I told my father that I hated him once ( Read more... )

You know the stories. Grow up in the Church, hearing their stories, and you know about betrayal.

You think you do, anyway, si? It's never that simple, though. Even in the stories, there was more. There was more than the kiss.

Betrayal is in the eye of the beholder. Cada uno habla de la feria segun le va en ella. What one considers betrayal ( Read more... )

My pups and I will be scarce to nonexistent for the next... oh, month and a half, about. I'm spending nearly all of July and much of August studying abroad, but I'm going to be leaving a week early so I've got some time to travel on my own. Not leaving until Tuesday, but this weekend is looking to be really busy, with the family wanting to cram ( Read more... )

Caragh's packed. She's only brought clothes for a few days, and pajamas, of course. And a case of water bottles that she got from the store. That's all Clay told her to worry about for the trip, water and warm clothes ( Read more... )

Sunrise comes earlier and earlier, and sometimes she's awake to see it, especially if she's on her way to work, and sometimes she isn't ( Read more... )

Her dreams have got worse, and she's getting skinnier ( Read more... )

She got lost, once. In the marketplace, in the streets. She was very small, and everyone in the neighborhood knew everyone else, so really, there was very little to fear; someone would have known her, would have picked her up and found Mamá, kept her with them till Mamá came 'round again ( Read more... )

She doesn't eat much these days. It's been that way for a few months now. She's been eating a little less with every week that passes ( Read more... )

You're joking, right? Of all the...

Of course they can. For god's sake.

Is cold. Cold, cold, cold.

Too damn cold.

Si, this is, in fact, news to me. There were no seasons in Tranquility City. Why would there be?

Cold.