her father and her appalling behavior with Peter, I wasn’t sure I could move past everything. I didn’t know how.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you alright?” Bella asked, as she finished her toast and put her crumb-filled plate on the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You seem tense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah... just thinking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything really." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** I promise this is with pre-readers and I am hoping to get it posted soon. However, RL has shit all over me lately (my kid is pretty sick and I have a trade-show this week for work.) The next chapter may take a little bit before I post**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8217383183460155528?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8217383183460155528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-color-chapter-21-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8217383183460155528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8217383183460155528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-color-chapter-21-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 21 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5901330524453158188</id><published>2012-01-02T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:28:26.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 18 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'd like to say I'm turning over a new leaf and really want to post teasers more often, either here or on the Fictionators, but I'm slack. Let's face it. I'll post when I remember, but I will try and keep the chapters coming as often as possible. Like this next one... it should post by Friday:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}@font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}@font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}@font-face {font-family:"MS Minngs"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-alt:"MS Mincho"; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Minngs"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";}span.body1 {mso-style-name:body1; mso-style-unhide:no; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana; mso-ascii-font-family:Verdana; mso-hansi-font-family:Verdana;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}@page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Regardlessof the fallout currently happening with Edward and me, I would have kept him orher and raised them. I would have loved that child more than anything in theworld. My hand wrapped around my stomach, as I was apt to do these days, andstared outside at the snow that was falling softly in the early night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;My motherwas hovering close by in the kitchen, drinking a tea while talking to herhusband about arrangements for Charlie’s funeral, which was going to be held intwo days. The hospital had called her when I was unconscious because she waslisted as my emergency contact, following my dad of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;I hadn’tbeen pleased when I saw her walk into my hospital room two days after my fatherhad passed. She barked out orders to the nurses and insisted on seeing mydoctor immediately, before she even came close to me to offer any sort ofconsolation. In fact, she skipped completely over the fact that I had beenpregnant and acted like I was just sick or depressed because of my father’spassing. Even as I glanced into the kitchen and saw her smiling as she spoke toMarcus, I loathed her for acting like coming to Forks was a pain in the ass forher and my pregnancy was a blemish to her perfect little life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Isabella,would you like any dinner?” Renee called out from the kitchen as I heard hergoing through the cupboards. “There’s not much here, but I could probably gettogether some soup, or we could call out to that little Chinese place in townyou always liked.” Renee finished by coming into the room and stroking my hairsoftly, which caused me to cringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Theyclosed down China Star two months after you left Dad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“Oh… wellthat was a shame. I always enjoyed their food,” she said simply. “I can alwaysrun down to the grocery store I suppose. It’s still open this late, right?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;“I’m nothungry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5901330524453158188?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5901330524453158188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-color-chapter-18-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5901330524453158188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5901330524453158188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-color-chapter-18-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 18 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4971877490599072701</id><published>2011-12-09T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:07:04.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 15 Teaser</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been slack at updating, but RL is busy, so sue me :) Enjoy the teaser instead. The next two chapters are with the beta and I'm working on 17 as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What in the fuck has he done to you?” I shouted, as my blood pressure rose and I was practically shaking with fury. I wanted to hunt my cousin down and beat the shit out of him, but I had something more important to deal with. I bent down, crouching close to Bella’s side and tried to console her as best as I could, but she was crying uncontrollably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s… there’s…” she mumbled incoherently as the elevator reached the top level and I hoisted her up into my arms, bracing her tightly to me, as we stepped off into the loft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a lot had changed since the last time I had been there. The same furniture remained, but Emmett had covered everything with drop cloths. All of my art supplies, easels and canvases had either been ruined or put away, so the place looked pathetic; desolate and empty. It was hard to recall the life and love that had encompassed the apartment a few years earlier, but it was like a distant ghost in the room. Each corner held a memory of our time together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m going to put you down for a second. I need to strip the dust covers off the furniture,” I explained as I set Bella down and like I expected, she crumbled beneath her weight. I still had my arm under her, so she didn’t fall down too hard against the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once Bella was somewhat settled on the floor, her sobs subsided slightly, I quickly made my way around the room and stripped the covers off the furniture. They looked in decent shape, time clearly hadn’t affected them at all, but it was almost too much for me to deal with. It had been so long since I had been in the loft and around my former home that I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4971877490599072701?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4971877490599072701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/12/lack-of-color-chapter-15-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4971877490599072701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4971877490599072701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/12/lack-of-color-chapter-15-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 15 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-7856635665380773987</id><published>2011-11-16T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:42:44.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom gives back'/><title type='text'>Fandom Gives Back: BD1</title><content type='html'>It's the most wonderful time of the year.... **skips happily thinking about seeing Breaking Dawn tomorrow night**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this blog post is written to remind you to donate to the &lt;a href="http://www.alexslemonade.org/mypage/19842"&gt;Fandom Gives Back Alex's Lemonade Stand&lt;/a&gt; in order to receive a compilation chock filled with stories, outtakes and original fiction by over 80 authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this year the promotion of FGB has kinda fell by the wayside, so if you can take two minutes and tweet, FB and blog about FGB, I'm sure it would be much appreciated. They have a small goal, just $15k, which is tiny compared to the over $200k they have raised in the past auctions. Support the fandom and Alex's Lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have my entry ready to go, the first chapter of a new story that I plan to start posting in the new year. It made my beta excited, so I hope you like it too. Here's a little teaser for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his English accent clear as day, as my heart skipped abeat.“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sure, I guess,” I replied like the fool I felt I was. I literally held my breath as he satdown beside me and I only exhaled when I saw him. He was so very handsome, italmost took my breath away. With his dark green eyes, unruly hair and definedfeatures, I daresay he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’m Bella.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I know,” he replied cryptically. “We have Global Communications together.”I’m taken aback at how I could have missed him in a class with me but then Iremembered how the class has over 100 students and is held in a huge lecture hall.It’s easy to understand how we could have missed each other. Except he didn’t missme, did he?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Are you a third year too?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No, but when I transferred I needed a few extra courses to be able to graduate inthe spring. I’m technically in my fourth year.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Oh.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’m Edward Masen,” he declared firmly and I smile as his accent rolls the ‘r’ in hisname, which caused him to blush. He’s adorable, even though he’s a little stiff, buthe’s British, so I wouldn’t hold that against him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“So Edward Masen, why are you sitting out here on the porch with me while thereis a wild party going on inside?” I asked, curious as to why I have a visitor all of asudden. Not that I was complaining. He was definitely better than Alice gushing overthe new guy or Emmett pressuring me to enjoy myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“College parties aren’t really my scene, I suppose.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You’re a boy of college age, who attends the UDub, but parties aren’t your scene?Are you feeling aright?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Never better."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-7856635665380773987?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/7856635665380773987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/11/fandom-gives-back-bd1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7856635665380773987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7856635665380773987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/11/fandom-gives-back-bd1.html' title='Fandom Gives Back: BD1'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5839498739102135374</id><published>2011-10-10T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:06:36.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of Color'/><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 8 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face	{font-family:Cambria;	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"MS Minngs";	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;	mso-font-alt:"MS Mincho";	mso-font-charset:128;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:fixed;	mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:Cambria;	mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Minngs";	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	font-family:Cambria;	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}@page WordSection1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1	{page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKizvVoYtkY/TpOkb1O2QXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/trZhP0LS7c0/s1600/robpatz" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKizvVoYtkY/TpOkb1O2QXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/trZhP0LS7c0/s400/robpatz" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have something planned for us today,” he stated as Iwatched him shove some food into his freezer without care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Is it another painting? Do you need me to get undressed?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“As much as I might regret this, no…your clothes should stayon.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked with a laugh as I watchedEdward put away some bottles of paint and other supplies, before he cametowards me, a grin covering his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I know…I’ve been kicking myself for making this decisiontoo.” Edward held up his hands and made the motion like he was weighingsomething before stating, “Nude Bella or Date with Bella”, over and over again.It appeared that ‘Date with Bella’ was the clear winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, we’re going on a date, huh?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That is the next logical step, right?” Edward asked,clearly unsure of himself. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what the next step inour switch from friendship to more should be either. I’d never gone from beinga nude model to…whatever it was Edward and I were doing. However, I guess adate was as good of a start as anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It’s perfect,” I replied with a soft kiss to his cheek asEdward grabbed my hand in his and then pulled me up from the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Good…now I hope those are comfortable shoes, cause we willbe walking a bit.” I glanced down at my footwear and determined that I would befine as Edward led us from his apartment and back down to his car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;** Hoping to post on Wednesday :) ** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5839498739102135374?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5839498739102135374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/10/lack-of-color-chapter-8-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5839498739102135374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5839498739102135374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/10/lack-of-color-chapter-8-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 8 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKizvVoYtkY/TpOkb1O2QXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/trZhP0LS7c0/s72-c/robpatz' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4073837581033153704</id><published>2011-09-14T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:24:15.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of Color'/><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 4 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6xIiOS3as8/TnEbeZxkJWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PtaS_Lz96QQ/s1600/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6xIiOS3as8/TnEbeZxkJWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PtaS_Lz96QQ/s320/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652329216455484770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little BPOV from the past shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my bag over my shoulder and an unsettled stomach, I pressed the button for&lt;br /&gt;his loft and waited anxiously. Within seconds the thick steel door flew open and&lt;br /&gt;there stood Edward, paint splattered and completely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are on time,” he breathed out slowly, clearly trying to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always like to be prompt,” I replied, my stomach tumbling again as I followed him&lt;br /&gt;through the door and we took the service elevator up to his space. He leaned against&lt;br /&gt;the steel grate surrounding us and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes surveying me. I&lt;br /&gt;felt uncomfortable. “Is everything alright?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just fine,” Edward said as he roughly pushed the old elevator door open and then&lt;br /&gt;we stepped into his loft. “I hope I didn’t make you feel odd. I was just trying to&lt;br /&gt;decide how best to pose you for today’s session and was trying to survey you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, we are jumping right into it, huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well...yeah. Is that okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course. That’s why I’m here, after all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my bag down on the couch and then I tensed. What the hell was I supposed&lt;br /&gt;to do next? I didn’t want to stop and strip right where I stood because that hadn’t&lt;br /&gt;exactly gone over well the last time I was here, but when I looked at Edward, he was&lt;br /&gt;just leaning against his kitchen island with a grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve set up a changing area behind the screen over there for you,” he explained as he&lt;br /&gt;pointed to a lovely Japanese style tri-fold screen on the far side of the room. “There’s&lt;br /&gt;also a robe for you. Get undressed and put on the robe, then come back to me. I’m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to get everything ready to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded slowly and followed his instructions to the tee. I needed the money and&lt;br /&gt;this would probably be the easiest money I would earn in a very long time. After all,&lt;br /&gt;it’s not like it took a great deal of effort to sit still, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to undress, I noticed a small chair with a silken robe sitting on top of&lt;br /&gt;it. Edward had done his work to try and make me feel comfortable, but once I was&lt;br /&gt;nude and reached for the robe, I noticed it was indecently short. I mean, one bend at&lt;br /&gt;the waist and he would see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for Christ’s sake Bella, he’s painting you in the nude. He’s gonna see everything&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4073837581033153704?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4073837581033153704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/09/lack-of-color-chapter-4-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4073837581033153704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4073837581033153704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/09/lack-of-color-chapter-4-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 4 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6xIiOS3as8/TnEbeZxkJWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PtaS_Lz96QQ/s72-c/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6441214890294927302</id><published>2011-09-09T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:30:16.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of Color'/><title type='text'>Lack of Color Chapter 3 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gyss28evJE/TmoUvX6P71I/AAAAAAAAAX0/39KKWSbbwiw/s1600/LoC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gyss28evJE/TmoUvX6P71I/AAAAAAAAAX0/39KKWSbbwiw/s320/LoC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650351486594445138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children, Peter was literally the bane of my existence. Thankfully, we didn’t spend too much time together but when we did I was always eager to get it over with as soon as possible, and Emmett agreed with me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For as long as I could remember, Peter was always the most competitive and conceited &lt;br /&gt;person I had ever met. If we were playing a board game, he would always make up rules so that he would win or if we were watching TV, we would always have to watch what he wanted to watch. My mother was always telling us to behave because he was usually our guest and we had to bend to Peter’s way. It sucked, because Peter was always smug as fuck whenever Emmett and I had to give up whatever it was that we wanted. Even now, Peter looked over confident and I wanted to punch him, though I had never thrown a punch in my life.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you give me your details and I can email you our information and what we are looking for, our price range etc… and we can go from there?”&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Wonderful idea, Peter,” my mother gushed, as our appetizers and salads were served and I noticed Bella take a long sip from her wine. Her silence was seriously disconcerting to  me. “So, Bella… what is it that you do?”&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Bella used to be a legal assistant at my firm,” Peter chimed in as my mother’s eyes flitted between Bella and Peter, her concern mirroring my own.  A legal assistant? What the fuck happened to her poetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There ya go, a little teaser from the next chapter I hope to post this weekend. For those wondering, Sea Change, a story I had teased earlier on the blog, is in fact this story with a new name. I was undecided. The banner was made by the lovely &amp; talented Heather Dawn. She rocks!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6441214890294927302?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6441214890294927302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/09/lack-of-color-chapter-3-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6441214890294927302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6441214890294927302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/09/lack-of-color-chapter-3-teaser.html' title='Lack of Color Chapter 3 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gyss28evJE/TmoUvX6P71I/AAAAAAAAAX0/39KKWSbbwiw/s72-c/LoC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8555502619287901363</id><published>2011-08-16T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:32:04.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 27 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Only 2 chapters left after this one. Enjoy the teaser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was overwhelming how quickly the next few weeks passed by. I worked in the morning at my father’s firm, getting together documents and client information for the sale. In the afternoon’s, I hightailed it to Port Angeles to help the girls work on the store that we had officially leased. I would keep track of all of the receipts for everything that Rosalie or Bella had bought, and we even had a small desk and laptop set up in the back to do our accounting on. The girls were remarkably organized and Rosalie’s attitude only came out once in a while if there was something that was running late or someone was giving her the run around. It was great to see how fast things were coming together. The girls were confident that we could manage an October opening date and I was beginning to see the light; things would be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we would finish in the store for the day, Bella and I would climb the stairs to the apartment and we would work on painting the apartment and getting it all ready to move in. We had negotiated a deal with the owner to get two months free if we painted the space and did small renovations ourselves. On the weekends, we slowly began to move our things in and sure enough, it was beginning to look like a real home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall was that our bed was in Forks and when we finally got home each night, it was usually to find Rose and Emmett doing something extremely nasty somewhere in the house, like the laundry room or kitchen counter. I won’t even mention what we found a week earlier under the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8555502619287901363?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8555502619287901363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/08/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-27-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8555502619287901363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8555502619287901363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/08/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-27-teaser.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 27 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4568306281603925530</id><published>2011-08-04T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:10:33.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming On Easy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Teaser'/><title type='text'>Pic Tease for Chapter 7 of Coming On Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oodMZsaevek/Tjs04Mh49aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/m9kZgnkC5IU/s1600/photo%25281%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oodMZsaevek/Tjs04Mh49aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/m9kZgnkC5IU/s320/photo%25281%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637157498624996770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4568306281603925530?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4568306281603925530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/08/pic-tease-for-chapter-7-of-coming-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4568306281603925530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4568306281603925530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/08/pic-tease-for-chapter-7-of-coming-on.html' title='Pic Tease for Chapter 7 of Coming On Easy'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oodMZsaevek/Tjs04Mh49aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/m9kZgnkC5IU/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8505251566573710514</id><published>2011-07-28T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:51:53.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>New Story Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, there's a new story coming, which is tentatively titled Sea Change. In fact, there's two. I'm that insane. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The guys always left big tips, with their phone numbers of course, but I never did anything with any of them. If it wasn’t for those tips I would have been homeless weeks ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Bella, how bad is it this time?” Kate knew my history better than anyone. We were sort of kindred spirits. Her parents had divorced when she was younger and her dad was now on his fourth wife, while her mother was barely managing through life. It was just a reversal of roles and it had happened more recently for me. Sure, divorce was a lot more commonplace these days, but it didn’t make it any better. “Call your mom, you know she will send you some money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just don’t want to deal with her. I can’t listen to her berate me for losing my job and then begin insisting I move to Chicago with her. Do you know how hard it is to listen to her be all excited and shit about her life, when she threw away the life she had with my dad. It was like they were never happy, and just tolerated each other until I moved out, ya know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I get it, hon,” Kate said supportively as we both reached in the tub for some ice cream and it grew silent between us. Suddenly, Kate grabbed the campus newspaper off the table and tossed it at me. “There’s always the job listings in there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one needs tutoring in poetry, Kate,” I replied as I pushed the paper away and she proceeded to grab at it again and flip to the classifieds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, well you can’t be a tutor and I know you don’t want to work in the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;so your options are limited,” Kate said before she took another spoonful of ice cream and then began flailing about, pointing at the paper. “Here’s a good one. ‘Art Student requires nude model for up to five weeks for class assignment. $25 an hour, paid weekly. Contact E Cullen at 206-789-2354.’ Bella, you should totally call this guy.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8505251566573710514?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8505251566573710514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-story-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8505251566573710514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8505251566573710514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-story-teaser.html' title='New Story Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1155231835805343611</id><published>2011-07-23T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:24:21.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 24 Teaser</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been slack on posting teasers, but hopefully that will change now :) Enjoy! This should update next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the hell was Bella thinking just blurting our news out like that? What happened to us facing one issue at a time? I thought we were going to be here doing our little intervention for Charlie, but now I was really concerned about whether or not we would be able to have kids since the Chief looked like he was ready to yank my junk from me and shove it down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Bella in confusion as Charlie suddenly began to stand and Renee gripped his shoulder, trying to make him sit down.  Okay, I was definitely worried for my well being now. I had seen all those bad movies where the guy was chased by the threatening father and you couldn’t get any more scary that the Chief. He had a gun and he was clearly unstable. As far as I was concerned, my chances at living were about 50/50 at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t make even more of a scene, Charlie,” she urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What in the fuck are you doing with your life, Bella?” Charlie shouted at her as I noticed a manager and our waitress whispering in the back. Shit, we were causing a huge scene and this was not going to go well. I wondered if I could get some mozzarella sticks to go? They were always really good here at the Lodge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1155231835805343611?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1155231835805343611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-24-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1155231835805343611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1155231835805343611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-24-teaser.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 24 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8681849281879007534</id><published>2011-07-22T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:53:36.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming On Easy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Coming On Easy Chapter 5 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mGGmGrbp5M/TimOywp6SMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fWShSdgqiC4/s1600/hhfogsm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mGGmGrbp5M/TimOywp6SMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fWShSdgqiC4/s320/hhfogsm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632189811708807362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, so are we all ready to go?" Charlotte called out from the living room on Saturday night as I finished pulling on my sneakers and then headed downstairs. Bella was about to do the same, so we both looked around and took a moment to lock lips before we started the night which we were sure would be torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, spending all night together outside in the dark and being unable to touch was torture to me and with the recent increase in activity, and sexual frustration, between Bella and I, I knew she would feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled apart, I let Bella go first and I took a nice long look at her ass in her capri's and couldn't help but notice just the outline of her thong beneath it. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to go rub one out, so I was stuck. At least I was until Kate appeared at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly I wasn't so hard anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you two hurry it up? I want to get this evening over as quickly as possible." Kate stormed away and Bella looked over her shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few hours and we will be back here and alone," I whispered to her as she nodded her head and we made our way into the living room where Charlotte was standing in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt with a picture of Slimer from Ghost Busters on it. I looked at Bella and gave her a 'What the fuck?' kind of glare, but she just smiled sweetly at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**We should be posting on Saturday &amp; Sunday this week**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8681849281879007534?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8681849281879007534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-on-easy-chapter-5-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8681849281879007534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8681849281879007534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-on-easy-chapter-5-teaser.html' title='Coming On Easy Chapter 5 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mGGmGrbp5M/TimOywp6SMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fWShSdgqiC4/s72-c/hhfogsm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8954507561819478011</id><published>2011-07-14T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:25:15.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming On Easy Chapter 4 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEqxo-CoVgE/Th-k_c6Nr_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZmAWRU57iko/s1600/600full-kristen-stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEqxo-CoVgE/Th-k_c6Nr_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZmAWRU57iko/s320/600full-kristen-stewart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629399469235482610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just so you know, this chapter will post on Saturday, with a short outtake on Sunday morning. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was dark because I kept the curtains drawn and it was freezing cold just the way I liked it because of the overhead fans. It felt incredible on my sun-kissed skin and I couldn't wait to get under my sheets and take a quick nap. Between the sun and the constant running around we had been doing, I was really looking forward to a nice quiet late afternoon of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started to think about my art a little bit, wanting to take a little break after having such a rough semester that was filled with dozens of assignments and challenging exhibits. I really I wanted some time to jot some ideas and images down in my notebook to explore later, but Kate had insisted on a united front and, while I was hardly stressed, my time was scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the few minutes I had scored alone with Edward the other night had come at a price. A soaking wet, ice-filled, kiss blocking price. I put my hands up to my lips as if I was trying to guess what Edward's lips felt like, what they tasted like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to nibble on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I wanted to nibble on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. Frequently. I had this whole summer to do whatever I wanted…and that whatever was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smelled like sunscreen and sweat and, even all these hours later, I could still remember it. If he smelled that good, I was positive his lips tasted even better. And we were so close, until the dousing, after which we both jumped up and Edward started tearing up the stairs after Garrett like his ass was on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8954507561819478011?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8954507561819478011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-on-easy-chapter-4-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8954507561819478011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8954507561819478011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-on-easy-chapter-4-teaser.html' title='Coming On Easy Chapter 4 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEqxo-CoVgE/Th-k_c6Nr_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZmAWRU57iko/s72-c/600full-kristen-stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3513590105662262563</id><published>2011-06-16T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:21:38.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom4saa'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 20 Teaser</title><content type='html'>“Your marriage isn’t legal until you sleep with her. Let me rephrase that so you can understand it better, dill hole. Your marriage is not legal until you shove your dick inside her.” Alice looked ferocious and a bit determined which surprised me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I knew our marriage wasn’t technically consummated, but in the back of my mind I sort of figured Bella would want to do this again, with our family &amp; friends, if we decided to be together. I was never expecting her to choose yesterday as our anniversary and keep it forever. I assumed that if we were going to stick in this for the long haul, we might as well do it right, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I get that, Alice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then why aren’t you doing something about it? You are taking the chance of losing her, I hope you get that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**This will post tomorrow. Bear in mind I am very busy with Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness and getting out the compilation by the end of June, but I am trying to work on new chapters as well. I also have a new story posting with Risbee on our joint account RisbeenColdplaywhore so alert us. That starts posting June 28th :)** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3513590105662262563?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3513590105662262563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-20-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3513590105662262563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3513590105662262563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-20-teaser.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 20 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5763867864216134484</id><published>2011-05-24T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:01:25.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 17 Teaser</title><content type='html'>“I already checked, the marriage bureau is open till midnight so we have time to get you guys down there to get the license,” Rosalie added happily. She looked just as thrilled as Emmett did, but neither Bella or I was as excited as them. “I have a white dress Bella can borrow, surely you have a tie somewhere in that luggage you brought, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it could be blue,” Emmett chimed in enthusiastically as Rosalie joined in his excitement and we looked at both of them like they had horns growing out of their heads. “You know, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hand over your man card, Em.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck you, Edward. I was trying to be helpful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How is this helpful? You are basically telling me the only way out of this shitty situation is to get married, and to make matters worse you are trying to get us to be traditional about this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm hoping to post Thursday or Friday**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5763867864216134484?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5763867864216134484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-17-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5763867864216134484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5763867864216134484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-17-teaser.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 17 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-25162854629121060</id><published>2011-05-06T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:08:06.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 13 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUCTW_sQeUo/TcPyrMt6S5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1ExKU50CUkA/s1600/91724_twilights-kellan-lutz-and-robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUCTW_sQeUo/TcPyrMt6S5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1ExKU50CUkA/s320/91724_twilights-kellan-lutz-and-robert-pattinson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603589185341115282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I have been slack lately. Between RL shit and working on Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness, I have no idea when I write. That being said, I've been working on the next chapter of FBT, so I figured I should share a snippit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what’s the word, Big Bird?” Emmett questioned as Bella paused and looked at me curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not responsible for him, I swear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He just doesn’t seem like your usual friend type.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m right here, ya know?” Emmett added with a groan. “And anyways, what’s his usual friend type? Cause I’ll be honest, you’re not really the type of woman he usually goes for either. He tends to stick to gals that have a little more going on upstairs, if you know what I mean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you are calling me stupid, so help you god, Emmett,” Bella shouted as she went to reach across the table and grab him by his shirt. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her away, shocked that she was now flailing her arms and legs. Bella really did know how to make a scene. “I just want one good shot at him, please?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe when we’re not in the middle of a restaurant,” I replied as I helped her into her seat and looked up at the host, who looked about ready to kick us out. “How about we just finish our meal and we can go back to our hotel maybe and talk some of this out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is there is talk out? I thought Bree was in full effect and Bella was AWOL?” Emmett asked as Rosalie nodded her head slowly. “I just think it would be nice to know where we stand and if I need to change our tickets back home.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-25162854629121060?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/25162854629121060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-13-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/25162854629121060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/25162854629121060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-13-teaser.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 13 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUCTW_sQeUo/TcPyrMt6S5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1ExKU50CUkA/s72-c/91724_twilights-kellan-lutz-and-robert-pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8579016625155636861</id><published>2011-04-13T14:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:11:37.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Epilogue Teaser</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is in the final beta stages and will probably be up later this week, but I had to share a snippit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what's weird?" I asked as we paced anxiously inside the bridal room at Forks First Lutheran Church. "Why do they call this place the First Lutheran Church when it's the only one in Forks? Shouldn't they just call it Forks Lutheran Church or The Only Lutheran Church in Forks?" The taffeta of my dress crinkled loudly in the quiet room as I moved around. I was anxious, but that was to be expected, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a long time coming and in the year since Edward had left the University of Washington to pursue his music career, we both had come a long way in finding a perfect balance in our lives. His music was thriving and he had finally finished the piece that had haunted him for months, which he called Bella's Lullaby. It was a beautiful piece that made my body almost sing for him each time I heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered that he had named the song after me, but when he told me that he had started composing it after we first had sex in the library, I had to blush. Then I had to fuck him on our dining room table; it was only fitting. Plus, he told me late at night and we didn't exactly have time to get back to the scene of the crime to relive it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Also, don't forget that a future take from Room 15 will be part of the author compilation for Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness. Donate a minimum of $5 to get your copy at &lt;a href="http://www.fandom4saa.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness&lt;/a&gt; and follow them on twitter @fandom4saa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8579016625155636861?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8579016625155636861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/04/room-15-epilogue-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8579016625155636861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8579016625155636861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/04/room-15-epilogue-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Epilogue Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3378016142512519646</id><published>2011-04-02T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:53:19.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 27 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAv2Kq_vdo/TZccLP9VCzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/m5eg68n8b-8/s1600/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAv2Kq_vdo/TZccLP9VCzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/m5eg68n8b-8/s320/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590968441991662386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quick update... potential to post this weekend! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Calibri"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri; }.MsoChpDefault { font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Bella, why aren’t you here with us?” he asked, slurring his words somewhat. Gavin had been a superb supervisor, even better than I could have imagined, but he never could hold his alcohol. We had spent a few nights after major projects at bars in the city to unwind along with the rest of the crew, but Gavin was always drunk after two mojitos and his partner, Alec, would inevitably have to come and pick him up. Once, Gavin answered my phone when Edward had called, and it had taken a few hours and some phone sex for me to convince Edward that Gavin was gay and much more interested in him than he was me. “Randall just told me you won’t be coming to our last hurrah and I am sooo disappointed.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Gavin, my flight back to Seattle leaves in a few hours. I changed it to the red-eye and I’m a little excited to get back.” I paced the small apartment, checking to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind before I threw myself down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe the summer was already over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh yes...you have to get back to the delicious, Edward.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You do realize you never sound gay unless you are drunk, right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shut it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Is Alec on his way to come pick you up? Even if I did make an appearance, your lightweight ass would probably be on the way home with him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Bella, I always enjoyed your blunt attitude, you know that. Don’t tell anyone, but you were my favorite intern.” I couldn’t help the blush that creeped over my cheeks as Gavin admitted that to me. “If I was straight or if you had a penis, we could have made quite the couple.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3378016142512519646?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3378016142512519646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/04/room-15-chapter-27-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3378016142512519646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3378016142512519646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/04/room-15-chapter-27-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 27 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAv2Kq_vdo/TZccLP9VCzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/m5eg68n8b-8/s72-c/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3203207022259497220</id><published>2011-03-30T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:40:35.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 26 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMC5YOIU_ls/TZMyZxkM9hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/40j3We5TiX8/s1600/rbkstew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589866980880217618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMC5YOIU_ls/TZMyZxkM9hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/40j3We5TiX8/s400/rbkstew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will probably be posting this update tonight **fingers crossed** but I wanted to give you all a little teaser to tide you over until then. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Uh…wh…what was that?” she asked with wide eyes as I grasped her hands in mine tightly, trying to reassure her with my touch. Did I think we were ready for this big of a step? Probably not, but I wanted things to progress between us and short of me proposing to her, this was our next big step. “Did you just…no…you didn’t, right?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I want you to move in with me when you get back from the internship. Or I guess I want us to move in together, since I need to find a new place anyways. There’s no way we can afford the place Jasper and I live in, and I’m sure there are cheaper places near campus anyways. We already spend all our free time together, it just seems like the right thing to do.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Whoa…wait a second,” she replied as she sat up a bit, clutching at her robe to keep it closed, and stared down at me. I was trying to open myself up to her and admit my faults, but I also wanted her to know I wasn’t giving up without a fight. I was in this…us…with everything I had. If we were a poker game, I was all in. “We haven’t even gotten over our first fight and you want to move in together?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“We’re not over it?” I asked in surprise as she shook her head. “I thought that you understood everything… I mean, we just talked about it and you got why I didn’t tell you about Carlisle. What am I missing?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3203207022259497220?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3203207022259497220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/room-15-chapter-26-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3203207022259497220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3203207022259497220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/room-15-chapter-26-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 26 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMC5YOIU_ls/TZMyZxkM9hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/40j3We5TiX8/s72-c/rbkstew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-2528554457719229548</id><published>2011-03-20T20:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:01:39.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 24 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T1tPrUVf4k/TYajafBfsKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LNiCP42GxDc/s1600/Room15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T1tPrUVf4k/TYajafBfsKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LNiCP42GxDc/s400/Room15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586332063199375522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Arial"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“Edward, I’d say you are looking well, but you look rather tired,” exclaimed my father as he sat down in my favorite booth and motioned to the waiter to come over. I was already nursing a drink, anxiously awaiting his arrival. His demeanor was clearly not casual, so I immediately got my back up in defense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“I’d thank you, but there’s no reason,” I replied snidely, knowing full well just how much it would aggravate my father. “So... what brings you by? I can tell by the look of disgust on your face it wasn’t to listen to me play.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“Don’t get mad at me. Is playing in a dive bar not living up to your expectations? You know, I was never a fan of jazz myself, I always preferred classical.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“And that matters now because?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“It just disappoints me that this is the direction you have chosen to take your life in, Edward. You were always much more like your mother than you were me, though I tried to dissuade that as often as I could.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:black;"   &gt;“Perhaps if you were around more often growing up, I would have been more like you,” I stated firmly, forcing back the shudder of revolt that coursed through me at that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-2528554457719229548?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/2528554457719229548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/room-15-chapter-24-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2528554457719229548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2528554457719229548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/room-15-chapter-24-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 24 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T1tPrUVf4k/TYajafBfsKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LNiCP42GxDc/s72-c/Room15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8797516459396606750</id><published>2011-03-01T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:59:46.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm supposed to be a work related webinar. I'm clearly slacking. Enjoy the teaser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Cut,” shouted the director who looked at Bella with more than a hint  of frustration. Clearly he wasn’t pleased with her little outburst.  “Bree, stay on script,” he urged as she sat up in bed, not particularly  caring that she was nude with the exception of panties around her ankles  as she glared at me angrily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Garrett, we need to break for a  second,” Bella urged as everyone on the set looked at her with concern.  She waved them off quickly and I heard rumblings from the others around  us wondering what her issue was. “I umm… I need to have a quick word  with my…with my co-star here. Is that alright?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Is something wrong, Bree?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No,  nothing is wrong. Just… can we have a moment to talk?” Bella looked at  me and tried to clear the stunned look off of her face so that she  didn’t give herself away. “I think we just need to have a quick  conversation to help me get into character.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh my god, these  bitches and their egos. This is porn, not The Kings Speech, Bree. Now,  spread your legs and give it up to your vampire stalker. I have better  things to do with my time than listen to you bitch about the changes to  the scene again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8797516459396606750?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8797516459396606750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8797516459396606750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8797516459396606750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/03/finding-bree-tanner-chapter-10.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Chapter 10'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8683390813434271409</id><published>2011-02-20T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:49:35.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom4saa'/><title type='text'>Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO9MBwzPzVc/TWHSQdAY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kk8GTN2ZLcU/s1600/ffsaa_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO9MBwzPzVc/TWHSQdAY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kk8GTN2ZLcU/s400/ffsaa_header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575968993767389682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm glutton for punishment. One story is about to end, so I decided to keep busy by running a charity event with my fandom friend aylah50. Sexual Assault Awareness is something very important to both of us and since April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month in the U.S., we decided it was timely as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an author and wish to contribute a one-shot, outtake or original story between 2,000 and 10,000 words then head on over to our site &lt;a href="http://fandom4saa.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fandom4saa.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; to sign up under the page 'Contributing Authors'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dedicated reader and want in on the compilation of stories we are doing, we are encouraging you to donate to a sexual assault charity in your own country. For as little as $5, you can get access to the stories by some truly wonderful and giving authors. Once you have made a donation, forward us your donation slip or email confirmation via email to fandom5saa@gmail.com and you are all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as pie, right? Then come on... join the effort! Follow us on twitter @fandom4saa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8683390813434271409?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8683390813434271409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/fandom-for-sexual-assault-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8683390813434271409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8683390813434271409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/fandom-for-sexual-assault-awareness.html' title='Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO9MBwzPzVc/TWHSQdAY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kk8GTN2ZLcU/s72-c/ffsaa_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-596516711736440215</id><published>2011-02-18T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:12:33.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 22 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDDHPVkfOSI/TV7Si681OGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pGJO_v9r7M4/s1600/Room15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDDHPVkfOSI/TV7Si681OGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pGJO_v9r7M4/s320/Room15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575124886113040482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm trying not to be slack about updating the blog. I used to be really good, then real life came in and ruined it. Here's the teaser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Esme had gone out and purchased a laptop with the assistance of Bella, I had been cursing myself for even mentioning it. Each day, several times a day, I would get phone calls from my mother wanting help with something computer related. If it wasn’t how to get onto her email it was something about how to use her web cam or how to find people on Facebook. It was bloody ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m trying to do this on my own. I want to surprise him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t even want to know what you have planned, but if you keep this shit up I’ll be late for work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, whatever. Ralph loves me. Just tell him it was my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh believe me, I will. Now will you stop playing around on Skype please. You have Charlie’s number, call him and get his help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s working the afternoon shift, so he won’t be around until after dinner. Please Edward?” I let out a huge, overdramatic sigh, and at that moment Bella walked into my bedroom with her book bag slung over her shoulder. She was finishing her exams today and looked absolutely beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days, she had been staying over so that we could manage a little time together. When I was at work, she studied and when she was at school, I caught up on my sleep or worked some more. It was hard, but rewarding. I had my girlfriend, a great job, I was playing music and loving it. However, at this exact moment, I really had to go. “What if I got Bella to help you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella began flailing her arms wildly, motioning that she didn’t want to do it and I felt a pang of remorse for suggesting it in the first place. “Hold on, mom.” I covered my hand over the receiver and looking at Bella with my best puppy dog eyes. “Can you please help her with this one little thing for the computer? Ralph begged me to come in early today and I’m already running late. I promise a back rub or something when I get home tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or something is right,” she said with a scowl as I stood from the bed and kissed her lightly on her lips. I tasted Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Celebrate after the exam?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I may have gone out with a few people from class. Now, give me the damn phone and go get your fine ass to work.” I kissed Bella again, this time with a little more energy and we both began giggling when we heard my mother yelling on the phone at us. Apparently, I may have groaned just a little too loudly when Bella’s liquor laced tongue slipped between my lips. Bella stepped back and grabbed the phone as she rolled her eyes. “Good afternoon, Esme. What disaster have we encountered today with the laptop?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-596516711736440215?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/596516711736440215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/room-15-chapter-22-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/596516711736440215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/596516711736440215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/room-15-chapter-22-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 22 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDDHPVkfOSI/TV7Si681OGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pGJO_v9r7M4/s72-c/Room15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-973283900457478695</id><published>2011-02-10T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:09:20.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 21 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G9CZHm_f7M/TVPxgdG8w5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/amh5Q_ucrSs/s1600/robert_pattinson_time_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G9CZHm_f7M/TVPxgdG8w5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/amh5Q_ucrSs/s320/robert_pattinson_time_2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572062703859319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I've been slack on the blog lately, but don't hold it against me. RL sucks huge. Anyways, I'm hoping to post the latest chapter of Room 15 either tomorrow or Saturday, but enjoy a teaser until then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well...where do I start?” Esme asked casually, no doubt pleased with the way the entire scene had gone down. She had confided in me during the last week or two that she and Carlisle had been having troubles for years in their marriage, some of which were allayed when she was battling cancer, but things seemed to have gone back to normal now that she was in the clear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esme had suspected for years that Carlisle had been cheating on her, though she had no solid proof, but I found it completely baffling that Carlisle would accuse her of cheating...with my father no less. He was clearly grasping at straws, knowing full well that it was him who was in the wrong. In what I had seen of Carlisle in the past few weeks, I wouldn’t put it past him to be cheating on his wife. Nothing that man did shocked me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about you start at the beginning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I was born on a warm summer morning back in 1963,” Esme began to say with a giggle as I snorted in my seat beside Edward and he narrowed his eyes at me briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come on, that was funny.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You said to start at the beginning, Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much did she have to drink?” he asked under his breath as I laughed again at his concern. He was being beyond cute in dealing with this whole thing.  I could tell he was so worried about what was going on with his mother, but I think drinking was really the least of his concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, Edward. We weren’t there long enough for me to compile a log of your mother’s liquor intake,” I replied snidely as we stopped at a red light and he gave me a brief look of sadness. I felt bad for him, being kept in the dark about...well...everything, like he had, but it hadn’t been my place to say anything in the first place. Esme confided in me as a friend, and I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that. From the first moment I met her I knew she needed someone, anyone, to talk to. If nothing else, I could be that ear that listened to her and the shoulder she cried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Edward, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Esme added from the back as her hand reached forward and patted Edward haphazardly about his face. Okay, so maybe she had a little more to drink than I thought she had. “Be less like your father. Enjoy life. Don’t be a fuddy duddy.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-973283900457478695?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/973283900457478695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/room-15-chapter-21-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/973283900457478695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/973283900457478695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/02/room-15-chapter-21-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 21 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G9CZHm_f7M/TVPxgdG8w5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/amh5Q_ucrSs/s72-c/robert_pattinson_time_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3699765183103291020</id><published>2011-01-24T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:04:41.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Bree Tanner'/><title type='text'>Finding Bree Tanner Teaser - Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TT4vmNgTq8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/VTFXjyVyYaA/s1600/kellan%2Band%2Brob"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TT4vmNgTq8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/VTFXjyVyYaA/s320/kellan%2Band%2Brob" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938522983214018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while since I posted a teaser, so how about one from my newest story?  Here ya Go! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Afternoon boys,” she said sweetly as she welcomed us on the driveway of the house. “Don’t you two make an adorable couple? The butch and the femme, so cute.” Emmett snorted beside me, finding her incorrect assumption funny as hell, but I wasn’t laughing. Was there something about Emmett and that was giving off the gay vibe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me?” I questioned sternly as Emmett grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come on honey, clearly darling Claire here thinks I’m the femme,” Emmett commented before he leaned in and whispered to me. “Pretend for a little bit, that way we can get information out of her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck… fine,” I stammered as I sucked in a deep breath and turned back towards a confused Claire. “So… the house? What can you tell us about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire led us into the two thousand square foot home and we walked around slowly, with her showing us all the features and amenities. The house was fully furnished and was really stylish, probably something that appealed to Bella in keeping up her ruse for her parents.  Clearly this house said that she was doing well in life, and probably reassured Charlie and Renee, so they didn’t have to worry about her. “So, what do you boys think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s beautiful,” Emmett gushed overdramatically. “The colors really pop and I love these window treatments. I think I saw something like this on a recent issue of Better Homes and Gardens. Is this toile?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3699765183103291020?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3699765183103291020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-bree-tanner-teaser-chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3699765183103291020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3699765183103291020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-bree-tanner-teaser-chapter-4.html' title='Finding Bree Tanner Teaser - Chapter 4'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TT4vmNgTq8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/VTFXjyVyYaA/s72-c/kellan%2Band%2Brob' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8325539354964786337</id><published>2011-01-16T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:58:06.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>AWOL....</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've been AWOL from my blog for a bit, but I am trying to juggle too many balls at once it seems. That can kinda sound dirty. Here's a little FYI about what is going down these days in the life of CPW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Beautiful Mess is in the process of winding down. There will be a teaser tomorrow over on the Fictionators blog. There are 2 chapters and an epilogue left. I'm all sorts of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Room 15 is still a work in progress and I just sent the latest chapter to my beta tonight. Hoping to update by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I stupidly started a new fic, Finding Bree Tanner, which is about Edward and Emmett on a trip in Southern California, looking for Edward's ex girlfriend, who now goes by the name Bree Tanner... and is a porn star. It's all comedy, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Also I'm nominated over on the &lt;a href="http://twinklingswfa.blogspot.com/p/voting.html"&gt;Twinklings Blog&lt;/a&gt; for an author award, Maestro I think, for best use of music in fic. Feel free to vote for me or anyone else you love. There's like hundreds of nominees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks to everyone for their sweet words and condolences. As some of you know, my mother unexpectedly passed away on December 16th, and that was why I had to take a break. Real life is still not normal, nor will it ever be again, but I thank you for your patience and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for tonight. I promise a Room 15 teaser in a few days! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8325539354964786337?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8325539354964786337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/01/awol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8325539354964786337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8325539354964786337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2011/01/awol.html' title='AWOL....'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6208413641685502969</id><published>2010-12-13T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:26:56.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love to write, so it pains me to have to do this, but I have a family medical emergency that required my attention much more than fan fiction, so for the current time I won't be updating any of my stories, this includes Room 15 and A Beautiful Mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did write a short story for Christmas and I am hoping to post that, but it depends on what happens with my life. Believe me, I would much prefer to post my stories than go through my RL drama, but alas, my family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding and I hope you all have a happy and safe New Years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6208413641685502969?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6208413641685502969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/12/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6208413641685502969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6208413641685502969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/12/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6668058652718677509</id><published>2010-11-23T15:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:27:07.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Bring on the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwpbt_1a-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Dg3kLjy2_h0/s1600/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwpbt_1a-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Dg3kLjy2_h0/s320/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542850797566782434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have one last FGB Eclipse Auction thingy left, and it's for a wonderful and loyal reader named acinad. I came to her with an idea and said 'There's no way in hell I can do it in one chapter, are you good with a short story?' Needless to say, she was all for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I decided was that I wanted to do something in Third POV, a writing exercise of sorts for me, since I'm generally all EPOV or BPOV. I'll be honest, the story doesn't have a name yet... I'm on the fence about a few of them. However, it will be posting daily in the days leading up to Christmas. It's my gift to both acinad and all of my lovely readers. Of course acinad gets it first LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been so AWOL lately, I thought I would give you a little peek into the new short story of Bella and Edward, who my beta has dubbed skiward. You'll know why in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! A second teaser of this upcoming story will be posted on the &lt;a href="www.twigirlsnextdoor.com"&gt;Twi Girls Next Door&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why does she need to be overprotective of you? I mean, you’re a young twenty something guy who looks like he could clearly handle his own. Does she think the big bad woman is going to come and hurt you?” Bella laughed at the image herself being some sort of succubus to the younger man, and though the image was somewhat appealing, it was far from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m 22 actually, and yeah, I can handle myself. I’ve been out on my own long enough to know better than to do something stupid.“ Bella laughed again, unable to think of Edward as being old enough to know about anything other than skiing and women. Wasn’t that what Aspen ski instructors lived for during the busy season anyways? &lt;br /&gt;“Wow 22, huh? Yeah, you’ve lived life alright.” Edward frowned slightly as Bella laughed again, clearly mocking his age. Rosalie came over a moment later with Bella’s dinner and slid it in front of her as Edward watched her curiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you laughing at me, Bella? Yeah, I may be 22 years old but my life has been far from normal. How old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t you learn never to ask a woman older than you her age?” Bella queried as Edward let out a small laugh of her his own. Yes, he was younger than she was, though he couldn’t venture her age based on the short conversation they had shared. He would guess based on her looks that she wasn’t any older than 35, but even then it didn’t deter him. Bella was beautiful and though she called to his body and his mind, he just wanted to get to know her. She was intriguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, my mom told me that once. I rarely paid much attention to her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something? I mean, I feel kind of bad eating my pasta while you sit there.” Bella was ignoring Edward’s question, not really wanting to get into more personal details about herself. She was enjoying their simple conversation, but discussing her age, Seattle or her daughter Charlie was something that wasn’t going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure. I already ate. Anyways, I thought I could take a few minutes and pick your brain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About what?” Bella questioned as she was about to spoon some penne noodles into her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut down around the fork and watched Edward keenly. He knew that she was deflecting answering his question about her age, but it wasn’t important to him. He was curious about her and why she was here in Aspen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not that interesting,” Bella replied as she finished her fork full of dinner and reached in her bowl for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I beg to differ,” Edward claimed confidently as Bella blushed and took another bite. “I think you are a lot more interesting than you give yourself credit for. For instance… why are you in Aspen three days before Christmas?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6668058652718677509?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6668058652718677509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-on-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6668058652718677509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6668058652718677509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-on-holidays.html' title='Bring on the Holidays'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwpbt_1a-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Dg3kLjy2_h0/s72-c/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6166592899542795180</id><published>2010-11-23T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:40:55.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twi girls next door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Teaser'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwmorb6VbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i3xLJjbc90M/s1600/36891_143539188994081_100000140016696_437344_119279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwmorb6VbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i3xLJjbc90M/s320/36891_143539188994081_100000140016696_437344_119279_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542847721682654642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Most of my RL fuckery is over, so I am happy to say the latest chapter of Room 15 will be posted in the next 24-48 hours. Awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I would post a lovely teaser for all of you patient readers. There was a teaser two weeks over over on the Twi Girls Next Door Blog, since I am their author of the month, so if you want, head on over for some more insight by &lt;a href="http://www.twigirlsnextdoor.com/2010/11/new-for-november-10th-2010.html"&gt;clicking here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the new teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s certainly a pistol,” my father remarked acerbically as I felt my stomach roll as I watched Bella walk out the door. I wanted to get up and bring her back to the table, all the while insisting to my father that she was important to me, that she was someone I saw in my future, and someone who actually supported my dreams, but I was silent. “I don’t mean that in a positive light, Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to like her, Dad. She’s not a part of your life; she’s a part of mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s ridiculous, Edward. She’s hardly a part of your life. How long have you even known the girl… a few weeks?” My father twirled his spoon in his coffee slowly, my fingers watching with too much focus as I fumbled with the words I wanted to say. They were on the tip of my tongue but nothing came out. “Come on, Son, you need to be reasonable and realistic. She’s a competitor for the internship and obviously a distraction. Girls like that always try and take away your focus from the task at hand and we’ve worked too hard for you to get where you are, for you to just throw it away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve worked for nothing, Dr. Cullen… I’ve done the work. The continuous string of reports, the medical journals I’ve read, I did the extra credit work and sucked up to your friends looking for great referrals in the future. You didn’t do anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t act so ungrateful. You know for a fact that you wouldn’t be where you are right now if it wasn’t for me. Who do you think got the rules bent so you could get admitted to medical school here? Your grades in undergrad were mediocre at best. Don’t fool yourself, Edward. You have me to thank for where you are.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6166592899542795180?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6166592899542795180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6166592899542795180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6166592899542795180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TOwmorb6VbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i3xLJjbc90M/s72-c/36891_143539188994081_100000140016696_437344_119279_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4248303614944745854</id><published>2010-10-27T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:25:52.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 15 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TMjfIOzIg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kewu34CJzX8/s1600/002zbepa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TMjfIOzIg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kewu34CJzX8/s320/002zbepa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532917474729165778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I managed to write a chapter this week and it's with the FGB pre-reader. It will probably go up in a few days, but I thought I would send something to tide you guys over. Thanks for being so supportive when RL kicks my ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost an hour later Edward and I had finally managed to get dressed, after another quick session in the shower, and were just about to walk outside when there was a sharp knock at the door. Edward quirked his eye brows, clearly not expecting anyone and went to answer it as I grabbed my purse from the counter. “Maybe Jasper forgot his keys?” I offered as Edward just shrugged his shoulders and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Shit,” Edward remarked with frustration in his voice as I turned around and noticed an older man standing the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that wasn’t exactly the kind of reception I was expecting,” the man said as he extended his hand to Edward who shook it tenuously. Whoever the hell was at the door, Edward didn’t look pleased to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well perhaps if you had called in advance, rather than just showing up, I wouldn’t have been caught off guard like I was,” Edward replied as the two men stared each other down and I tried to figure out how I knew the gentleman who had just arrived. He looked somewhat familiar, but I just couldn’t place where I had seen him before until he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you ever answered my calls last night, Son, then I wouldn’t have had to come over unannounced.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was a little busy last night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Too busy to answer a phone call from your father?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t answer the phone, so obviously yes, I was too busy.” Edward glanced over to me briefly as I stood there in my skirt from the night before and a button down shirt of Edward’s. I wouldn’t have usually felt self conscious, but the last thing I wanted to do was make a bad first impression with Edward’s father.  Carlisle Cullen was world renowned and if I was on his bad side, I didn’t even want to think of how that would go over in the next few months with the internship and my eventual residency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh well, I see why you were busy. I’ll just wait until you say your goodbyes to your umm…  guest.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4248303614944745854?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4248303614944745854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-15-chapter-15-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4248303614944745854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4248303614944745854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-15-chapter-15-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 15 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TMjfIOzIg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kewu34CJzX8/s72-c/002zbepa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3556943676168928662</id><published>2010-10-17T09:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:13:39.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 14 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TLr2FPLrVqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uVStas0Iq3I/s1600/38485_115533238494094_100001122567780_97055_7810269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TLr2FPLrVqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uVStas0Iq3I/s320/38485_115533238494094_100001122567780_97055_7810269_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529002062385993378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, I've been a wee bit AWOL, but work is super busy for me until mid-November, so the time to write has become a little less constant. I've also been working in FGB one shots, outtakes for MIFFY and ABM and writing, as per usual, for &lt;a href="http://picffcorner.blogspot.com"&gt;PIC's FF Corner&lt;/a&gt;. That being said, even though my updates may be more sporadic, don't ever think I've given up a story because I didn't update for 2 weeks. I'm not crazy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you gonna get up and go to class today?” Bella questioned as she tried to roll away from my grasp and I wrapped my hands tighter around her, pulling her back against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m considering it,” I mumbled into her neck as I began kissing her softly, wanting a repeat of our night before where we spent hours in bed forgetting the fact that I should have been prepping for a quiz that was due in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, you wouldn’t have to consider it if you just dropped out,” Bella replied as she smacked her hand over her mouth right after she gasped. “I can’t believe I’m encouraging someone to drop out of school.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You just want me ineligible for the internship, don’t you?” I questioned as I ticked her side and Bella squirmed beneath my touch. I rolled her over until she was on my chest and kissed her chin as I held her against me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You know that’s not it,” Bella admitted as she nuzzled her head against my chest and I felt buoyed just holding her close. I didn’t want to admit to her that when we were apart I seemed to be less… alive. Bella, in such a short time, really had brought out the best of me and as much as I wanted to quit school, I wanted to be more for her. I didn’t think I could do that just squeaking by.  “Well, that’s not it anymore.  I just want you to be happy, Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But medicine doesn’t. I seriously think you should just bite the bullet and follow your heart.” I grumbled as Bella suddenly sat up, her legs on either side of my waist, as she straddled me and I withheld the urge to reach up and touch her bare breasts. “Don’t make me do something like withhold sex until you do something for yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You wouldn’t dare…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Try me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Note: There will be a second, different teaser, posted on the PIC Blog later today! Whose excited now? LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3556943676168928662?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3556943676168928662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-15-chapter-14-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3556943676168928662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3556943676168928662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-15-chapter-14-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 14 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TLr2FPLrVqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uVStas0Iq3I/s72-c/38485_115533238494094_100001122567780_97055_7810269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1992880810407313411</id><published>2010-10-03T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:06:40.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little CPW'/><title type='text'>Thank You So Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKk2lhupmBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CjBUhXlp1rM/s1600/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKk2lhupmBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CjBUhXlp1rM/s320/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006436283717650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish a sincere thanks to all the lovely readers, authors and friends, who donated to my 5k walk today for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. Through your generosity I was able to raise $865 for my walk, and my team as a whole raised almost $2,600! It was cold and rainy, but we persevered and finished with a smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks so much for being such wonderful people and supporting my efforts! It means the world to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1992880810407313411?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1992880810407313411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1992880810407313411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1992880810407313411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-so-much.html' title='Thank You So Much!'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKk2lhupmBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CjBUhXlp1rM/s72-c/DSC02108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3271674002118337657</id><published>2010-09-29T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:01:08.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 12 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKPhSVAWyRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JzwMR0O53DY/s1600/james_white_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKPhSVAWyRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JzwMR0O53DY/s320/james_white_023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522505273078892818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So… this is like my first real date in a very long time and I might screw it up completely and you may never want to talk to me again, so just keep that in mind as I awkwardly fumble through this entire night. I’ve never even eaten at a restaurant this fancy in my entire life. When I lived back in Forks, my dad would take me to the diner in town for special occasions and my ex boy… um… the guy I used to date would take me into Port Angeles for pizza, but this is just like… way over my comfort level.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my hand across the table and pulled Bella’s hands away from the hem of the tablecloth that she was clutching furiously in her hands. “Just be you, alright? I don’t care if you haven’t dated in a while, because this whole thing is kinda new to me too. If it makes you more comfortable, on the next date I’ll take you to McDonald’s or Panda Express, how about that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s try and get through this night before we plan a second date, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, but I have faith you will agree to another date with me. I’m sorta irresistible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw… there’s the pompous ass I’m used to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you didn’t think I would shelve him for the rest of my life did you?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3271674002118337657?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3271674002118337657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-12-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3271674002118337657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3271674002118337657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-12-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 12 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TKPhSVAWyRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JzwMR0O53DY/s72-c/james_white_023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5734504607041565503</id><published>2010-09-23T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:32:52.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 11 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJvxqtnr08I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kvjldRgH9zs/s1600/78600656_large.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJvxqtnr08I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kvjldRgH9zs/s320/78600656_large.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520271484375520194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, Chapter 11 is still with the beta and won't be posted tomorrow. Hopefully sometime this weekend though. RL is kicking my ass lately, so I may have to throw out the friday update schedule until things ease up. Have a wee bit of patience with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bella, all I want is a chance to talk to you. I think you care and you are scared shitless to admit it. Am I right?” I leaned back until my body was flush against the wall right behind me. Edward’s hands pressed on either side of my head, keeping me in place, as he stared me down, trying to break my resolve. I was ashamed to admit it was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, my voice not hiding the fact that I was scared about how I was feeling about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I want is a chance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You scare me.” My heart was aching in my chest, as I felt so open talking to him about this. “I don’t want to be hurt and with you, I can’t see this… us… ending well.” I motioned between us with my hands, hitting his chest in the process, but Edward didn’t back down. In fact, I felt him close the space between us and lean in closer to me. “Your persistence scares the shit out of me, Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that’s not the real me who you are scared off. Just one date… one dinner where we talk and I tell you about my life, my family, my misgivings and fears. If you still can’t stand me, I won’t bother you again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit, the offer was tempting, but the thought of never seeing him again wasn’t something I wanted to consider. Hell, on Thursday when we were finishing up our research project, if I hadn’t had plans to spend time with Alice, I would have definitely stayed in Room 15 with him. I would have used any excuse I could have to spend more time with him, but I didn’t. I probably could have blown Alice off, and if she had known I was with Edward, she would have been fine with it, but I wasn’t fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn’t have been happening. I should have been fighting against it with every fiber of my being, but I couldn’t anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5734504607041565503?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5734504607041565503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-11-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5734504607041565503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5734504607041565503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-11-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 11 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJvxqtnr08I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kvjldRgH9zs/s72-c/78600656_large.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3269505121696721028</id><published>2010-09-16T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:19:22.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 10 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJIZUJSeRfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/49xxYLpq-vM/s1600/Room15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJIZUJSeRfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/49xxYLpq-vM/s320/Room15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517500327363757554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you antagonize him?” Jasper asked as we turned so our backs were to the bar and we could watch the door a bit better, hope to see the girls as they walked in. I was literally waiting with baited breath for Bella to arrive because I desperately wanted to talk to her. Things were changing, I could feel it on Thursday, I just didn’t know what was changing. Was it possible she didn’t loathe me anymore? One could hope right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t antagonize him on purpose, Jazz. He just gets on my nerves and then there’s the obvious…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He has what you want, right?” I nodded ruefully as Jasper then punched me in the shoulder and my hand instinctively went up to rub the sore spot as I noticed his gaze was now glued to the door. I looked up and if I didn’t know it was a physical impossibility, my mouth would have dropped to the floor and my tongue would have rolled out like in some cheesy ass cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and Bella flanked the doorway looking as beautiful as ever as they glanced around, hopefully searching for us, and beside them stood a very pretty blonde with an hourglass figure. She towered over her friends, and I could only assume that she was Rosalie. However, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Bella long enough to tell you anymore about their friend. Bella looked… fucking beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3269505121696721028?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3269505121696721028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-10-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3269505121696721028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3269505121696721028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-10-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 10 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TJIZUJSeRfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/49xxYLpq-vM/s72-c/Room15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8274744011293452460</id><published>2010-09-13T17:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:02:16.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><title type='text'>CIBC Run for The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TI6e27ja-rI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BIfX65AK4lE/s1600/photo_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TI6e27ja-rI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BIfX65AK4lE/s320/photo_19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521260111821490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you've heard me mention it before, but I'm offering a new treat... if you donate to my husband's run efforts (yes, I am running his account LOL) then you can get the ability to pre-read an upcoming chapter of Room 15. I'm anticipating there will be 30 chapters total, so you can have your pick between Chapter 10 - 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Room 15 Pre-reading is in addition to the lovely MIFFY honeymoon outtake you can get if you donate :) I'm just really generous these days and believe in raising money for breast cancer awareness. Any donation, even as small as $5 is welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runforthecure.com/site/TR/RunfortheCure/Ontario?px=1388817&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1098"&gt;Click Here to Donate to my poor husband :) LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send an email confirming your donation, and if you'd like, confirm in the notes of the donation slip what chapter you want to recieve from Room 15. Yes, this includes this weeks chapter! Don't you want to read that early? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8274744011293452460?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8274744011293452460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/cibc-run-for-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8274744011293452460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8274744011293452460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/cibc-run-for-cure.html' title='CIBC Run for The Cure'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TI6e27ja-rI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BIfX65AK4lE/s72-c/photo_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-2586932601759701978</id><published>2010-09-08T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:49:18.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 9 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TIgu-9nZ7wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/502QJqW1M_o/s1600/3235831883_3fbfa50374_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TIgu-9nZ7wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/502QJqW1M_o/s320/3235831883_3fbfa50374_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709402941779714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, it sounds like the project is alright, but the partner sucks?” Emmett asked with a laugh as I gave him a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It could be worse. I could have been paired with Eric Yorkie or Mike Newton, both of whom would have flirted with me and annoyed the hell out of me like you wouldn’t believe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I have competition?” Emmett asked as I snorted incredulously. Did he have competition? Well, not from Yorkie or Newton, but what about from Edward? I shook the thought out of my head and stared right at Emmett. Considering I wasn’t even really interested in Emmett romantically, the answer should have been yes; everyone else was competition. However, I wasn’t in the mood to break Emmett’s heart, so I said the complete opposite of what I should have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. Eric and Mike are harmless. Eric used to not be able to take no for an answer, but recently he’s let up a bit in his attempts to get me to go out on a date.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about Edward?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Has he asked you out?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, once. I turned him down obviously. He’s just… like I said, he aggravates me and I don’t want to spend any more time with him than is absolutely necessary.” I was hoping my words placated Emmett, but he didn’t seem back down at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-2586932601759701978?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/2586932601759701978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-9-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2586932601759701978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2586932601759701978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-15-chapter-9-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 9 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TIgu-9nZ7wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/502QJqW1M_o/s72-c/3235831883_3fbfa50374_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-189908849044303789</id><published>2010-08-30T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:55:34.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 8 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THxhBoUATEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/m2NXhu4Ki4w/s1600/teacherward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THxhBoUATEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/m2NXhu4Ki4w/s320/teacherward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511386724623731778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so we had the history and the summary done before we met last,” I said with a dramatic pause. After all, the last time we had gotten together, we hadn’t done any work and I kind of wanted to remind her of what had happened in that room the previous week. “On the weekend, since someone wouldn’t return my calls, I also worked on the introduction, which I think is pretty much done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella stopped and looked at me with a tiny smile gracing her face. “That’s really great, Edward. I’m surprised you got so much done. I worked on the prognosis on the weekend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I was home all weekend, so I had time to kill. Can I read what you’ve written?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about I email it to you and you follow up with your introduction and we can each review what we wrote.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good idea, I suppose.” I didn’t want to leave it so that we never worked together again, which was exactly like it seemed like she wanted. It was pointless to do our work separately and then mesh it all together and hope it works. “I still think we should get together on Thursday to go through it all. We’re almost done, once we have treatments and whatnot finished. So, how about we review and then meet Thursday again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm… Thursday should work, but I need you to remember that we are working solely on this project and not anything else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What else would I want to work on?” Other than you not hating me like crazy of course, and wanting to date me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know very well what you would want to discuss, or not discuss. I already told you last week that there will never be a repeat of what happened in that room. It’s for studying only, not…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not intense fucking against a wall or desk?” Bella blushed seven shades of red before pushing my laptop away and narrowing her eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… that. No more of that.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-189908849044303789?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/189908849044303789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-8-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/189908849044303789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/189908849044303789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-8-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 8 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THxhBoUATEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/m2NXhu4Ki4w/s72-c/teacherward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-605149192990320936</id><published>2010-08-23T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:14:23.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 7 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THMc5ZRiphI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N3FNG5djzG4/s1600/kstew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THMc5ZRiphI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N3FNG5djzG4/s320/kstew1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508778541566830098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s got your knickers in a knot, sunshine?” asked Alice as she walked in the front door and saw me pacing through the living room, anxious as a cat in heat. I was trying not to let my conscience overwhelm me because I regretted everything about the day… from the sex to the about to be deceitful sort of date with Emmett. I shouldn’t have bothered to get out of bed that morning. Life would have been so much easier if I hadn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing… it’s… no… you know, it’s the pressure from the internship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re rambling incoherently, Bella. Have you suffered some sort of head trauma recently?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not rambling. There has been no head trauma because I haven’t been in a car with you,” I snapped defensively as Alice, who didn’t give a shit about my insult to her driving, side stepped around me, watching my every move like a hawk. For some reason, I felt like her prey and I was suddenly very concerned, both for my health and for my obvious secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are also defensive. Your hair isn’t the same as it was in the morning and oh my god… your shirt is on inside out. You got fucked!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No… no… no. I didn’t Alice, I swear. Really my shirt is on inside out?” I began pulling out my top and sure enough, as my hand reached around the back of my neck, there was the tag, on the outside of my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was it Emmett, you were supposed to meet with him today right?” Alice grasped my arm tightly and pulled me down onto the couch, sweeping my bags into the corner so that she could grill me in comfort.  I could already tell by the twinkle in her eye that she was confident in her powers of deduction and there was no way I was getting out of her clutches without telling her something. I would just have to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got a new vibrator.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-605149192990320936?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/605149192990320936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-7-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/605149192990320936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/605149192990320936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-7-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 7 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/THMc5ZRiphI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N3FNG5djzG4/s72-c/kstew1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-2436904937187356490</id><published>2010-08-16T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:47:54.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 6 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGncKZFhKDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RZgpj0LnNZA/s1600/2_new_moon_robert_pattinson_kristen_stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGncKZFhKDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RZgpj0LnNZA/s400/2_new_moon_robert_pattinson_kristen_stewart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506174090527975474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still on schedule for Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seriously? I kiss you, and it was an excellent fucking kiss, if I might say so myself, and you want to get back to work?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she replied as she turned in her seat and stared at her screen as though she was reading something, but I could tell she wasn’t focusing. “Now let’s discuss alternative treatments.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I said as I stood from my chair and began pacing anxiously around the room. “Let’s discuss the fact that you obviously want me, but you refuse to do anything about it. Is it because I’m your competition for the internship? Perhaps you are envious of the fact that my father is a world renowned surgeon who could open any door for me in my career if I asked him to?” Bella stood up from her seat and stalked towards me, she looked deceptively calm, but I could tell she was anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The last thing in the world I am is envious of you Edward,” she said as she began poking me in the chest, her tiny fingers like daggers along with her vicious words. “You are nothing but a self-involved, pig headed, arrogant asshole who thinks he is god’s gift to women and medicine. However, you are none of those things. You hide behind your pompous and callous exterior, not showing anyone the scared little boy you really are. You don’t think you will live up to the expectations of your parents or their peers, so the only thing I feel is bad for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help it. No matter how true her words were and how much they hurt me, I couldn’t stop myself as I wrapped my arms around her small waist, pulling her up to my mouth as our lips crashed together, all our anger coming out as passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-2436904937187356490?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/2436904937187356490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-6-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2436904937187356490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2436904937187356490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-6-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 6 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGncKZFhKDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RZgpj0LnNZA/s72-c/2_new_moon_robert_pattinson_kristen_stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-495887792821565484</id><published>2010-08-10T13:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:25:55.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPW'/><title type='text'>CIBC Run for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGGLa7HCSmI/AAAAAAAAATw/Qbw2KNpSbwk/s1600/photo_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGGLa7HCSmI/AAAAAAAAATw/Qbw2KNpSbwk/s320/photo_19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503833514283518562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in early October I'm participating in a 5k run / walk for Breast Cancer in support of the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. Some of my lovely readers have already expressed an interest in donating in support of me, so I figured, why not post something on my blog so that you guys have more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runforthecure.com/goto/lgoodale77"&gt;http://www.runforthecure.com/goto/lgoodale77&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the above link, you will be directed to my own personal fundraising page. I'm not listed as CPW, obviously, since I'm doing this as part of a team through my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, if you are not a Canadian resident, I am pretty sure the tax reciept will not count. So if you do this, don't expect to be able to write me off on your taxes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to raise $200, but anything above and beyond that would be awesome. I think if I somehow get to over $500, I will post some sort of outtake or one shot as a thank you for all your generosity, with a vote to take place on this blog as to the content of the outtake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions? Yeah, there's a comment thing below and I will gladly answer them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-495887792821565484?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/495887792821565484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/cibc-run-for-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/495887792821565484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/495887792821565484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/cibc-run-for-cure.html' title='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGGLa7HCSmI/AAAAAAAAATw/Qbw2KNpSbwk/s72-c/photo_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-853009370466525257</id><published>2010-08-09T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:54:59.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 5 Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGAWpCUKRLI/AAAAAAAAATo/F6Vx-UHisrQ/s1600/james_white_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGAWpCUKRLI/AAAAAAAAATo/F6Vx-UHisrQ/s320/james_white_023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503423638898623666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all new stuff in this chapter, so that's exciting right? A little more UST and a new complication. Gotta love it! Still planning to post on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, just as we were leaving for the day, he swatted my ass as I walked out in front of him and acted like it was nothing. The pretentious jerk was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t touch me,” I snarled at him as he smiled crookedly at me and I felt the urge to smack the grin off his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? I’m just trying to make sure the ass feels as good as it looks. I was right though, it’s delectable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are unstable. Seriously, have you been checked out for bi-polar disorder? Two minutes ago you were being completely civil to me and now you are being a dickhead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess I just have a gift.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my god, you are exasperating,” I sighed as Edward leaned in towards my ear and licked the shell with a moan which sounded like it came from deep inside him. I quickly pushed him away and stormed out of the room, not looking back out of fear of what I would do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait up a second, Swan,” he called as I descended the stairs as quickly as I could, desperate to find the front door of the library and subsequently freedom. Rather than face continued harassment from him, I stilled at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor of the library and decided to just listen. After all,&lt;br /&gt;there was no harm in listening, right?. “So… Alice &amp; Jasper invited me to join them tomorrow night. I said yes, but I didn’t want to step on any toes seeing as this was supposed to be your night out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seriously? Are you asking if I’m okay with you coming out with us?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-853009370466525257?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/853009370466525257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-5-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/853009370466525257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/853009370466525257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-5-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 5 Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TGAWpCUKRLI/AAAAAAAAATo/F6Vx-UHisrQ/s72-c/james_white_023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8511055940595875892</id><published>2010-08-03T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:47:30.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 4 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TFjUtMET-BI/AAAAAAAAATg/So6KHdO5g1g/s1600/rm2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TFjUtMET-BI/AAAAAAAAATg/So6KHdO5g1g/s320/rm2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501380817631574034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still on track for a Friday update. Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck,” I cursed in frustration as I walked into the apartment and found Jasper and Alice literally fucking with their clothes on while perched on our couch. “Oh Jesus, can’t you guys get a room or something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a room down the hall,” Jasper remarked with a grin as Alice began straightening out her top so that her bra was no longer showing. I just scoffed at her attempt and winked lazily as she narrowed her eyes at me, though I didn’t really care. Alice could hate me, I didn’t mind. I had my own problems these days. “However, you just don’t understand how hard it is to keep your hands off the girl you are smitten with after not seeing her for twenty four hours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, I have fucked girls against the fucking door because I couldn’t keep my hands off them. You however, made it to the couch. What does that say about you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That I respect Alice,” Jasper countered as Alice smirked and I just rolled my eyes in exasperation and went into the kitchen to get a beer. As soon as I opened it and had taken a long pull, Jasper was standing before me, looking at me intently. “What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know something is wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cause you are brooding. You never brood unless there is a girl nearby that you think gets off on that shit. Alice is not that girl, so spill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I met a girl,” I said as a smug smile involuntarily crossed my face. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t as Jasper caught on quickly and couldn’t help laughing at me. “Before you say anything, she’s in my class and I had no fucking idea. I have no clue how I missed her before today. She’s combative and sarcastic. She’s a fucking hot but potentially unbearable. I have no idea what to do.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8511055940595875892?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8511055940595875892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-4-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8511055940595875892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8511055940595875892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-15-chapter-4-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 4 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TFjUtMET-BI/AAAAAAAAATg/So6KHdO5g1g/s72-c/rm2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4770713815752195271</id><published>2010-07-26T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:56:56.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 3 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TE2-MPPhN1I/AAAAAAAAATY/gmKG7zFLJ6E/s1600/AnotherManRobertPattinson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TE2-MPPhN1I/AAAAAAAAATY/gmKG7zFLJ6E/s320/AnotherManRobertPattinson3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498259837548574546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still on target for a Friday update, so enjoy the teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smirk on Edward’s face infuriated me to my breaking point and before I knew it was huffing silently and turning away from him, practically sprinting down the corridor and out the door into the sunny yet moderately chilly Seattle afternoon air. I hated when the warm sun would shine down the day, but the temperate of the air was still bleak. It was like we were given a small ray of hope, only to have it taken away immediately. Mother Nature was mocking us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard Edward’s alluring and smooth voice behind me, which reminded me that Dr. Banner was mocking me too by pairing me up with such a callous halfwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait up there, Swan. I really wish I could leave you alone, but we need to make arrangements for this project because I won’t have your emotional instability bring down my grade. I’ve got an internship to be handed to me,” he shouted out as I froze in place. Please god, tell me I am not up against him for the internship at Harborview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Emotional instability? What the fuck are you on?” I shouted back in anger as he caught up to me and stepped in front, blocking my way. He was fucking infuriating.  “I think that between the two of us, you are the more erratic one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, you don’t like me and I think I could barely tolerate you, unless your mouth was wrapped around my dick…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my god just shut up with the innuendo. Stop thinking about my ass, my mouth and every other part of my body you are so interested in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t stop my brain, Bella. I just let it lead the way and it happens to think you have spectacular breasts… what are those, like a C cup?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4770713815752195271?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4770713815752195271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-3-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4770713815752195271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4770713815752195271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-3-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 3 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TE2-MPPhN1I/AAAAAAAAATY/gmKG7zFLJ6E/s72-c/AnotherManRobertPattinson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1747026186277663317</id><published>2010-07-20T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:40:30.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 2 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TEXtito3AoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oJ60c3U81qE/s1600/37723_115531835160901_100001122567780_97036_7894164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TEXtito3AoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oJ60c3U81qE/s400/37723_115531835160901_100001122567780_97036_7894164_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496060100897866370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You never gave me your phone number, Edward. At least you had mine and after fucking me all night you could have done the decent thing and called.” Rebecca had been a lovely little distraction I had met one night at an off campus bar where I had been celebrating Jasper’s birthday with a few of our friends and some co-workers of his from Microsoft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca was a sophomore and immediately caught my attention that night. Unfortunately, the more time I spent with her, the less she was able to hold my attention. Sure, she was pretty with her long red hair, big tits and dirty mouth, but if she wasn’t talking about sex, then nothing she said was of interest to me. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about her sorority, her friends or her education major. All I cared about that night was getting her naked and making her beg for me. That was how the night ended, so I didn’t complain. I didn’t think she would complain either considering the number of orgasms she got courtesy of my fingers, mouth and cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Edward… I’m up here,” Rebecca said acerbically as she snapped her fingers and my eyes moved up from her delectable cleavage. “I was trying to say that I really hoped you would have called me sooner. I never see you around campus. I’m not mad though, I understand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah well, the life of a medical student is one fraught with stress, constant studying and no time for romantic entanglements, sadly.” I was trying to let her down easily, but I couldn’t help but notice that Rebecca didn’t seem deterred at all. “No time for anything really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca suddenly got up from her seat and came over to sit on the arm of the chair I was occupying. She leaned in, giving me an even better view of her breasts before her mouth found my ear and she began whispering seductively into it.  “We both know you don’t want a relationship, Edward, and I’m not asking for one. I just want you to fuck me again and I have a friend who may want to join in the fun.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1747026186277663317?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1747026186277663317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-2-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1747026186277663317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1747026186277663317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-2-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 2 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TEXtito3AoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oJ60c3U81qE/s72-c/37723_115531835160901_100001122567780_97036_7894164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-7078064842306334642</id><published>2010-07-14T22:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:23:15.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Room 15 Chapter 1 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TD5w2HcQQgI/AAAAAAAAATI/nSIOdBjngQU/s1600/Room15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TD5w2HcQQgI/AAAAAAAAATI/nSIOdBjngQU/s400/Room15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493952670451384834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, you read that right... Room 15 is finally in the close to posting stages. Can you believe Chapter 2 is with the beta and 3 is being written as you read this? I know, it's about time right? Sorry, I had trouble coming up with a plot for this fucker, and I needed something to go on, otherwise who the hell would want to read this shit?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, onto the fun shit... the teaser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you going to get all over me about getting laid again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, someone needs to get all over you. However, I have Jasper and I clearly don’t swing that way, unless you count that one time freshman year where I kissed Rosalie. She enjoyed it way more than I did and I may have been a wee bit high at the time, so I don’t really count that as a lesbian experience,” Alice rambled on aimlessly as I rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m focused on my studies, Alice. I’ve told you repeatedly that I don’t need a boy to make me happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you need man, Bella. Boys don’t know what they are doing and men… well, they are a whole different ballgame. You need one who knows more than insert tab A into slot B. Someone more like Jazz.” I may have shoved my finger down my throat at yet another mention of her new boyfriend, Jasper. They hadn’t been together too long but every time I saw them they were either joined at the lip or the hip and it was getting to be a bit much. To his benefit, Jasper seemed like a very sweet guy who was just in over his head where my friend Alice was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you come out with me and Rosalie on the weekend? Just one night of drunken debauchery. I’ll have Jasper bring some friends so you can have a one night stand and fuck the stress of med school out of your system.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t need to get laid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is Bob doing that good of a job for you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who the hell is Bob?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-7078064842306334642?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/7078064842306334642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-1-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7078064842306334642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7078064842306334642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-15-chapter-1-teaser.html' title='Room 15 Chapter 1 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TD5w2HcQQgI/AAAAAAAAATI/nSIOdBjngQU/s72-c/Room15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6461310064335950048</id><published>2010-06-22T22:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:34:31.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom gives back'/><title type='text'>Fandom Gives Back Auctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TCFvkxqtzCI/AAAAAAAAATA/XN_D2bGOhyA/s1600/Room15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TCFvkxqtzCI/AAAAAAAAATA/XN_D2bGOhyA/s400/Room15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485788498712448034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All! I know, I have been AWOL recently. Feel free to place the blame squarely on the shoulders of the ear infection and cold I have been battling. I'm almost 100% though, so that should make us all happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I just wanted to give everyone a quick heads up that I have posted my auction items on the &lt;a href="http://www.thefandomgivesback.com"&gt;Fandom Gives Back&lt;/a&gt; auction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offering up 3 original one shots or outtakes from any of my stories for $25 a piece, not including MIFFY, A Beautiful Mess or Room 15. You can find the link to that auction &lt;a href="http://www.thefandomgivesback.com/item.php?id=325"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also offering up chapters of the FINALLY expanded Room 15. I'm offering up 30 chapters, $20 a piece, with the chapters to be posted on fanfiction.net after delivery to the purchaser. More information on the auction link &lt;a href="http://www.thefandomgivesback.com/item.php?id=336"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in an outtake from either Maybe I'm Falling For You or A Beautiful Mess then check the fandom gives back profiles for my collaborators, Flightlessbird11 and Risbee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6461310064335950048?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6461310064335950048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/fandom-gives-back-auctions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6461310064335950048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6461310064335950048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/fandom-gives-back-auctions.html' title='Fandom Gives Back Auctions'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TCFvkxqtzCI/AAAAAAAAATA/XN_D2bGOhyA/s72-c/Room15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4305666226171726341</id><published>2010-06-13T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:29:21.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 10 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTO-Rq5kTI/AAAAAAAAASw/mi3YRXx23EA/s1600/guitargirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTO-Rq5kTI/AAAAAAAAASw/mi3YRXx23EA/s320/guitargirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482234215707283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to finish rehearsal, so if you boys don’t mind waiting for like 15 minutes, we can then go grab a bite to eat and talk. Is that alright?” Bella asked as she guided us into the main part of the club, which looked vastly different in the light of day than it had the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, that’s fine. But do you think I could get a proper greeting?” Jasper said with a sly smile as he opened his arms out wide and Bella was quick to hug him back. “I’ve missed you Bella. I had to admit I was shocked when Edward told me he had literally stumbled upon you last night, but I’m thrilled to see you.” Jasper squeezed her tight before putting her back on her feet and giving her a sweet wink. I was envious, because he could simply slide back into the friendship that they used to have and I was an outsider to her. I had broken her heart and her spirit and she wasn’t easily going to forget that, no matter what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry about…” Bella began to say as Jasper held up his hand to silence her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go finish your rehearsal. We’ll sit back here waiting,” Jasper said as he led me to a table in the back that had just been cleared. Bella shrugged her shoulders and climbed back on stage to take her guitar in hand and played a few songs, stopping every now and again to discuss technical issues with Jared and some other guy. We were both quiet, my eyes trained on each move that Bella made, as Jasper started to tap his fingers anxiously against the table top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked as I turned to him and noticed he had a big smirk on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You still love her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sound surprised?” I asked with a groan. I would have figured after everything we had been through that he would have known this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just thought that maybe after four years you would have moved on, at least emotionally.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you still emotionally connected to Alice?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4305666226171726341?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4305666226171726341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/sundrenched-world-chapter-10-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4305666226171726341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4305666226171726341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/sundrenched-world-chapter-10-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 10 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTO-Rq5kTI/AAAAAAAAASw/mi3YRXx23EA/s72-c/guitargirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-2169256881548076200</id><published>2010-06-13T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:06:43.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#readalong'/><title type='text'>#Readalong for The Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTJs5GMUfI/AAAAAAAAASo/JvWdlaBxSmg/s1600/TRBanner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTJs5GMUfI/AAAAAAAAASo/JvWdlaBxSmg/s320/TRBanner2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482228419494957554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the lovely gossip_bangkok is hosting a readalong of my story 'The Resolution' on Monday June 14th, over on Twitter. I am currently planning to attend, but everything hinges on this damn ear infection I have been fighting off for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in participating and want more information visit: http://theficbridge.blogspot.com/2010/04/readalong-instructions-for-readers-and.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks gb. You rock, but you already know I thought that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-2169256881548076200?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/2169256881548076200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/readalong-for-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2169256881548076200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/2169256881548076200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/readalong-for-resolution.html' title='#Readalong for The Resolution'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBTJs5GMUfI/AAAAAAAAASo/JvWdlaBxSmg/s72-c/TRBanner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5867821411240480410</id><published>2010-06-11T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:42:46.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 32 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBJLLBgdtuI/AAAAAAAAASg/XNkWVu_f3HE/s1600/festive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBJLLBgdtuI/AAAAAAAAASg/XNkWVu_f3HE/s320/festive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526349218559714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Slow your roll, Mom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Slow my what now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just calm down, alright?” I said with a hint of remorse. I suddenly wished I had someone else in my life to ask these questions of, but I figured if I asked Rosalie or Alice, they would either taunt me, be disappointed in me or tattle to Bella. I wasn’t ready for that possibility. “I’m stumped on what to get Bella for Christmas. We are still together, very happily in fact, and no for the millionth time since you found out I was dating her, she is not pregnant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, thanks for clearing that up. I’m a bit disappointed that the topic of children hasn’t really been discussed between you guys yet. You’re not getting any younger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my god, we are twenty five years old. This isn’t 1890 and I’m not marrying Bella fresh out of school. Am I expected to ensure I get a dowry if I ever ask for her hand in marriage?” I questioned with a loud snort as my mother groaned. “No seriously, I think I should ask for at least three goats and an acre of land somewhere in Washington, don’t you agree?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop being such a sarcastic ass. You get that from your father.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5867821411240480410?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5867821411240480410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-32.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5867821411240480410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5867821411240480410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-32.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 32 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/TBJLLBgdtuI/AAAAAAAAASg/XNkWVu_f3HE/s72-c/festive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-588912372466038962</id><published>2010-05-26T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:56:02.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 9 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>Let's give you a two-fer today. How about a teaser and a song? Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about that folks,” she said softly, clearly agitated at the entire situation. Her eyes remained trained on mine though as she repositioned the guitar on her lap and strummed a few simple chords. “Why don’t we just pretend it never happened?” The audience seemed fine with the situation, after all the song was almost over, but I knew she was speaking to me and not them with her final words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interruption lasted less than sixty seconds, but my heart fell in my chest and I was tempted to run from the club and never look back. However, I felt Emmett’s hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly and I gained some sort of odd strength from it. He truly was an excellent friend in retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s her isn’t it?” Emmett questioned as Bella segued into some song I didn’t know, most likely something she had written. It was melancholy and dark, very unlike the Bella I knew from years gone by who sang of love, hope and promise. This was all about heartache, loneliness and depression. Listening to her literally felt like my heart was coming out of my chest, and her hands were clutching it while it slowly stopped beating. I couldn’t speak, so I simply nodded my head at Emmett and he squeezed me a bit harder. “I kinda figured based on the way your face looked so hopeful at first and then fell to the floor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She hates me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX0VCNgddMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX0VCNgddMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-588912372466038962?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/588912372466038962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundrenched-world-chapter-9-teaser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/588912372466038962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/588912372466038962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundrenched-world-chapter-9-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 9 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1146191180997626985</id><published>2010-05-17T22:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:42:34.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 8 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S_H-jHsJCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/UVtb_KYMpOY/s1600/SWBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S_H-jHsJCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/UVtb_KYMpOY/s400/SWBanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472434901544929666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm almost done the latest chapter of SW and I was searching for depressing songs and came across this little ditty. It completely reminds me of how Bella feels about Edward four years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Listen: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQeMFOi8bBA"&gt;Dialate by Ani DiFranco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1146191180997626985?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1146191180997626985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundrenched-world-chapter-8-teaser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1146191180997626985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1146191180997626985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundrenched-world-chapter-8-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 8 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S_H-jHsJCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/UVtb_KYMpOY/s72-c/SWBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-280911014630934014</id><published>2010-05-11T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:03:06.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 30 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-oMQo5tLvI/AAAAAAAAASI/uvRgzaM8EoY/s1600/Thanksgiving_by_BobVPR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470198177391783666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-oMQo5tLvI/AAAAAAAAASI/uvRgzaM8EoY/s400/Thanksgiving_by_BobVPR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Well, this year is different Bells. Didn’t you notice that things were different around here?” Renee replied as she motioned with her hand to my parents and Bella simply nodded in reply. “That’s because this year I am thankful for my new friend Esme and her lovely husband Carlisle, who I must say is quite the looker. That mixture of salt &amp;amp; pepper with your blonde hair really works for you, Carlisle,” Renee finished as she then clinked glasses with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I agree, Renee,” my mother announced as I choked on my food and Bella took a huge gulp of the wine in front of her to deal with the awkwardness. “I’m thankful for my adoring husband, my wonderful son and his eventual bride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom,” I shouted out in frustration as Esme put her drink down and held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, here’s the deal. You guys need to stop with all this wedding and baby talk, I’m looking at you mothers,” I said emphatically as my eyes moved between Esme &amp;amp; Renee, and Bella gripped my hand supportively. “I know you love the idea of us being together forever, and we like it too, but we don’t need any pressure, alright?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, what he said,” Bella said with a laugh as Phil looked up from his plate with a mouthful of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who-th having a baa-by?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-280911014630934014?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/280911014630934014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-30.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/280911014630934014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/280911014630934014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-30.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 30 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-oMQo5tLvI/AAAAAAAAASI/uvRgzaM8EoY/s72-c/Thanksgiving_by_BobVPR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3657515687033431878</id><published>2010-05-08T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:12:42.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Teaser'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Epilogue - Photo Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-WbWbOASZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBuDY_dHaVY/s1600/2199_Elev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468948132077259154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-WbWbOASZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBuDY_dHaVY/s400/2199_Elev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** I'm hopefully posting the epilogue tomorrow**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3657515687033431878?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3657515687033431878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-photo-teaser_08.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3657515687033431878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3657515687033431878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-photo-teaser_08.html' title='The Resolution Epilogue - Photo Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-WbWbOASZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBuDY_dHaVY/s72-c/2199_Elev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-502048692695431092</id><published>2010-05-05T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:20:37.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Teaser'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Epilogue - Photo Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-IZOSdu81I/AAAAAAAAARo/efIC1hDhnXI/s1600/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467960630846616402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-IZOSdu81I/AAAAAAAAARo/efIC1hDhnXI/s320/waterfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-502048692695431092?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/502048692695431092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-picture-teaser.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/502048692695431092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/502048692695431092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-picture-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Epilogue - Photo Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-IZOSdu81I/AAAAAAAAARo/efIC1hDhnXI/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5675198502154814337</id><published>2010-05-04T22:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:47:38.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-DcP0jC80I/AAAAAAAAARg/2Vhlwyu78mA/s1600/rottentomatoes_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467612111989568322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-DcP0jC80I/AAAAAAAAARg/2Vhlwyu78mA/s320/rottentomatoes_big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it's come to my attention lately that some of you lovely ladies have been nominating me and my collaborators for some awards. Since this is my blog, where better place to pimp myself and encourage you folks to vote / nominate me than here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm Falling For You - my collaboration with Flightlessbird11 was nominated for Best Emmett in the Giggle Snort Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beautiful Mess - my collaboration with Risbee was nominated for Best Bella in the Giggle Snort Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers that be at this awards site have requested more nominations in these categories to get us to the final round, so please nominate us or someone else you consider worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gigglesnortawards.mmmboptastic.com/nominate.php"&gt;http://gigglesnortawards.mmmboptastic.com/nominate.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was recently nominated for Best Author in the All Human Twilight Awards : &lt;a href="http://twilightallhumanawards.webs.com/"&gt;http://twilightallhumanawards.webs.com/&lt;/a&gt; Voting doesn't start till the end of May, but thank you so much to whomever nominated me. You rock! :)&lt;br /&gt;-CPW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5675198502154814337?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5675198502154814337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/wtf.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5675198502154814337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5675198502154814337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S-DcP0jC80I/AAAAAAAAARg/2Vhlwyu78mA/s72-c/rottentomatoes_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6027354755411306020</id><published>2010-05-03T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:32:17.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Teaser'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Epilogue Photo Teaser</title><content type='html'>So, for the next few days, until the epi is posted, I will be tossing up random picture teasers for my lovely readers. So here's number one. Think of it what you will :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S99q1QbmLHI/AAAAAAAAARI/cJr8LlGV4To/s1600/peony-ilex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S99q1QbmLHI/AAAAAAAAARI/cJr8LlGV4To/s400/peony-ilex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467205935827397746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6027354755411306020?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6027354755411306020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-photo-teaser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6027354755411306020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6027354755411306020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolution-epilogue-photo-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Epilogue Photo Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S99q1QbmLHI/AAAAAAAAARI/cJr8LlGV4To/s72-c/peony-ilex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3085528055184220726</id><published>2010-05-02T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:48:48.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>I finally bowed to the peer pressure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S910hy-Rx1I/AAAAAAAAARA/ygPwqO2fxNs/s1600/facebook_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S910hy-Rx1I/AAAAAAAAARA/ygPwqO2fxNs/s400/facebook_logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466653646665140050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there was no peer pressure, just a few folks telling me I should jump on this crazy thing called Facebook. For the record, I was facebooking like 4 years ago but only for personal reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I have one for fanfic. You can find me at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; coldplaywhore fanfiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You can also find my girl Risbee at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Risbee fanfic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;if you want to follow her too. Don't expect us to do any tricks or anything. Potential teasers, chit chat etc will ensue. Do not send me links for farmville, mafia wars or any of those effing games, since wouldn't you prefer me writing fan fic to plowing a garden or some shit like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what I thought. Now rush over there. You can see a picture of my dog LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3085528055184220726?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3085528055184220726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-finally-bowed-to-peer-pressure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3085528055184220726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3085528055184220726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-finally-bowed-to-peer-pressure.html' title='I finally bowed to the peer pressure!!'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S910hy-Rx1I/AAAAAAAAARA/ygPwqO2fxNs/s72-c/facebook_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3574380372473339995</id><published>2010-04-27T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:52:22.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 38 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9eUepClN6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xgGitkScG8M/s1600/GW413H449.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9eUepClN6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xgGitkScG8M/s400/GW413H449.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464999926971053986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Listen okay… there’s nothing wrong between Bella and I. Except for the fact that we are a few thousand miles apart, we are doing pretty good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then what’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bella is just having issues in trusting me and I’m doing everything I can to make everything alright between us. I don’t blame her for worrying because my past is sketchy at best, but she is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Those were her words, not mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Edward, don’t you realize that by proposing, you will alleviate all those fears she has about your commitment to her?” she said as I ran my fingers through my hair and then let out a silent scream. I knew she wouldn’t listen to me about this and I regretted telling her. “I understand this is your life and all that, but I’m just looking out for both of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mom, but really… it’s not the time right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our call ended shortly after that and I was actually shocked she never mentioned it in any further calls we had. Of course, all my hopes of her forgetting were dashed the moment she showed up at my house the day before graduation with my Dad and Bella. They had all travelled together from Seattle and though my parents were staying at a hotel near campus, Bella was staying with me. Shortly after we said our hellos, Esme cornered me in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I brought the ring for you to look at. Just consider it,” she shoved the ring box in my hand and then walked away like nothing ever happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**hoping to post the next chapter this week, with the epilogue to follow a week or two later.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3574380372473339995?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3574380372473339995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-38-teaser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3574380372473339995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3574380372473339995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-38-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 38 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9eUepClN6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xgGitkScG8M/s72-c/GW413H449.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4391330244947663198</id><published>2010-04-23T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:27:40.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 28 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9I6yV-ZTJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bIByyU8SPhw/s1600/78600656_large.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9I6yV-ZTJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bIByyU8SPhw/s400/78600656_large.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463493934520552594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Smells good Mr. Cullen,” she said as she strolled towards me and kissed my cheek sweetly. She eyed up the flowers in a small vase, on my counter and smiled brightly. “Are those for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, they are for my other girlfriend. Maggie and I have become tight since you have me doing thrice daily coffee runs for you,” I said with a laugh as Bella looked at me scornfully.”I’m bringing them to her later, after we cuddle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I need to remind you of my medical condition?” She gestured with her hand towards her side where her incision lay, healing nicely. I rolled my eyes and checked the rice on the stove as the timer went off for the oven. “Wow, you really went all out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s only once your girlfriend turns twenty five. Unless of course you are Hugh Hefner, in which case it happens several times a year.” Just as I was reaching into the stove to pull out the dish with our chicken in it, there was a loud obnoxious knock at the door. I looked at Bella and shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t think anyone would be coming over tonight. At least I hoped not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Emmett, do you wanna help?” I heard Alice ask on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4391330244947663198?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4391330244947663198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4391330244947663198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4391330244947663198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-28.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 28 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S9I6yV-ZTJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bIByyU8SPhw/s72-c/78600656_large.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6266124792192828803</id><published>2010-04-20T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:47:46.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 37 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S82e98WycMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pzt-bbe-Lj0/s1600/can+i+suck+on+it+please!%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S82e98WycMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pzt-bbe-Lj0/s400/can+i+suck+on+it+please!%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462196710081196226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm… mine isn’t wrapped. I was gonna have my mom help me with that when we got back to Forks,” I said with a laugh. “Plus, I only got it earlier today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A last minute gift? Is it a gift certificate to the fruit of the month club?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not quite. Don’t knock my gift by the way. A lot of thought went into it. Alice will vouch for me too,” I said with a kiss to her temple as she then shimmied out of my grasp and went into her closet to get what I assumed was my gift. She came out with a fairly decent sized box that was wrapped perfectly, with a big bow in the center of it, and I felt bad that I hadn’t yet had a chance to wrap mine. I should have had them do it at the store, I cursed at myself. “Okay… so this gift is kinda for both of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it filled with sex toys?” I said with a grin, my voice filled with humor and Bella just shook her head at me as I began shaking the box excitedly. I didn’t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm… is it slutty lingerie?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have I ever worn slutty lingerie?” Bella questioned as I pouted and slowly shook my head. “You want me to wear slutty lingerie?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6266124792192828803?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6266124792192828803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-37-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6266124792192828803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6266124792192828803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-37-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 37 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S82e98WycMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pzt-bbe-Lj0/s72-c/can+i+suck+on+it+please!%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6201868504879468631</id><published>2010-04-18T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:33:47.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 6 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S8vOwBNb2wI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TCqZAzb3big/s1600/kristen_stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S8vOwBNb2wI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TCqZAzb3big/s400/kristen_stewart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461686297470688002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I know... it's been a while since I updated this story, but once The Resolution is done, I will focus on finishing this one next. The latest chapter is with the beta, expect it up sometime this week**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to go over to his apartment, but I needed to get away from Alice. So, I did what I used to do before Edward came into my life… I went to campus and locked myself away in the rehearsal room that used to be my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my favorite chair, playing some of my old favorites on my guitar and then I pulled out my notebook from my backpack, feeling the urge to write about how I was feeling. I was shocked at how quickly a new song came forth, the lyrics filling up my book with little notes and ideas written alongside the margins. When I glanced down at my cell phone, which hadn’t rang since I left the apartment three hours earlier, I noticed it was already five in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach grumbled loudly and I was about to pack all my stuff up and head home to a new big bowl of tomato soup with a side of grilled cheese, my ultimate comfort food, when I heard the door to the room open up and there stood Professor Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I wasn’t expecting to find anyone in here today,” he said simply as I stood up and began packing my things away, feeling a little uncomfortable in his presence. After our last run in, and Edward’s continued insistence that Davis was after something more than seeing me succeed in school, I couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he was right. “How have you been Bella? You’ve been a little quiet in my class as of late.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve been fine Professor. A little overwhelmed with school, rehearsals for the guitar ensemble and my work, but I think I’ve been managing it all alright.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I doubt your boyfriend is making life any easier,” he said with a small grin as I leaned my head down and shoved my notebook into my bag. “He seems a bit overprotective.” When I looked up, Davis was a lot closer to me than previously and had a small grin on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6201868504879468631?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6201868504879468631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/sundrenched-world-chapter-6-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6201868504879468631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6201868504879468631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/sundrenched-world-chapter-6-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 6 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S8vOwBNb2wI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TCqZAzb3big/s72-c/kristen_stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5525686084208872844</id><published>2010-04-05T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:02:25.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 36 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7qWJGn563I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YdYQQDLn3bY/s1600/4422656265_936d182c00_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7qWJGn563I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YdYQQDLn3bY/s400/4422656265_936d182c00_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456838981653752690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So the party wasn’t much fun?” I asked, trying to get us onto a new topic. “Did you dress up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. The entire party was mainly freshmen who were either dry humping strangers against a wall or drinking their weight in tepid beer. It wasn’t my scene, even when I was a freshman,” Edward explained as I heard him shifting on his bed and my smile grew, realizing that for the one of the first times, there was no way Victoria was around for our phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing over there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Getting ready for bed. It’s late here.” I glanced at my clock and noticed it was now 9:30 here, so it was 1:30 in the morning for him. “Why were you in bed so early by the way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was feeling sorry for myself because we had our first argument since you left,” I replied honestly as I shimmied out of my pajama pants and tossed them onto the small chair in the corner of the room. “However, I know how you can make it up to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really,” Edward asked, his voice straining higher in curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you wearing?” I asked boldly as I heard more shuffling on the other end of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If this is going where I hope it’s going, then I’m wearing nothing.” I could hear more noise on the other end of the phone including some footsteps and was instantly concerned. “I also just locked my door, shut off the lights and crawled into bed. Bella, what are you wearing?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5525686084208872844?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5525686084208872844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-36-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5525686084208872844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5525686084208872844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/04/resolution-chapter-36-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 36 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7qWJGn563I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YdYQQDLn3bY/s72-c/4422656265_936d182c00_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5354988725460923444</id><published>2010-03-30T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:53:08.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 25 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7K48h-O2iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nIC_grGFkWc/s1600/20090510183526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7K48h-O2iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nIC_grGFkWc/s400/20090510183526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454625448750144034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. My. God. What did you say?” she asked, and I could hear the anticipation in her voice. I walked into the grocery store and grabbed a basket, immediately seeking out what I needed to make breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The truth,” I said simply, maybe just to get a rise out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which would be…” she said, dragging out the last word, and I could almost see her twisting her head in a way that said ‘quit holding out on me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love him, too,” I said simply. I pulled the phone away from my ear again, prepared this time for the shrieking. I grabbed a carton of eggs and headed over to the meats for the bacon as I waited for Alice to calm down. I put the phone back to my ear when I could hear her voice at a normal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so freaking happy for you, Bella! And I’m sorry Rose and I didn’t tell you, but Edward really wanted to be the one to do it, and we thought you should hear it from him anyway,” she said quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, Al, and it’s okay. I’m glad I heard it from him, and I don’t really care how we got to this point. I’m just so glad that we did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and I talked more about the previous night, while I meandered the store. I picked up some orange juice for Edward and I, and then paid using one of the self-checkout stations. Those stupid things always go wrong, and I had to ask for help, which ended up talking ten minutes longer than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I swear, Alice, I could have been back by now. I bet you he just woke up, too,” I said in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down, Bella,” she laughed. “Your cooter will get some soon.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5354988725460923444?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5354988725460923444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5354988725460923444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5354988725460923444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-25.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 25 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S7K48h-O2iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nIC_grGFkWc/s72-c/20090510183526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4675711279299555646</id><published>2010-03-27T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:24:35.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 35 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S64F90FMYWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/akPRc6H92wI/s1600/picteasetr35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S64F90FMYWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/akPRc6H92wI/s320/picteasetr35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453302758302835042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Now you can't say I never gave ya anything. I'm heading to Niagara Falls tomorrow, the next chapter is with the beta and I hope to post next week, but I had to give you all a little teaser before I left. Enjoy**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house at ten in the morning and headed to Main Street, and grabbed a bunch of gerbera daisies at the flower shop in the heart of downtown. I was thankful that Nessie wasn’t working, so that a scene didn’t have to be made, because I was still livid at that stupid girl. I grabbed some bagels and cream cheese from the store two doors down and drove over to Bella’s intent on surprising her before she had to leave for her test at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, the front door was unlocked, but there appeared to be no one home. I let myself in and Scrappy jumped up excitedly on me, so I rested the flowers and bagels on the counter. He led me to the back door and it was clear he needed to get some business done, so I guided him down the stairs and tied him to his rather massive leash in the backyard to let him roam free for a bit while I went in to find Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as I climbed the stairs I began to get anxious that something was wrong. I had an ominous feeling in my bones, but boy was I fucking wrong. The moment I hit the top step, Bella walked out of the bathroom, her towel dried hair hanging loosely down her bare shoulders and she was holding up the towel around her body very carefully, but when she saw me, she let out a loud shriek and dropped the towel absentmindedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh My God,” she shouted out as she just stood there frozen and my eyes ran the length of her body appraisingly. Fuck, she looked good. Her body was slightly tanned, very tone and oh so appealing. The ring in her belly button looked fantastic too, and I had to admit, it had featured in some of my dreams lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**On a seperate note, this week I became completely enthralled with the story 'The Weight of Words' by georgeygirl. If you are not reading this story, I implore you to get on it. It's a little bit like UoEM, but with a more down to earth quality. Sure it takes place on the University of Toronto campus, but Edward is a TA, Bella is a student and well... that's all I'm gonna say. Go read it. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5463683/1/"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5463683/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4675711279299555646?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4675711279299555646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-35-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4675711279299555646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4675711279299555646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-35-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 35 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S64F90FMYWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/akPRc6H92wI/s72-c/picteasetr35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1745320322422583524</id><published>2010-03-21T12:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:30:34.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 5 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S6ZImK4E-AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Vsi93dvlV58/s1600-h/RobertPattinsonKristenStewartEcl-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S6ZImK4E-AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Vsi93dvlV58/s400/RobertPattinsonKristenStewartEcl-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451124219570354178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you have any pictures of your family?” I asked curiously as Edward walked up behind me with a beer in his hand as I was checking out a picture of him with a group of friends from high school. Edward was wearing a baseball uniform and I had to restrain a laugh because he didn’t seem to me like the kind of guy who enjoyed sports… or group activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My family and I don’t really get along so well. We’re just very different and they wanted me to be someone I wasn’t,” he said simply with a hint of annoyance. I felt his free hand slip around my waist and dip below the waistband of my jeans as he pressed his hard cock against my lower back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like someone who played baseball?” I questioned breathlessly, trying to ignore what he was doing to my body and staying focused. I picked up the frame and ran my finger reverently over the small image of Edward, who looked so happy in the photo it was surprising. “To be honest you don’t seem like the kind of guy who umm… “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Participates?” he asked with a laugh as I nodded my head slowly in response. “I was a lot of things in high school. I was captain of the baseball team, junior class president and even tutored a few kids my senior year. None of it ever felt like something I should be doing with my life. My mother was the one who insisted on my playing baseball and though it was fun for a while, it lost its appeal the older I got.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked by how frank Edward was being with me, but I really didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to know everything about him that he was willing to share with me. So I urged him to continue and was floored at how open he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For the record, this went to beta and pre-readers today. So I hope to post later this week. Sorry for the delay ladies!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1745320322422583524?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1745320322422583524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/sundrenched-world-chapter-5-teaser.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1745320322422583524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1745320322422583524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/sundrenched-world-chapter-5-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 5 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S6ZImK4E-AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Vsi93dvlV58/s72-c/RobertPattinsonKristenStewartEcl-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6048750137705833198</id><published>2010-03-18T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:48:52.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Teaser</title><content type='html'>Are you looking high and low for the new MIFFY teaser? We'll in an effort to show some love to my partner, flightlessbird11, we have posted the teaser over on her blog: &lt;a href="http://flightlessbird11.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flightlessbird11.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and leave her some love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6048750137705833198?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6048750137705833198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6048750137705833198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6048750137705833198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-teaser.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1008843426212669776</id><published>2010-03-15T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:29:53.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 34 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S57Q1IwK5zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eApuRUjjngw/s1600-h/TRBanner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449022210466047794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S57Q1IwK5zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eApuRUjjngw/s400/TRBanner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very next moment a bell sounded over the front door of the diner and we all lifted our heads up from our menus to find Emmett and Rosalie walking in. Rose still acted like she owned the place and I briefly wondered if this was some façade she had built up solely for Forks. She couldn’t be so fill of herself in California could she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed seated, unsure of what to do, and I felt Bella’s hand gently grip my thigh in reassurance. I glanced over at her and stared deeply, resolving myself to face the terror head on because I was doing it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy shit,” Emmett exclaimed in surprise as he walked around the table and clapped me firmly on the back. “Good to see you man. I’m shocked to see you here. Rosie told me about your mom, sorry man.” I stood up and gave him one of those half hug guy things and thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay man. She’s actually glad it happened because it brought me home for the summer and possibly longer,” I stated as I looked down at Bella briefly to find her smiling brightly at me. I turned my head slightly and saw Rosalie walk beside Emmett, her arm wrapping around his waist tightly. “It’s wonderful to see you again Rosalie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can the shit Cullen. Why didn’t any of you tell me he was going to be here?” Rosalie snapped as she looked between Alice and Bella quickly, alternating between the two, as her eyes narrowed in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**This chapter will go to my beta &amp;amp; pre-readers tonight, so expect it before the weekend.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1008843426212669776?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1008843426212669776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-34-teaser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1008843426212669776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1008843426212669776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-34-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 34 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S57Q1IwK5zI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eApuRUjjngw/s72-c/TRBanner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-9221839555917238153</id><published>2010-03-12T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:26:14.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 23 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5rpi5TrZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RHniOr1iJak/s1600-h/1picmiffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 362px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447923484966217554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5rpi5TrZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RHniOr1iJak/s400/1picmiffy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella was just walking back from the bathroom when I cornered her, hoping to talk a little more privately about our situation, but Alice had different ideas. “Bella… how the hell did you get dog hair on your jeans?” she slurred drunkenly as both Bella and my eyes grew wide. Bella hadn’t mentioned she walked the dogs, but I knew she did because I saw her and I knew damn well that Penny walked them. Bella looked up at me and I decided it was best to play dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have a dog, do you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… not really. I um… I dog walk every now and then for some extra cash and fresh air. I do it around Washington Square Park, since most of my customers live in the area. Its fun I guess, and helped me to buy art supplies when I was a bit more of a starving artist,” she replied awkwardly as her hands moved swiftly over the denim of her jeans and she tried to remove all traces of the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pugs shed?” I questioned dumbly as I rolled my eyes at my slip up. I wasn’t supposed to know what kind of dogs Bella walked, because she just fucking told me thirty seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you know I walked a pug?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm… I’ve seen like fifty different pugs in our neighborhood. I was going with a process of elimination,” I said off the top of my head as Bella nodded slowly and I breathed a sigh of relief. This was not going at all like I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Sorry to say that this update will probably be delayed by a few days due to Flightlessbird11's mid terms. It's in progress people, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-9221839555917238153?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/9221839555917238153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-23.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9221839555917238153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9221839555917238153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-23.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 23 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5rpi5TrZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RHniOr1iJak/s72-c/1picmiffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3615302240015410648</id><published>2010-03-10T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:00:24.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 33 - PIC Tease</title><content type='html'>So this is my first picture tease for this story. I felt remorseful that it's been a while (well for me anyways) since the last chapter was posted, so I thought I would be nice to you lovely readers. there is of course a teaser down a few posts for this chapter as well. Enjoy the pic. Curious to know your thoughts on what is going down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5hqgQbrD1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rhRCdtP3wbQ/s1600-h/drivein2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447220851704008530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5hqgQbrD1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rhRCdtP3wbQ/s400/drivein2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress too much. The chapter went to the beta &amp;amp; pre-readers tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3615302240015410648?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3615302240015410648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-33-pic-tease.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3615302240015410648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3615302240015410648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-33-pic-tease.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 33 - PIC Tease'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S5hqgQbrD1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rhRCdtP3wbQ/s72-c/drivein2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-7921823250761265812</id><published>2010-03-05T07:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:44:49.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>New Design</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's true. As you can clearly see I've been messing around with new design ideas for my little blog since I've gotten an influx of readers and to be honest, the last one sucked. I'm more creative than that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all like it. It may change, this is actually the second design in the past eighteen hours. While the design may change, the content will not. Enjoy and Happy Friday! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cpw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-7921823250761265812?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/7921823250761265812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-design.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7921823250761265812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7921823250761265812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-design.html' title='New Design'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8909618097718760405</id><published>2010-03-03T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:34:01.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 33 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S48qDhY06gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vnr1FOJr0fY/s1600-h/8e4ce85ec991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S48qDhY06gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vnr1FOJr0fY/s320/8e4ce85ec991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444616714504694274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the daylight faded to night, I lay down on the couch with my cast draped across my stomach and it reminded me of lying outside on the hard, cool ground with Edward the night before. Scrappy lay down at my side and lifted his head up every time he heard a loud noise on the TV or a car drive down the street. The more I thought about the night before, the more I began to wonder about some of the other things Edward had done over the past few weeks. Last night we had slept under the stars and he had planted me a garden as well. My mind processed the information quickly and I almost slipped and fell again as I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs to my bedroom, pulling my journal out of my bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there was number 10 on my list, ‘Plant a Garden’ and number 15 was ‘Sleep Under the Stars.’ Every time I got a new journal, I would write my list on the very first page so that I could refer to it often and try and mark off as many things as I could. With Charlie &amp; Leah’s support over the past few years I had managed to see the Grand Canyon and go white water rafting, after Charlie took all five of us on vacation to Colorado and Arizona for a week and a half. I marked off number 10 and 15 and then reached for my cell phone, immediately dialing Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?” I asked anxiously after she answered the phone and seemed way too bubbly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8909618097718760405?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8909618097718760405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-33-teaser.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8909618097718760405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8909618097718760405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolution-chapter-33-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 33 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S48qDhY06gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vnr1FOJr0fY/s72-c/8e4ce85ec991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-9200657307671293571</id><published>2010-02-28T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:10:59.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 4- Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4n6spzxYXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i9K3e69hGhQ/s1600-h/20081225123048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443157269698142578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4n6spzxYXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i9K3e69hGhQ/s320/20081225123048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Are you alright Bella?” James questioned as I shoved my phone back into my pocket and I stretched my arm out and touched his shoulder sweetly, giving him the wrong impression completely, but not really caring at that moment. Just like I anticipated, the moment I looked up towards the kitchen and I saw Edward standing there in the doorway, looking completely fuckable in a black Pink Floyd t-shirt that was faded and clearly had seen better days. He narrowed his eyes at me as though he was angry and I simply felt emboldened, by the booze and his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m wonderful James. So you were saying that you guys work under the Editor and he gives you assignments right? Do you get to advise him the type of work you would prefer to do?” I questioned as James’ smile perked up and he began rambling on about how he hated the sports beat and preferred to do local news or politics. It was mundane and his voice annoyed me, but it was having the desired effect because Edward literally looked furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he shoved Blondie’s hand off his shoulder and then ignore her as she tried to speak to him. She gave up a few minutes into my conversation with James, but Edward never once wavered. I seriously think he was trying to do some sort of Jedi mind trick on James and make him disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know Edward, this could all be so easy if you would just acknowledge my existence&lt;/em&gt;, I thought to myself as I pulled my mind away from thoughts of Edward and I tried to focus on what James was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week I get to interview the Dean and I’m planning to ask some hard hitting questions about the increases in tuition that they have scheduled for next fall. I heard the board hasn’t yet approved the increases, but anytime more money is involved it seems like a yes is moments away,” James blabbered on as I felt my phone vibrate again in my pocket and I smiled smugly as I finished off my beer and put my cup down on a small table behind us as I fished the phone out of my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, just give me one minute to check this,” I explained to James with false sincerity as he nodded his head in response. Alice and Jasper took the moment to break away from us and head into the kitchen for a refill, but I turned down their offer for a refill. I had to be in the right frame of mind when fuckery was a foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell him you are spoken for Bella –E&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**There's no current ETA for the next chapter, but I'm thinking before next weekend.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-9200657307671293571?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/9200657307671293571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundrenched-world-chapter-4-teaser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9200657307671293571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9200657307671293571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundrenched-world-chapter-4-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 4- Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4n6spzxYXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/i9K3e69hGhQ/s72-c/20081225123048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8072172598631919541</id><published>2010-02-25T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:04:10.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 21 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4dIGaHQEkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RpFWST7rKnk/s1600-h/111coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4dIGaHQEkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RpFWST7rKnk/s320/111coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442397949626683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I think he got the wrong impression about what I was trying to say to him. I was trying to tell him something, and I think all I did was fuck up an already fucked up situation,” I said in one breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” Alice asked, her tiny brow furrowing in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was trying to tell him about… my online fella,” I said, laughing at Alice’s nickname for PBW. “And I think he may have thought I was talking about your brother,” I said, nodding my head in Rosalie’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well what did you say?” Rosalie questioned, her tone urging me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told him that there was something that I hadn’t told him about, that there was someone else, and not that there is someone else, that there was someone else, but that’s when Garrett decided to make his appearance. Then when I turned around, Edward was gone.” One lone tear escaped as I remembered how barren and lonely I’d felt at the sight of everyone but him standing where he should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well shit, girl. You really dug yourself into a hole,” Rosalie said. I sort of sob-laughed and nodded my head in agreement. “But honestly, I don’t think this is anything you can’t fix, so I suggest we all get a good night’s sleep and decide what to do about this in the morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**We're still on target for a Sunday update btw**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8072172598631919541?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8072172598631919541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-21.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8072172598631919541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8072172598631919541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-21.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 21 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4dIGaHQEkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RpFWST7rKnk/s72-c/111coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4915118993206665111</id><published>2010-02-24T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:15:10.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 32 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4XO9atMTuI/AAAAAAAAANg/DJqCSUS1iz4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4XO9atMTuI/AAAAAAAAANg/DJqCSUS1iz4/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441983279283326690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking casually to Leah about Rosalie and Emmett’s upcoming visit, when I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Edward standing in front of me. “Congratulations Bella,” he said sweetly as he handed me a small bouquet of gerbera daisies, not unlike the ones he gave me on our first date. In fact, if I had to guess, I would say they were the exact same colors as those flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…  thanks,” I mumbled as Leah poked me in the side and I regained my train of thought. “Edward, this is Leah Clearwater. She’s the daughter of my dad’s girlfriend, Sue,” I said genuinely as I introduced them and Leah looked at him skeptically, as could be expected. She shook his hand firmly and Edward glanced down at me with an odd sort of smile. “Leah, this is Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would respond in kind, but I’m a little confused as to what you are doing here,” Leah stated, practically reading my own mind. I couldn’t even recall telling Edward when the hell my graduation was, so seeing him here was a huge surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This was a big day in Bella’s life and I wanted to be here to support her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You weren’t invited.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t take a seat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah looked at him curiously and I could tell she was warming up to him a bit because every time she dished a sarcastic comment or rude glance at to him, he gave it right back at her. Then again, she had several years’ worth of me bitching about the situation and I hadn’t had much of a chance to let her know that we had both exchanged apologies. Knowing Leah though, she would complain that an apology wasn’t enough, even if she did like the guy. “Doesn’t mean you were wanted here.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4915118993206665111?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4915118993206665111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-32-teaser.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4915118993206665111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4915118993206665111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-32-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 32 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S4XO9atMTuI/AAAAAAAAANg/DJqCSUS1iz4/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5355984816897145911</id><published>2010-02-17T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:25:02.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 31 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3y54tY71PI/AAAAAAAAANY/G9SXWEy8tVQ/s1600-h/12x8-alice-cullen-bella-swan-couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439426833864709362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3y54tY71PI/AAAAAAAAANY/G9SXWEy8tVQ/s320/12x8-alice-cullen-bella-swan-couch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are we being graced with the presence of your boyfriend tonight?” he questioned as I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What boyfriend?” I replied casually as I shrugged my shoulders and did my best to make everything seem very casual. I wasn’t in the mood to tell Alice all about the scene in front of the flower shop, how I found out Jacob was cheating and Edward’s involvement in everything. I wasn’t quite there yet. “Jake and I aren’t together anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh thank the lord, our prayers have been answered Jasper,” yelled Alice excitedly as she threw her hands up in the air in celebration, while jasper and I just laughed at her dramatics. “When did this happen? Please tell me you dumped him because even though we pretended to like him, you were way too good for him Bells.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I dumped him Alice. It happened on Sunday and I’d rather not get into all the details right now. I thought we were here to celebrate, not listen to the drama that has been my life for the past week.” Just then, as though the gods were laughing at me, in walked Edward with Carlisle flanking his side. They headed up to the counter, clearly picking up an order to go, but Alice noticed that I was watching him, albeit momentarily and a smug grin immediately crossed her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that Edward?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess so,” I replied as Jasper’s head turned around and he stood from his seat beside Alice and headed to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you know he was back in town?” she questioned, while staring at me. “You did know, you little sneak. Have you seen him? Did he apologize to you for being a jackass of epic proportions? Can you give me some gossip at all?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** For all of you also looking for a 'Maybe I'm Falling For You' Teaser, head on over to flightlessbird11's blog. We posted it there today. Go to: &lt;a href="http://flightlessbird11.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flightlessbird11.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and follow her, then comment on the teaser. She's a needy bitch tonight. I LOVE YOU FLB11 LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5355984816897145911?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5355984816897145911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-31-teaser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5355984816897145911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5355984816897145911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-31-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 31 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3y54tY71PI/AAAAAAAAANY/G9SXWEy8tVQ/s72-c/12x8-alice-cullen-bella-swan-couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-872537964072144938</id><published>2010-02-11T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:24:12.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 30 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Q9E5SPbqI/AAAAAAAAANI/no0PLPPdNYo/s1600-h/twilight-bella-edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Q9E5SPbqI/AAAAAAAAANI/no0PLPPdNYo/s400/twilight-bella-edward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437037804449132194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really thought I would have this chapter posted sometime today, but that clearly isn't going to happen based on my current RL schedule. So, before I get immersed in more work, I decided to send you girls a teaser. Enjoy. Oh, and if you didn't look down before... head past my SW teaser and you will find a copy of Edward's note to Bella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and I left the hospital together, agreeing to dinner and conversation, and we agreed to meet at a small Irish pub near the waterfront. When I pulled into the parking lot, Edward was already waiting for me and he was still somewhat a gentleman and he helped me from the car, holding the door open for me before escorting me in. However, the look on his face told me that even though we had agreed this was just dinner and talking, he saw it as more of a date. I had to squash that thought before he got in his over his head. There was no way I could consider a relationship with Edward right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t drink much, but I think I need a beer tonight,” declared Edward once we were seated at our booth, overlooking Port Angeles Harbor. Our waitress showed up a moment later and I ordered a sweetened tea as Edward ordered a Guinness. When she left, our booth was filled with uncomfortable silence as we both overlooked the menu, unsure of what to eat, and also reluctant to start a conversation, so nothing happened. When our waitress came back with our drinks, we both placed our orders, me for Shepherd’s Pie with a salad and Edward ordered fish and chips with a Guinness Onion Soup to start. I quirked my eye brow at him, finding it interesting that he would order soup in the late May, but he just shrugged his shoulders and I let it pass, as our waitress left us again, clearly sensing the discomfort at our table.&lt;br /&gt;After we both took long pulls from our drinks, I decided enough was enough. “Okay, let’s talk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry. I’m just nervous about what to say to you,” Edward admitted as his fingers danced around the rim of his beer stein.  “I said a lot of what I had wanted to say to you for the past three years yesterday in the truck, but I feel like it was rushed and that you were too focused on the situation with Jacob to really comprehend my apology.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you think I wasn’t listening Edward, then try me again,” I stated a little angry that Edward would think that I wasn’t paying attention. Sure things had been rough yesterday afternoon, but I heard every word Edward said. It had been playing over and over in my mind as I tried to determine what to do about him and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-872537964072144938?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/872537964072144938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-30-teaser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/872537964072144938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/872537964072144938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-30-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 30 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Q9E5SPbqI/AAAAAAAAANI/no0PLPPdNYo/s72-c/twilight-bella-edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5548248282081965252</id><published>2010-02-10T12:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:47:40.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundrenched World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Sundrenched World Chapter 3- Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Lt6GBOpfI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ri0Ve_sgYMo/s1600-h/SWBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436669282493572594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Lt6GBOpfI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ri0Ve_sgYMo/s400/SWBanner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really hoped I would have had the next chapter of this short story up by now, but real life and stuff has interrupted these two mid-coitus. So, how about a teaser instead? Enjoy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw... big thanks to the wonderful Flightlessbird11 for the fuckawesome banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I am looking for some kind of sign,” he admitted as he twirled some fettuccine noodles around his fork and then looked up at me, before placing the food into his mouth. Most of the evening I couldn’t take my eyes off of his mouth actually. It was like it was calling to me or something. Bella, come and suck on my bottom lip. You know you want to. I just shook my head from the thoughts in my mind and went back to our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you ever think to take the things that you enjoy doing and work those into some sort of career direction?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well let’s see. My current favorite things to do are smoke pot, listen to you play guitar and have sex. Anything you can see me doing for the rest of my life based on that?” he asked with a hearty laugh as I joined right along with him, though I clamed up slightly because of the mention of sex. My palms may have even started sweating because the thought of having sex with Edward was something that had been predominant in my mind since the moment I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, not really,” I said with an awkward laugh. “I’ll just have to make it big one day so you can be my groupie.” Edward’s eyes grew wide at my suggestion that he basically follow me around while smoking pot, listening to my music and having sex with me. Yes, I implied he would be having sex with me, and he knew it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5548248282081965252?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5548248282081965252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundrenched-world-chapter-3-teaser.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5548248282081965252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5548248282081965252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundrenched-world-chapter-3-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World Chapter 3- Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3Lt6GBOpfI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ri0Ve_sgYMo/s72-c/SWBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6734723261300624348</id><published>2010-02-09T20:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:34:41.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution - Note from Edward</title><content type='html'>So alot of my lovely readers have asked about what the hell was written in the note Edward left for Bella in her hospital room in The Resolution. I was never intending to put it in the story, but I asked my gal, Flightlessbird11 to whip up this graphic which I hope will please, or appease, the masses. If you want to see a larger version, just click on the graphic and enjoy! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3IJejK8R-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_teVUCleg-E/s1600-h/E%27s+love+letter+to+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436418120631470050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3IJejK8R-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_teVUCleg-E/s400/E%27s+love+letter+to+B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6734723261300624348?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6734723261300624348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-note-from-edward.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6734723261300624348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6734723261300624348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-note-from-edward.html' title='The Resolution - Note from Edward'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S3IJejK8R-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_teVUCleg-E/s72-c/E%27s+love+letter+to+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5924016309703795131</id><published>2010-02-05T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:16:19.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 18 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2zCwT-VNGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsbcB3gV4j4/s1600-h/1camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434932985580565602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2zCwT-VNGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsbcB3gV4j4/s320/1camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey you,” Bella said as she walked in, looking simple yet gorgeous. “Did you know you have a really nosy neighbor?” &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You met Mrs. Petrone did you?” I asked with chuckle before I got nervous about what they could have possibly discussed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that her name? She didn’t give me a chance to get a word in edgewise actually. She kept going on about how you were such a good boy, helped her with groceries and even changed her light bulb once when she couldn’t find anyone from maintenance to help,” said Bella casually as I shook my head, trying to shake off the good deeds I had done for her. I mean, she was like 102 years old; anyone would have done the same. “She also mentioned getting you a Slap Chop for Christmas.” We both broke out into laughter as I closed the door behind Bella and she stepped into the kitchen, her smile growing as she smelled our dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m more than just a pretty face you know,” I said sarcastically as I followed her over to the counter, where she was looking into the bowl where I was mixing our salad. I was anxious, but I shook the nerves from my brain and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me. Bella lolled her head back and rested it against my shoulder as I took the chance to smell her hair and simply breathe in her essence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5924016309703795131?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5924016309703795131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5924016309703795131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5924016309703795131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-18.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 18 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2zCwT-VNGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsbcB3gV4j4/s72-c/1camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5047524017080315863</id><published>2010-02-03T23:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:21:02.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 29 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2pKzvQaTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jvDnhpGzn8w/s1600-h/60642952-7cd9191e93f37a4a3fcce80618802acb_4b61137c-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434238153095007458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2pKzvQaTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jvDnhpGzn8w/s320/60642952-7cd9191e93f37a4a3fcce80618802acb_4b61137c-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; **I promised to get this little teaser out tonight, so god forbid I slacked. I'm hoping to update the next chapter on Saturday, real life permitting**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2pKi25BHSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BOuayaXqAnw/s1600-h/60416408.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What kind of car does Jacob drive?” I questioned curiously as Bella looked over at me with interest and the car behind us began honking because the light had turned green a few seconds earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Black ’67 Mustang. I think he loves that damn car more than me,” she said with a sigh and I gave a small smile, hoping that was true. Bella didn’t seem too heartbroken over it all though, just frustrated and flustered. We started moving forward and I pointed to the car in front of the flower shop before we passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Mustang like that one?” I questioned. Suddenly, everything seemed to move in very slow motion as Bella turned her head to look over at the car and she growled while she nodded her head. It was the sexiest yet most ferocious noise I had ever heard in my entire life, and I knew that it was Jacob she was more frustrated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,” she replied through clenched teeth as she slowed the truck and immediately began looking for a parking space. I watched in trepidation as she parallel parked in front of the yogurt shop we used to go to back in high school and when she finally finished parking, I reached out towards Bella, in an effort to calm her, but she pulled her arm away defensively. “Don’t touch me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. Listen, I think you should just take me back to my parents’ house. No good can come of whatever the hell is about to go down,” I stated as Bella went to open her car door and I reached over and hit the button to lock the doors. “Do you even know what you are going to say to him?” I took a deep breath, reveling in being in such close proximity to her before pulling away and finding Bella’s gaze. She was staring at me angrily and reached over, pulling up the lock before looking to step out of the truck. I followed suit and stayed right behind her as she stalked down the sidewalk towards the flower shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you want to know the truth Edward?” she asked furiously. “I would think that you of all people would want to know if Jake stole this apparent note and took your flowers, claiming them as his gift to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would it make a difference? Would you forgive me?” I asked quietly as Bella stopped dead in her tracks a few feet from the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5047524017080315863?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5047524017080315863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-29-teaser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5047524017080315863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5047524017080315863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/02/resolution-chapter-29-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 29 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2pKzvQaTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jvDnhpGzn8w/s72-c/60642952-7cd9191e93f37a4a3fcce80618802acb_4b61137c-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-9196686276405971618</id><published>2010-01-28T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:43:17.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Teaser - Chapter 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2JLOtK3iMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D8aePwyHGao/s1600-h/MIFFY_fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2JLOtK3iMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D8aePwyHGao/s320/MIFFY_fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431986816577669314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know... what is this fuckery, two teasers in one night? I'm feeling generous. Flightlessbird11 picked out this little teaser, so enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down the street, hand in hand and talked about the most random shit, much like we had done earlier in the morning. It seemed as if Edward was trying to play twenty questions with me. Honestly, it all seemed oddly familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached my place, Edward said that he had some work to do at home, pictures to develop, I guessed. I told him that I didn’t mind and that I’d call him. He stood there for a moment, like he was waiting for me to do something. He leaned in but stopped a few inches from my face, and I felt the warm breath of his exhale on my face. I furrowed my brow and frowned, confused when Edward closed his eyes and pulled away from my face. My expression softened after a moment, when I realized that he was trying to decide if it was okay to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed quietly, my shoulders jerking forward in small movements. Without a word, I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his soft ones. He tasted so sweet, like he always did, and I loved it. Edward smiled into the kiss before capturing my lips with more force, and snaking his tongue into my mouth in such a seductive movement. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down until I was standing flat on my feet again. He grabbed my hips with both of his hands as he bent down. I pulled away slowly, not wanting to let go, but my heart was racing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be afraid to kiss me,” I stated simply as I touched Edward’s cheek with my fingertips. There was a small amount of stubble on his face, due to the fact that he’s stayed the night with me. It felt rough, yet surprisingly wonderful underneath the tips of my fingers, but I wanted to feel it rubbing along other parts of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good, because I really wanted to,” he replied, smirking. He pressed his lips to mine once more, as if to emphasize this new understanding that we had come to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-9196686276405971618?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/9196686276405971618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-teaser-chapter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9196686276405971618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/9196686276405971618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-teaser-chapter.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Teaser - Chapter 17'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2JLOtK3iMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D8aePwyHGao/s72-c/MIFFY_fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-645409331321369155</id><published>2010-01-28T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:37:23.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 28 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2ItsHQ0fTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O06KTDcO_0A/s1600-h/tumblr_ksgxpsqs7N1qzkvq8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2ItsHQ0fTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O06KTDcO_0A/s320/tumblr_ksgxpsqs7N1qzkvq8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431954336449330482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you think I was going to go out of my way to find and confront the guy who broke my heart as I laid in a hospital bed fighting for my life?” I asked in frustration, both at Jacob and Edward, who I still hadn’t managed to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, no….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then stop worrying. Are you still going hunting tomorrow, or later today I guess, with your dad and Quil?” I questioned as Jacob’s hands moved up and down against my arms tenderly. I felt so bad because I knew in my soul I was misleading this man into thinking I had more feelings for him than I really did, but my mind kept rationalizing that in time I could fall in love with him. My heart didn’t think the same way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. How about we meet for breakfast at the diner around nine?” I nodded my head in reply as I heard Scrappy begin scratching at the front door, sensing that Jacob and I were there. I opened the door so that he didn’t start barking and wake up my father and he lapped happily at my hand before giving Jake a small growl. Even after having the dog for almost four years, Scrappy still was not Jacob’s biggest fan.  I was never sure if this dog was smart or just stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob gave me a small kiss on the cheek and I guided Scrappy back into the house. He followed me up the stairs and got comfortable on the bed we had for him on the floor at the foot of my bed. Within minutes of crawling into bed, I had fallen asleep, but it was a tumultuous and short lived period as all my dreams were filled with happy memories of times I shared with Edward, not Jacob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-645409331321369155?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/645409331321369155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-28-teaser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/645409331321369155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/645409331321369155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-28-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 28 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S2ItsHQ0fTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O06KTDcO_0A/s72-c/tumblr_ksgxpsqs7N1qzkvq8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4395629455811460957</id><published>2010-01-21T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:13:34.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 27 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1kBEWBwLyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ph-AAE34kfg/s1600-h/kristen_stewart_taylor_lautner_new_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1kBEWBwLyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ph-AAE34kfg/s320/kristen_stewart_taylor_lautner_new_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429371999915880226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, Chapter 27 contains journal excerpts from Bella's journal, telling what has happened since Edward left in Chapter 25. Enjoy the little teaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 20, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night I felt out of place, as though I wasn’t supposed to be there, but Jacob did his best to reassure me. When I had mentioned to him about Forks High’s upcoming prom a few weeks prior and I was shocked when he insisted we go… together. I was on the fence for the longest time, until he recruited Leah and Sue in his mission. Before I could say no, I was in Port Angeles with them shopping for a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in a simple cream colored goddess style dress and the world’s most uncomfortable shoes, but the night wasn’t all that bad. Unless you count the moment that Jacob tried to kiss me when he dropped me off at the door a few the night was done. I hated that I had to remind him, yet again, that we were just friends, only to have him repeat to me that Edward wasn’t coming back for me. I was quick to say good night to Jacob after that, not eager start a fight with him. I wasn’t waiting for Edward. I just didn’t want Jacob like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4395629455811460957?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4395629455811460957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-27-teaser.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4395629455811460957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4395629455811460957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-27-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 27 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1kBEWBwLyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ph-AAE34kfg/s72-c/kristen_stewart_taylor_lautner_new_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-7127724109229900908</id><published>2010-01-18T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:27:23.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 26 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1UmaRobh1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ln25BuWedWE/s1600-h/rm2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1UmaRobh1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ln25BuWedWE/s400/rm2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428287158716434258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the corner as I ran down Maple Street towards my favorite park and was welcomed by a big gust of cold air. It was early April and we were on the verge of starting exams, so running was the best thing I could to do clear my mind and prepare myself for the upcoming marathon study sessions. As I got going again, I passed a woman walking her small white fur ball of a dog, who reminded me a lot of Mrs. Jameson, my high school health teacher. Well, without the blatant sexuality and crass mouth, of course. I slowed to a jog and for a moment fondly recalled the health class that had really been the catalyst for my relationship with Bella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought about Bella now, I didn’t get angry like I used to, I was beyond that now. I had yet to have a serious relationship since I arrived at college, choosing to have protected sex instead with a few random girls during drunken nights at various parties. None of the encounters ended up being even remotely fulfilling for me and usually ended with me cursing myself for having no willpower the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James liked to point out that I never once had a brunette, wondering if I had some sort of aversion to them, but I just laughed off it off, claiming I didn’t notice, but of course to me it was just another reminder of Bella, and I tried to avoid all reminders of hr during the first few years in New Hampshire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** we only have about 60 reviews to go until we pass the last chapters total. If I don't get there, I should have this posted by Thursday I hope (pending RL fuckery)**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-7127724109229900908?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/7127724109229900908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-26-teaser.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7127724109229900908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/7127724109229900908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-26-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 26 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1UmaRobh1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ln25BuWedWE/s72-c/rm2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1755697840427174500</id><published>2010-01-15T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:21:12.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 16 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1EwkpmTbMI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTROPvvzJ8Q/s1600-h/coffee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1EwkpmTbMI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTROPvvzJ8Q/s400/coffee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427172432158092482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, Bells, just because your mom and I didn’t work out, doesn’t mean we didn’t love each other. Some people just grow apart.” I looked up at him and nodded in response. “I know you hate that we stayed together for so long when we shouldn’t have, but we did it for you. The love that parents have for their kid, it makes them forget about themselves, and sometimes it blows up in our faces,” he laughed and I joined him, trying to process this new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years I’d thought that my parents were being selfish in staying together, trying to prove something to each other by staying married. It wasn’t until then, sitting in a hospital room with my father, that I truly began to understand why they did it. They were both unhappy, that part was obvious, but their love for me overshadowed their love for each other, and how it had faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, I never really saw it that way,” I said finally, the reality of their relationship hitting me like a ton of bricks. The loved me enough to try and make me happy, even though they were happy. They sacrificed so much for me, and I would never be able to thank them enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never regret being married to your mother, Bella. She brought me you and you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” I flew out of my chair for the second time that day and hugged Charlie tightly. “Love you, kiddo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love you, too, Dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**For the record, this chapter is 6k and still going, so expect an epic update in the next few days. Thanks for reading! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you haven't donated to MsKathy's Haiti Relief Charity, then get on it. Flightlessbird11 and I are going to provide a little one shot of how PBW &amp; PennyLane84 met. WOO HOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1755697840427174500?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1755697840427174500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1755697840427174500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1755697840427174500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-16.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 16 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S1EwkpmTbMI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTROPvvzJ8Q/s72-c/coffee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5007596441276556640</id><published>2010-01-13T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:01:13.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 25 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S06I5uFjdZI/AAAAAAAAALg/5gk2qhjx_-Y/s1600-h/002zbepa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426425126233273746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S06I5uFjdZI/AAAAAAAAALg/5gk2qhjx_-Y/s400/002zbepa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my twitter girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Look there's a soundtrack: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XYh_NhQAkQ"&gt;Miranda Lambert's Gunpowder &amp;amp; Lead.&lt;/a&gt; It's Rosalie's ass kicking song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice music choice Rose,” I said sarcastically as I moved closer towards her and she whipped her head around, her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulder as she turned off her truck and hopped down, looking furious. “Did you break a nail? Someone cut you off on your way here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You,” she shouted as she poked me hard in the middle of the chest and her dark eyes narrowed on me as she moved forward, effectively moving me back until I was against the Ford Focus parked two spots over from her truck. “You are a complete fucking asshole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Duly noted,” I replied as her bright red lips tensed into a narrow line and she looked like she was about to rip my head off and feed it to her young. “What’s your problem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why the hell haven’t you gone to see her yet?” she shrieked and I wanted to back away, hell I wanted to run like the wind, but before I had a chance, she had her fingers wrapped around my forearm, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my coat as a light rain fell around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I went to see her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“While she was conscious?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck you Rosalie. You don’t know what I have been going through. Do you think it’s easy to sit back and watch the person you love fade away? How would you feel if it was Emmett in that bed?” I yelled in response, not overly keen at the way she was treating me. Some of our other classmates were filtering in to go to class, but they were all moving slowly, stopping to watch the scene that was unfolding before their eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5007596441276556640?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5007596441276556640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-25-teaser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5007596441276556640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5007596441276556640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-chapter-25-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 25 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S06I5uFjdZI/AAAAAAAAALg/5gk2qhjx_-Y/s72-c/002zbepa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-6985263806969939684</id><published>2010-01-10T16:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:37:11.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundrenched World - New Story Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0pIeP4EBlI/AAAAAAAAALY/VyjPne5MdX0/s1600-h/25157135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425228385616135762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0pIeP4EBlI/AAAAAAAAALY/VyjPne5MdX0/s400/25157135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, you read that right... I have a new story in the works. In fact, the first chapter is with my awesome beta, MaggieMay14, right now and the second chapter is already underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you should be aware of regarding this story, is that it will be short. 12 chapters and a potential epilogue. I have the entire thing outlined but the epi, because I am on the fence about it. The first six stories are told in Bella's POV and the last six are told in Edward's POV. It's based on two specific Joshua Radin songs, the first of which (or Bella's POV) is based on the song Sundrenched World, which is obviously where the title comes from too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FC6TqsaJ2g&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Sundrenched World Video from YouTube.com (best quality I could find online)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough chatter... onto the sneak preview of the new story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wandered down the hallway, carrying all my belongings and looking a bit like a hobo as I struggled to carry everything. Thank god, I didn’t cross another soul before I walked into my favorite rehearsal room. There was one picture window on the left hand side of the room and when I looked out, seeing the view of the parking lot, there were tons of cars stuck in the snow. I had to walk home in this shit, and there was no way that was going to happen, so I tossed my coat into the corner and grabbed my composition book out of my backpack and grabbed my guitar case. I got comfortable in my favorite chair on the far side of the room, and kept an eye on the weather as I worked on my next song. However, inspiration failed me… until I heard his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy hell, there is life in this building after all,” laughed the smooth voice of a rather gruff looking boy who took my breath away. From a distance I could clearly see that he had a disastrous mess of reddish brown hair, dark looking eyes and five o’clock shadow that I wished I could rub my hand over and feel as the roughness brushed against my soft skin. “Why aren’t you getting a ride on the Zamboni parked outside?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell is a Zamboni?” I questioned as he leaned against the door jamb and ran his fingers through his hair, making the mess even worse and ten times more appealing. He was wearing a pair of very worn in dark wash jeans and a dark blue hoodie, his coat draped over his shoulder casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s one of those big ass machines that clean the ice during a hockey game,” he explained as I looked him, my face no doubt filled with pure confusion. However he just looked handsome, rugged and a bit amused. “Ah never mind. You should really be getting out you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could say the same to you,” I replied casually as he strolled into the room, the door closing with a loud click behind him as he sat across from me on the floor and pulled a joint from his pocket. “Are you insane by the way… smoking up on campus?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry to burst you bubble Pippi Longstocking, but you and I are the only two people in this building,” he said as he lit it with ease and look a long drag, looking around the room to appraise his surroundings. “Where the hell am I anyways?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-6985263806969939684?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/6985263806969939684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundrenched-world-new-story-teaser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6985263806969939684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/6985263806969939684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundrenched-world-new-story-teaser.html' title='Sundrenched World - New Story Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0pIeP4EBlI/AAAAAAAAALY/VyjPne5MdX0/s72-c/25157135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4477285833045701247</id><published>2010-01-08T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:01:56.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess Chapter 5 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0fxjD_fubI/AAAAAAAAALA/iBP7dYiJzXY/s1600-h/ABM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0fxjD_fubI/AAAAAAAAALA/iBP7dYiJzXY/s320/ABM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424569860860393906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So since ff.net is being crunty, Risbee and I decided we should give you something since we are delaying posting the chapter until it pulls it's head out of it's ass. So here ya go... enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, fill me in.  Should I just go ahead and leave this morning or am I okay to stay for another week?  At least tell me if I was funny.  Please, please don't tell me I cried.  Shit.  I cried, didn't I?"  I sat down on the floor and hid my face in my knees and rocked from side to side.  Fanfuckingtastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, Bella.  You were not that bad. Definitely entertaining... hysterical even.  There were no tears, some serenading...maybe a few choice words for Edward.  Oh, and you were on a boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I declared emphatically as Angela simply nodded her head supportively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, definitely on a boat, but it was fine after Edward took you home, really.  By the time we're thirty, nobody will remember anything," she laughed as she passed a brown paper bag from the Forks Diner my way.  The bottom was almost transparent from the grease.  Bless her little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next few minutes piecing together the events from last night and by the time I was finished with my food Angela had talked me off the ledge enough that I had decided it was safe to stay in town until I left for London in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4477285833045701247?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4477285833045701247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-mess-chapter-5-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4477285833045701247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4477285833045701247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-mess-chapter-5-teaser.html' title='A Beautiful Mess Chapter 5 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0fxjD_fubI/AAAAAAAAALA/iBP7dYiJzXY/s72-c/ABM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-516700231083053729</id><published>2010-01-02T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:28:36.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIFFY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Falling For You Chapter 15 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0AOzY7YEyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PJlfenWBK1M/s1600-h/Edward-Emmett-New-Moon-edward-cullen-8851578-600-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0AOzY7YEyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PJlfenWBK1M/s400/Edward-Emmett-New-Moon-edward-cullen-8851578-600-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422350227381687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay… anyways, let’s talk about Edward’s issues now,” said Jasper as he sat down on the couch beside Emmett and I grabbed a seat in my leather armchair, one of my more recent purchases in my attempt to decorate this place. “So… Bella huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would be a no go actually,” I said casually as both guys looked at me with wide eyes, apparently just as shocked as I was at the most recent turn of events. “Yeah… apparently she’s interested in someone else and even though she liked me, she didn’t like me enough to want anything else. I’m over it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?” questioned Emmett knowingly. “You’re over it… just like that? Didn’t you have a date with her last night?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When did this date end?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly and mumbled out a quiet ‘this morning’ that was caught by both of them. “Listen, it’s not like it seems. Yeah… she’s good, but she wants someone else. What am I supposed to do… force her to like me?” I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the feeling I had of not being good enough for her that I had earlier in the morning when we agreed to remain friends. “It’s besides the point though cause I am going to meet Penny tomorrow.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-516700231083053729?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/516700231083053729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-15.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/516700231083053729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/516700231083053729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-im-falling-for-you-chapter-15.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Falling For You Chapter 15 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/S0AOzY7YEyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PJlfenWBK1M/s72-c/Edward-Emmett-New-Moon-edward-cullen-8851578-600-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1058340286512087782</id><published>2010-01-01T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:46:59.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess Banner</title><content type='html'>In the recent Fandom Gives Back Auction, I purchased the fuckawesome banner services of my girl Flightlessbird11 to create a banner for my new collaboration story, A Beautiful Mess, that I write with Risbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ms. FLB11 surprised the hell out of me with this lovely little gem. All Risbee could manage to say was "Dude" because she too couldn't help but notice the resemblence between the guy on the right and Rob. Yes, Rob is always my Edward... I am that loyal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, enjoy the lovely banner, lord knows we did oh and Happy New Years! Bonne Annee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sz40njfo7MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DZHGlaJdUjo/s1600-h/ABM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421828855548144834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sz40njfo7MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DZHGlaJdUjo/s400/ABM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1058340286512087782?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1058340286512087782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-mess-banner.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1058340286512087782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1058340286512087782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-mess-banner.html' title='A Beautiful Mess Banner'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sz40njfo7MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DZHGlaJdUjo/s72-c/ABM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4711441159485287372</id><published>2009-12-28T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:02:56.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 23 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SzkAsn89T3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/BGCoyWC7pE8/s1600-h/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364393156005746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SzkAsn89T3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/BGCoyWC7pE8/s320/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I just posted Chapter 22 this morning, but I've been on a roll, finally breaking through the block I've been suffering through for the past month or so. Anywhoo, enjoy the teaser:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a much stronger woman than I am,” Esme said quietly as I squeezed her hand back in return, letting her know I supported her. “He’s going to try and come to see you soon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, he’s not Esme. I’m not foolish enough to believe that. It’s been over a week, I’m tired of people making excuses for him. To be honest, even if he did show up here on his knees groveling, I’m not sure I would want to talk to him. I know he’s your son, but I’m finding it very hard to be understanding when I am sitting here in a hospital bed unsure if I will be alive next week,” I stated emphatically as Esme nodded her head slowly. We had always had this rather honest friendship, even when I was younger and she visited me almost as much as my dad or my best friends had. Esme was like the mother I always wanted when I was sick the first time around, and even though I wanted her in the same capacity now, I knew she had a loyalty to her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just know he is suffering too Bella. He’s never been in love before and to find out right after you have confessed your love that the person who you want more than anything in the world is sick… well to put it mildly, he is falling apart,” she stated honestly as I nodded my head, urging her to continue. I was taking a sick sort of pleasure in knowing that Edward was suffering just as much as I was. “He’s a shell of his former self Bella. Even before he started dating you he still functioned normally, but these days… he’s not as strong as you Bella.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you have read the teaser, head on over to P.I.C's Fan Fic Corner, the link is on the right under my favorite blogs and check out my 'Underappreciated Fic Week.' Today's recommendation is 'Fighting For Love' by LexyW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4711441159485287372?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4711441159485287372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-chapter-23-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4711441159485287372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4711441159485287372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-chapter-23-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 23 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SzkAsn89T3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/BGCoyWC7pE8/s72-c/pattinson-D-0912-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1626843118071488007</id><published>2009-12-20T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:06:40.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>American Boy - Epilogue Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sy7KF_IJXnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hLwh605ETaw/s1600-h/1e5q84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417489605967044210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sy7KF_IJXnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hLwh605ETaw/s320/1e5q84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to have this chapter up already, but RL demands over the past few days have prevented me from writing. I am hoping to get the epi to my beta tonight, so wish me luck! Enjoy the teaser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Wait bud, that’s for your Daddy, we’ll give it to him in a minute,” I said as I grabbed the thin box from Hayden’s hands and rested it in my lap before I opened the small box and gasped at the diamond earrings that laid within it. “These are beautiful Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Not as beautiful as my wife,” he replied genuinely as he leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, with Hayden trying to steal the box from my lap. “What’s this?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is your gift. I didn’t spend nearly as much on it as you did on mine though,” I said remorsefully as I handed it to him and Hayden crawled into my lap. I wrapped my arms around Hayden and watched intently as Edward tore open the wrapping paper of the small narrow box and then pulled off the top to find a t-shirt folded up neatly within it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A shirt… thanks baby,” he said quietly, sounding a little disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Read the shirt,” I said anxiously as he quirked his eye brow and then unfolded it, holding it up for what seemed like a really long time before he brought it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you serious?” he asked as his eyes lit up with excitement and I simply nodded my head. Edward leaned forward and kissed me, with a little more passion this time, squeezing Hayden between the two of us as he showed me just how excited he was. “This is the best gift ever.” I couldn’t help but smile as Edward pulled away and yanked off the shirt he was already wearing to replace it with his new one which read, &lt;em&gt;‘ Be kind to me, my wife is pregnant&lt;/em&gt;.’ “When are you due? Do you even know? When did you find out?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1626843118071488007?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1626843118071488007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-boy-epilogue-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1626843118071488007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1626843118071488007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-boy-epilogue-teaser.html' title='American Boy - Epilogue Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sy7KF_IJXnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hLwh605ETaw/s72-c/1e5q84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-8795683904204692228</id><published>2009-12-16T07:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:00:33.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 22 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyjZ50ENIBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XE0CkSCqSpE/s1600-h/46656323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415818139165073426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyjZ50ENIBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XE0CkSCqSpE/s320/46656323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I've had a bit of writer's block with TR, which you would know if you read the latest chapter of A Beautiful Mess, where I wrote it in the A/N. Not to look for pity, but between RL, work and everything else, the fact that I haven't been able to focus on TR is driving me nuts. So instead of stressing, I worked on some one-shots and other stories in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;However, since the holidays are fast approaching, I decided not to be a grinch and to post a teaser of the upcoming chapter. I promise to get it to you as soon as possible. But think positive, even when I'm blocked my updates only take a few weeks at best! Happy Holidays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started driving, with no particular destination in mind, the snow laden trees passing by me as I drove out of town and towards one of the places that reminded me the most of Bella. I hadn’t meant to come here, but it was like the car was taking me without my permission. The parking lot was slightly slick, but I didn’t care. I parked towards the back of the lot, the trunk of my car backing onto the tree line behind it and then I got out and for some reason, decided to sit on the hood of the car, as snow started to fall around me. I then let out a deep breath as I stared at Lake Olympia where I had watched Bella all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my legs up to my chest in an effort to keep warm and my mind began running through everything that had happened this afternoon. Bella was sick, and it wasn’t any of this cough due to cold shit either. She was very sick, which first made me wonder why the hell she was still in school. Shouldn’t she be in the hospital getting better? Shit... did she even want to get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratched anxiously at my scalp, my wet hair threading effortlessly through my fingers as I grabbed at the back of my neck, which was one of my nervous habits. I couldn’t shake the image of Bella lying on the couch, looking so fragile and heartbroken. She thought I was leaving her and it was the moment her father told me she was sick that I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I can’t tell you. You’ll leave me Edward. They always fucking leave me. Just like Renee left me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-8795683904204692228?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/8795683904204692228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-chapter-22-teaser.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8795683904204692228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/8795683904204692228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution-chapter-22-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 22 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyjZ50ENIBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XE0CkSCqSpE/s72-c/46656323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5766006303582293154</id><published>2009-12-13T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:07:29.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Boy Wedding Outtake Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyWd1_Z41CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EcQ-Jbt_p6M/s1600-h/20090215175211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyWd1_Z41CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EcQ-Jbt_p6M/s320/20090215175211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414907677861532706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I will be posting the wedding outtake next, rather than the epilogue. I could say I was bowing to peer pressure, but since it was fairly evenly split about who wanted the epilogue and who wanted the outtake, I just let my fingers write what they wanted to. Enjoy the teaser. Expect the update in a day or two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last bits of our meal were finished, I was kinda desperate to get out of my wedding dress. “Do you mind if I go change?” I questioned Edward as he helped me off of his lap and I slowly smoothed out the dress, his eyes watching me the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I kinda mind. I was hoping to get my wife out of her dress,” he said with a sly grin as he stood up and came in front of me, wrapping his arms around me and grabbing the top of the zipper at the back of my dress.  My chest was pressed tightly against his as I felt his hands skillfully though slowly pull the zipper down until it would go no further, his hands moving slowly back up my body against the now bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very good job Mr. Cullen,” I replied seductively as Edward turned me around so that my back was now against his chest and he slowly pushed my dress down onto the floor. His hands were all over me, tempting me as he moved them tenderly across my midsection before practically ghosting them up to my breasts, which he cupped firmly, before leaning forward, his mouth right against my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll be thinking that for the rest of the night Mrs. Cullen. Just how good I truly can be,” he said breathily, causing a shiver down my spine and affecting my entire body. “For the record, there is absolutely no reason for you to change. In fact, I think you are wearing far too many clothes.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5766006303582293154?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5766006303582293154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-boy-wedding-outtake-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5766006303582293154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5766006303582293154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-boy-wedding-outtake-teaser.html' title='American Boy Wedding Outtake Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SyWd1_Z41CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EcQ-Jbt_p6M/s72-c/20090215175211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-5366143893755845168</id><published>2009-12-04T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:31:24.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess Chapter 1 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxnT9T72IRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LF4lK1RJmL4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxnT9T72IRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LF4lK1RJmL4/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411589477539127570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my loyal readers know that my girl Risbee and I did a one-shot entitled 'London Calling' for the Naughty Heels Anonymous 80's Music Contest, which ended last month. We placed 2nd (pat on the back) and decided to run with the story and extend it. The o/s will be written more in depth and include more of their past, their romance and their future. We are hoping to post the first chapter very soon, but in the meantime... enjoy a small teaser of Chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat back against her headboard, playing random games of thumb war as I told her about what I wanted to do.  I outlined everything I saw us doing over the summer, leaving out the hot sex and making out I had fantasized about, but I knew there would be a lot more involved than just hanging out. I had no idea how the hell I was going to verbalize my thoughts and feelings for her. Perhaps Hallmark made a card for such an occasion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m emotionally stunted, but I have loved you forever. Wanna be my girl and have lots of sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah that probably isn’t a good idea,” I muttered quietly to myself as Bella looked up from our joined thumbs and stared at me curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What isn’t a good idea?” she questioned, obviously having heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm… running with scissors?” I said randomly as I shrugged my shoulders and she looked at me with an endearing smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are so fucking weird, but I love it,” she said sweetly as I pressed her thumb down and declared myself the winner of our latest battle. However, I would truly be the winner if she had said she loved me. That would be epic. I brushed my hand slowly down Bella’s arm and watched as goose bumps broke out. I was about to say something in response to her, but the door suddenly flew open and there stood Bella’s mom, Renee, looking frazzled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-5366143893755845168?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/5366143893755845168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-mess-chapter-1-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5366143893755845168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/5366143893755845168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-mess-chapter-1-teaser.html' title='A Beautiful Mess Chapter 1 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxnT9T72IRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LF4lK1RJmL4/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-4451817018021542158</id><published>2009-11-30T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:11:23.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Boy Chapter 39 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxRfIf5GgkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jfwzA9Z85gs/s1600/AmericanBoyBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxRfIf5GgkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jfwzA9Z85gs/s320/AmericanBoyBanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410053651983401538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly... Can you believe this is the last official chapter? There's an epilogue and an outtake of their wedding to follow, but hopefully tomorrow I will be posting the last chapter. Oh, how they have come so far. Enjoy the Teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you remember this one?” I asked of Edward as I was pulled from my daydream about our past. It was still so amazing to me how far we had come together. We were standing in front of ‘Sunflowers’ by Van Gogh again and I looked down at Hayden who was now fast asleep, his little arms wrapped around the stuffed toy of Leonardo Da  Vinci we had gotten him from the gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I remember it and I still don’t like it,” laughed Edward as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. Every time we were together like this, I felt like a puzzle piece that was matched with its perfect piece. I looked up at him with a wide grin on my face and kissed him sweetly. “Are you trying to mystify me into liking it cause it won’t happen. It looks like a mess.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t try to make you like it baby,” I said genuinely as I entwined my fingers in his and rested my head against his shoulder; reveling in the moment of solitude we had been granted. “It is beautiful though, even though your untrained eye doesn’t see it. Let’s go check out some of the other masterpieces before the little troublemaker wakes up.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-4451817018021542158?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/4451817018021542158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-boy-chapter-39-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4451817018021542158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/4451817018021542158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-boy-chapter-39-teaser.html' title='American Boy Chapter 39 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxRfIf5GgkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jfwzA9Z85gs/s72-c/AmericanBoyBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-1109933050762430907</id><published>2009-11-27T22:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:57:35.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resolution'/><title type='text'>The Resolution Chapter 21 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxCfcvdXTYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qmim5Qcn2gs/s1600/ujfyilgkhbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxCfcvdXTYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qmim5Qcn2gs/s320/ujfyilgkhbg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408998468596747650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell do you know?” I asked him angrily as he raised his hands and shook his head in the negative fiercely. Jasper looked downright scared as he put his arms down to his side and began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen man …” he began to say as Alice and Bella strolled out of the main building of the school and wandered over to join us. Alice wrapped her arm tightly around Jasper’s waist as he finally found the courage to finish speaking. “Contrary to what you think, I know nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ain’t that the truth,” Emmett called out as he walked up behind Jasper and smacked him upside the back of the head. “I still have no idea how you will manage to graduate this year, Ricky Bobby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for the support douchebag,” responded Jasper, the frustration clear in his voice. The two boys continued arguing over nothing, with Alice and Rosalie joining in to support their men, which was a bit asinine in my opinion. “I’ll have you know I did excellent on my SAT’s. I have a 660 in critical reading, 640 Math and 700 in writing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the fuck?” stated Emmett, his mouth opened wide in shock. “Those are better than my scores… and Rosie’s too man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well just because I can’t afford to go to a good school, doesn’t mean I’m a fucking idiot Emmett,” declared Jasper as he pulled his friend into a headlock and began rubbing his fist furiously against Emmett’s scalp, making him fight as hard as he could against Jasper’s machinations. “Come on Emmett, say I’m smart asshole.”There was a bunch of grunts and groans coming from Emmett, but not once did he admit that Jazz was smarter than him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-1109933050762430907?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/1109933050762430907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/resolution-chapter-21-teaser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1109933050762430907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/1109933050762430907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/resolution-chapter-21-teaser.html' title='The Resolution Chapter 21 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SxCfcvdXTYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qmim5Qcn2gs/s72-c/ujfyilgkhbg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116331267318985116.post-3148998392831922323</id><published>2009-11-23T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:01:42.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Boy Chapter 38 - Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SwtMjdm2FsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HlunujHegAQ/s1600/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407499949715101378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SwtMjdm2FsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HlunujHegAQ/s200/s640x480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SwtMWSsknYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-00vNwtAyDI/s1600/tumblr_ksgxpsqs7N1qzkvq8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had barely left the city and were travelling northeast on 15 when Charlie began fidgeting nervously in the seat beside me. “Is my driving making you anxious Charlie?” I questioned as she shook his head in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, I’m good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure?” I asked again, sensing that something was up with him and he was just not being forthright with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… but I was kinda wondering something,” he said calmly as I looked at him quickly before turning my eyes back to the road. God forbid I was caught not paying attention by my police chief father in law. “Are you and Bella going to have more kids?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad,” Bella shouted loudly from the back seat, scaring Hayden so much he started to cry. Bella was quick to soothe him and he fell back into a peaceful sleep as I shook my head slowly, unsure of how to answer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eventually Charlie. We are in no hurry you know, since we just got the house are getting established in our careers and what not,” I stated emphatically as I heard him concur from beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We just think you shouldn’t wait too long,” he replied as I heard Bella gasp from the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you seriously sitting there encouraging me to have sex with my husband, so that you can have more grandchildren?” she asked as I heard him groan a little and then open the window a bit, as though it was suddenly stuffy in the car. “Well, you mentioned it Dad.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116331267318985116-3148998392831922323?l=coldplaywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/3148998392831922323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-boy-chapter-38-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3148998392831922323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116331267318985116/posts/default/3148998392831922323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldplaywhore.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-boy-chapter-38-teaser.html' title='American Boy Chapter 38 - Teaser'/><author><name>coldplaywhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15772239289913236303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/Sp_Y8GHRabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HyKDfGcj3kY/S220/3148337705_26d2f413ec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSoCZAoyvMo/SwtMjdm2FsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HlunujHegAQ/s72-c/s640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
