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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Sept 6, 2007 21:59:28 GMT -5
I hate that feeling.
But it's nice to see you're not succumbing. Unlike some of us....
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 6, 2007 22:21:54 GMT -5
Yes, I'm extremely stubborn, which comes in very handy when I feel like quitting a project, or I have writer's block, but I force myself to go forward and NOT give in.
Even if I have to put aside what I'm working on for a while, I never let myself give up on it completely.
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Post by Semesther, the Dolphin Vampire on Sept 7, 2007 17:22:08 GMT -5
It's going great! Love it! *hugs*
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 7, 2007 19:36:52 GMT -5
*hugs back* Thank you!
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Sept 7, 2007 21:30:17 GMT -5
You should update.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 7, 2007 23:37:26 GMT -5
I know, I will be soon. I just have to get my muse to cooperate. XD
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Sept 8, 2007 10:35:45 GMT -5
Amen, sister.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 8, 2007 20:24:05 GMT -5
[Sorry for my lack of updates lately, but I'm sure you all know what a pain writer's block can be and that-- along with my OCD --seems to be the case with me lately. Arrrgh! Anyway, here is chapter 15. It's not that great and is only a little over a page long, but I did work really hard on it and will probably add to it later, but I wanted to offer you guys something as a thank you for being so patient with me. Anyhow, enjoy.] Chapter 15 His head cradled in his hands, Jerome sat alone in the parlor, staring in despair down at his feet. For the past hour, only one question had remained on his mind— a question he feared would never be answered: How could this have happened?It wasn’t really a question of “how”, but of “why”. Why did the lives of he, Esmé and Carmelita seem to be filled with nothing but heartache and plagued by circumstances that were completely out of their control? Why had people like Geraldine Julienne set out to exploit them and make their lives miserable? And why couldn’t Maxwell Squalor understand that his son was more than willing to give Esmé and Carmelita a stable home and all the love and support they needed for as long as they needed it? Why was the world such a cruel and unforgivable place? Jerome felt a tear trickle down the side of his face just then. Leaning his cheek in his hand, he turned his face towards the opening of the parlor and stared out at the silent hallway. Esmé hadn’t come out of her room all morning, and Jerome was beginning to worry. The look on her face when he had walked into the kitchen and found her sitting at the table examining the front cover of The Daily Punctilio was not an image that would leave his mind any time soon. On the outside Esmé had appeared so calm and in control, but on the inside anything could be happening. Jerome wanted her to talk to him, to open up to him like Carmelita had, but Esmé was a completely different person. She may have been equally stubborn, but she wasn’t as willing to reveal her emotions. Jerome rose silently from the armchair in which he had been sitting and left the parlor, making his way down the hall in the direction of the master bedroom. He knocked first, and waited for an answer. When none came, he turned the knob and was surprised to find the door unlocked. Pushing it forward, he stepped into the room. Esmé was sprawled out across the unmade bed, still dressed in her white silk nightgown with its matching transparent overlay, her face buried in the pillow. As Jerome drew closer, he could tell by the way her shoulders trembled that she was crying. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder, and the moment he did Esmé completely fell apart, her trembling transforming into uncontrollable sobs that broke Jerome’s heart. “Esmé,” he said softly, brushing her dark hair away from her pale, tear-stained face to reveal a pair of devastated blue eyes. Like a frightened child, Esmé crawled into Jerome’s outstretched arms and buried her face in his chest. Her sudden vulnerability surprised him and, in a way, pleased him. Ignoring the fact that her tears were quickly soaking through the material of his shirt, he put his arms around her and held her the way he had always wanted to hold her; in a way that she had never even let him until just now.
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Post by Amy Lee ALOE Aunt Jo on Sept 8, 2007 21:27:05 GMT -5
Awwwwww! That was so cute. You know what this story needs? Jerome getting some action. ... Just kidding.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 8, 2007 22:05:22 GMT -5
*cracks up*
Thanks for making me smile, Amy. XD
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Post by Semesther, the Dolphin Vampire on Sept 9, 2007 11:55:32 GMT -5
Awwwwww. I lovin' it!
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Post by LuLu on Sept 9, 2007 13:15:22 GMT -5
Great chapter,Emma!
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 9, 2007 13:19:48 GMT -5
Thanks, Carmy!
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 9, 2007 15:12:21 GMT -5
[Okay, guys, here is the rest of chapter 15. God, I almost got embarrassed writing this... I feel like I mangled Jerome's character. Nooo! I hope I didn't make him sound like a monster... I don't think I did. I'm probably just paranoid.] Late morning soon slipped into early afternoon, and the afternoon into evening, until eventually the sun had set behind the clouds and darkness had fully enveloped the penthouse from outside. Jerome had spent most of the day sitting quietly with Esmé in her room, listening to her as she wept softly in his arms and doing his best to console her. For lunch he had made her a tuna fish sandwich with some red grapes on the side and a glass of milk, all of which he had laid out on a tray and placed on the nightstand beside her bed. She hadn’t touched the sandwich or grapes, but forced herself to drink half a glassful of milk after he had insisted, if mainly for the baby’s sake. Esmé was more than a month along in her pregnancy now, and Jerome could barely tell a difference. During the early days of their marriage, he had often tried to picture what she would look like pregnant, since she had made it quite clear from day one that she never intended to have any children of her own. This had, of course, disappointed him immensely, but what could he do? He certainly wasn’t going to argue with her. Still, there was something about a woman in her maternity state that was so very beautiful, and Jerome couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of excitement at the thought of soon getting to see this side of Esmé. She was going to look so beautiful with a big pregnant belly— he actually started to worry about how he would manage to keep his hands off her. Esmé murmured softly just then from where she had fallen asleep, curled up in Jerome’s arms. He smiled, grateful that she appeared to have found a little peace after such a hectic day. The days to follow were sure to be even worse, and so it was good that she got as much rest as possible in order to face them. He hated to wake her, but it was dinnertime, and she hadn’t eaten anything all day. “Esmé,” he said softly, and shook her gently. “Wake up. Come with me into one of the kitchens and I’ll make you something to eat.” Esmé’s eyelids fluttered open and she turned her head so that she was looking at Jerome upside-down. “What time is it?” she asked drowsily. “Six-thirty. I didn’t plan anything for dinner, but I can make you some soup and a sandwich if you want.” “That sounds good. You’re sure it wouldn’t be any trouble?” Jerome smiled warmly. “Of course not,” he replied. “I enjoy doing things for you. And you’re pregnant now, remember? It’s important that you don’t overexert yourself.” Esmé smiled a little at these words, and Jerome would have jumped for joy had it not been for the fact that his wife’s head was laying in his lap. “I would hardly call making myself something to eat overexertion,” she said. She sounded a little like her old self now, her tone much like it was when she talked about all of the things that were ‘in’. Jerome knew Esmé’s newfound cheerfulness would only last as long as she didn’t have to think about the situation that they would ultimately be forced to deal with. At least for now, they could pretend that their lives were normal.
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Post by LuLu on Sept 9, 2007 15:23:45 GMT -5
Luv it!
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