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Intuition

Cat Grant had always lauded herself to being a reporter, a writer, above all other things in this world. Being the owner of a media conglomerate possibly landed as a close second, despite the emptiness it had created in her life via family relations, but it was as close to something that made her feel like she was doing positive work in the eyes of her mother. Continue reading “Intuition” »

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Switched

11:17 PM Somewhere outside of Area 51

Scully awoke to what sounded vaguely like popcorn popping. The sound was familiar to her but still half-asleep, it took her awhile to realize it was the sound of rain beating against the roof of the car. She looked at the car clock – 11:21. But something was wrong. The clock never looked like that to her. It was the wrong angle for the shotgun seat. Continue reading “Switched” »

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Angels and the Truth

When I was young my mother told me that God loved me, and that there were angels, guardian angels who looked over us, who protected us, who saved us. And it is until now I see that there is no such thing. I see no angels have ever looked over me. I see no angels saving me. I see myself getting pulled into a deeper, darker whole. I’m drowning in my own emotions. I’m at an all time low, and I will not allow the one person that I trust, that I care for with all my heart to get pulled down with me. It is not going to be allowed. I will not let this deep dark whole swallow her along with me. Continue reading “Angels and the Truth” »

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Fixed

It was a Wednesday night at Syd’s. A group of business men retiring from a day filled of accountants, percentages and growth profits ate their meal quietly. A laugh every so often was let loose when a humorous comment was made concerning the latest baseball game. A television in the background displayed the latest celebrities’ trials and tribulations. The bar was filled with the sound of an ever popular hit from some not so famous band of the nineties. The place was almost empty, almost. Continue reading “Fixed” »

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Squint passports and chopsticks

With a shake of her head Dr Temperance Brennan placed a small plastic card of the bar and walked over to her co-workers’ table. She ignored Angela’s raised an eyebrow and contemplated her noodles. And Special Agent Seeley Booth’s back. She could see his jacket bunch and relax as he stretched to pick the card up and flip it over in his hands. Continue reading “Squint passports and chopsticks” »

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Oh Crap

Residency wasn’t at all what I thought it would be. I thought I would just be working on patients, saving lives, you know- the normal stuff. I was an idiot. You know those souvenir shirts that are like, “I went to –state exotic destination here- and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”? Well they should have one for the residents here at Seattle Grace…it would go a little something like this: “I got accepted to one of the best surgical residencies in the country and all I did was fuck my boss, baby-sit an Alzheimer’s patient (who is also the mother of the girl you have a crush on), work late hours (then proceed over to the bar to get wasted), get syphilis, and operate on a heart in an elevator.” Don’t get me wrong, but this hospital has more drama than my high school did. Continue reading “Oh Crap” »

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The Decision

Lorelai sat absently staring at the blank screen on the TV. How was she going to tell Rory? What was Rory going to say? She didn’t think it would happen. She just wanted to see if she could get it and she did. She couldn’t make this decision alone. She got up slowly looking around, did she really want to do this.
Lorelai stood at the front of Rory’s bed watching her. Her daughter was her life. Everything revolved around her. She had to make the right decision for Rory’s sake. Continue reading “The Decision” »