Thursday, November 19, 2009

What's the Hold Up?

Hey guys! I promise I've been working on the new stories. I'm trying to get the majority of them finished before I start posting... that way I can do quicker updates, and there won't be any chance of abandonment or hiatus. (Those kill me.) Love you people. That's all for now!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Coming Soon

Greetings my few but fabulous followers:

I'm working on three different stories at the moment. One is a sort of Mystery that stars Bella and Charlie and later Edward. Then I'm co-writing a Rosalie/Emmett story with my pain in the ass sister, Madison. Finally, after reading Bella Swan: Kidnapper, Cella needs a masquerade pregnancy story, so I decided to give it a shot. It's been a blast so far, and my first ever attempt at Bella/Jasper. For my fellow Edward lovers, don't worry. I haven't made him miserable or given him a cringe worthy other character. It will probably be a while before I get it posted, but I just wanted to give you guys an update.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sarah and Bailey Black

Here are the girls from the epilogue of Bella Swan: Kidnapper.



(This reminded me of Sarah from one of Jake's flashback in Officer Goodbody.)

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Another Work-In-Progress

Here's a picture from a story that may or may not get written. It's fun to look at regardless.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Officer Goodbody Deleted Scene

Bree was away at competition so I had the room to myself. Unfortunately, we had the RA from hell, so there was no way I would be able to sneak in a replacement roommate for the night. Bree and I had been so much trouble that we were forced to move to the third floor with the strictest resident assistant on the planet, Maria.

I scowled just thinking about her. I understood that it was her job to enforce the dorm rules, but she didn’t have to get so much joy out of it.

The sound of something hitting my window snapped me out of my thoughts. At first, I ignored it, but then it happened again and a third time. I huffed and went over to see what the hell was going on.

Jacob was standing below with a few rocks in his hand. He was still in his uniform, so he must have come straight from work.

“Jake,” I smiled. “Who knew you could be so romantic?”

“Shut up!” he called back. “You know why I’m here. You sent a stripper to the station?! What is wrong with you?”

I put on a mask of innocence. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought you big, strong men liked that sort of thing.”

“Not when the stripper is a big, strong man too!” he replied.

“It was a test,” I replied. “If we’re going to do this whole relationship thing, I had to make sure you were straight. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if you saw the light and left me for another man a few years down the line?” The truth was I just thought it would be funny… I was right.

“You’re full of shit,” said Jake.

“I thought we’ve already established that,” I laughed.

He wasn’t amused. “Get your ass down here.”

“My ass is staying right where it’s at,” I replied. There was no way I was going down there for him to retaliate.

“Don’t make me come up there,” he growled. I loved it when he did that.

“Try,” I smiled. “I’ll see you this weekend. Bye Jacob. I love you.” I left the window and plopped down on my bed, knowing I was safe. There was no way in hell he could make it past Malicious Maria.

I put in my ear buds and cranked up the volume on my iPod. It was too damn quiet on the third floor. I was in the middle of belting out some eighties music when a large hand clamped over my mouth, effectively scaring the shit out of me.

My iPod was taken away from me. “You are in so much trouble,” Jacob growled in my now music free ear.

“How did you get up here?” I asked, trying to squirm out of his grip, but it was no use.

“You should have closed the window,” he replied.


“You won’t be up here long enough to do anything,” I said smugly. “The RA is a beast. She’ll have you out of here in no time. No boys are allowed at this hour.”

Jacob let me go. Ha! He pushed the desk in front of my door. Shit. “You were saying?”

I did the only reasonable thing I could think of, threw stuff at him.

There was no way Maria didn’t hear the commotion that was going on in my room. Whenever Jacob and I tussled, it was always loud. There was always a lot of crashes, cussing, and laughing. We’ve had the cops show up on more than one occasion to make sure everything was alright, which made it even worse since Jake worked with them.

He finally got me pinned to the floor. “Today, I had a man named Doctor Feel Good drop his pants in front of me. Now you’re going to personally burn that image from my mind.”

“Doctor Feel Good? I thought I paid for Sergeant Sexy.” What kind of business was that place running?

“Not the point,” said Jacob, pulling me up.

There was a loud knock on the door. “Dwyer! What’s going on in there?” Maria shouted.

“Nothing,” I called back. “Just watching a movie. I’ll turn it down!”

“Open the door,” she replied, still knocking unnecessarily.

“Can’t! I’m naked and shy.” Why wouldn’t the bitch just go away?

Jacob grabbed the remote and turned on the television. “Can’t have you lying to your RA,” he whispered. Then he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Well, get dressed and open the door!” she screeched.

My panties hit the floor. “In a minute,” I replied. “It’s just getting to the good part!”

If she bought that whole “watching a movie” shit, Maria probably thought I was watching porn. The only problem was Looney Tunes were on in the background. In between “what’s up docs” and “hunting wabbits”, Maria heard a few “oh Gods” and “please Jacobs”.

Jacob was getting dressed when Maria threatened to call campus security. She had already tried to unlock the door, but she couldn’t push it open. Either she was really concerned about my safety or she wanted to see the show. The latter would never happen. No matter how crazy we were, we didn’t do that shit for an audience.

“I’m going to be on social probation because of you.” I was getting dressed as quickly as possible.

“No you’re not,” said Jake. He pulled out his cuffs and pulled my arms behind my back.

He was cuffing me! “Now is not the time to get kinky.”

“Just play along,” he replied impatiently.

Before I could stop him, Jacob moved the desk and opened the door.

Maria stood there with her master key in hand. “What the hell is going on?”

“Language, Maria,” I scolded her.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” said Jake, pushing me out into the hall. He flashed her his badge, “I’m a police officer. I’m taking her in for questioning.”

Maria put her hands on her hips. “How did you get in there?”

“Ma’am, I’m specially trained for this type of situation. A locked door won’t keep me from doing my job,” he said with an impressive air of authority.

“Well, I’m the resident assistant. Why wasn’t I informed?” she asked haughtily. I wanted to smack the lip gloss off her lips.

“You’ll have to take that up with your boss,” said Jacob, sounding tense. “If you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. If you continue to stand in my way, I will have to call for backup to come and retrieve you.”

Not wanting the shame of ever being arrested, Maria moved aside for Jacob to escort me out of the dorm.

“Where are we going?” I asked. He was nice enough to take the handcuffs off before opening my door for me. “I have classes in the morning.”

“You didn’t really think you would get away with sending a stripper to the station, did you?” he asked.

Shit. “Yes actually. Didn’t your mom teach you to forgive and forget?”

“She was more of a ‘if it bites you, bite it back’ type of girl,” he said as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I ended up tied to a chair in Billy’s restaurant while Quil and Embry did a ridiculously raunchy striptease. When they were down to their animal print speedos, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Is this really necessary?”

“It was either these two or the Newtons,” said Jake.

I gaped at him. “You fight dirty.”

He laughed. “Me? You’re the one-- HEY!” He quickly covered my eyes. “What the fuck are you two doing? No one wants to see that!” From the sound of their laughter, I guessed that Quil and Embry had lost their speedos.

“Aw man,” teased Quil. “We were just getting started.”

“Put that thing away before I let Nessie get her blade,” Jake replied.

“Why don’t you tase them?” I suggested. I never got to see anybody get tased.

Embry laughed. “No wonder you two are dating. Nobody else could handle you.”

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Group Therapy: Nessie and the Cheerleaders

“Would you put down the damn pom poms and listen to me?” Cheerleaders could be so difficult sometimes.

“Ness,” Bree replied. “We’re in the middle of practice.”

“But this is an emergency,” I argued. In my opinion, my recent bout of insanity was more important than perfecting stunts for a football game.

The squad decided to take a break. It was for the best. One chick looked like she was about to pass out if she didn’t eat something soon. They all sat down in a circle, surrounding me. “Go ahead,” said Bree.

“This isn’t fucking story time, Bree.” I had a crisis going on, and she wanted me to spill my guts to all her peppy friends.

Bree just smiled. The girl never got angry. She just loved everybody and everything. It was freaky and unnatural. “You’re not going to find a more eclectic group of majors. There’s bound to be somebody on the squad who can help you. Think of it as group therapy.”

I huffed and sat down with them. “Fine, let’s-- what the hell is this?” A Barbie look-alike had thrust a sparkly stick into my hands.

“If you want to talk, you have to hold the spirit stick,” she informed me nicely. “It’s squad rules.” We never had to do this shit in rehab.

“Whatever,” I replied. I could hold the damn stick. No big deal.

“So what’s the emergency?” Bree asked, taking a sip from her water bottle.

“I kissed a guy and I liked it,” I confessed.

Their was silence from the squad. “Did you think you were a lesbian? Your facebook says you’re straight.” Was she allowed to speak? I was still holding the stick.

Maybe I should have been more specific. “If this leaves the circle, I will cut you,” I warned seriously. “There’s this guy, Jake. He’s really hot, and even though he kind of hates me, we’ve fucked on more than one occasion.”

One of the smaller girls covered her ears. “She’s very sheltered,” Bree explained.

“My bad,” I shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve always liked pissing him off. It’s fun, and his reactions are funny as hell, but out of nowhere, I started to like like him. To top it all off, he’s been getting jealous when other guys look at me, and he even drove all the way out here because I didn’t say goodbye before I left. Now, I don’t want to just f--” Shit, I remembered the sheltered girl, “have fun with him. I want to… oh hell, I just want more than that.” I sighed. “What do I do?”

Barbie took the spirit stick and rapped me over the head with it. “Ouch! Bitch, what was that for?”

“Tell him!” she exclaimed as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. When I glared at her, she moved away nervously. “I mean, if you think it’s a good idea.” She quickly handed the spirit stick to the guy next to her.

“I can’t just tell him,” I argued. That was preposterous.

“Why not?” Bree asked.

“You’ve met me. Do I strike you as a let’s talk about our feelings type of girl?” Until recently, I wasn’t even aware I was capable of these particular feelings. I blame Bella. She warped me with all of her damn cynicism. Of course, now she’s head over heels for Eddie boy, so I guess it didn’t stick with her either.

The guy holding the stick spoke up. “It sounds to me like this dude wants more from you, too. My suggestion is to keep being a pain in the ass, since he seems to get off on it, but do something to let him know that you care about him. That’s what I would want a girl to do anyway.” I kind of gaped at him. That sounded pretty wise coming from a male cheerleader. “What?” he asked, noticing my surprise. “We’re not all gay.” I had to stop stereotyping people.

They had to get back to practice, and I had homework to do, so I got out of their way. I was in the middle of writing another damn paper when I decided to call Bella.

“Tell me you’re not in trouble already.”

Did people not just say “hello” anymore? “I have feelings for Officer Goodbody other than lust.”


“What do you mean ‘and’?” Did she not get that this was a big deal?

“Everybody knows that you and Jake are meant for each other, except for you and Jake.”

“That’s ridiculous. That would make me as clueless as you were with Edward.” There was no way I was that bad.

“That makes you worse. I guess it runs in the family.”

I groaned, “Shit. Just give me some advice. What would Mistress Marie do?”

“She would hang up on your ass. Stop calling me Mistress Marie.”

She really hung up on me. I guess I deserved it. I knew how much that irritated her. That’s why I did it.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Reason to be an Emmett Fan

That's really all I have to say.

Friday, August 7, 2009

So You Think You Can Write

Sue was nice enough to pimp Bella Swan: Kidnapper. There are also some other good recs on there, so check it out at SYTYCW.

Monday, August 3, 2009

The Golden Chocolate Awards

Bella Swan: Kidnapper won a Golden Chocolate Award for Best Comedy. Let's take a moment to do a happy dance... now I need chocolate.

Completely off topic... My addiction to photoshop is getting worse, so here's the artwork for The Doll House. It's a work in progress. (The first one is how I see Bella, but since I couldn't find a picture of her looking skurred, I also made one with KStew.)

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Officer Goodbody

The first chapter has been posted over at Chapter 2 should be up Friday.

In case you haven't heard, Bella Swan: Kidnapper was nominated for a Bellie Award for Best Comedy! Thanks to everyone who nominated it.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


I have been searching all over the place, trying to find how I picture these people in my head, and this is as close as I can get. You can picture them however you like, but here's how I see them. (Almost.)



I'm working on Officer Goodbody right now. I'll give you a little preview.

Bella and Leo were good friends of mine. I wasn’t about to let some creep cause them any trouble. “Hey!” I caught the guy by his jacket and easily pulled him off the fence. He was a lot smaller than I had originally thought. “You mind telling me what you’re doing climbing this lady’s fence?”

The perpetrator reached up and removed the helmet. I was caught off guard when a wave of multi-colored hair fell down onto her shoulders. “I’m her pimp,” the young woman replied sarcastically. “The bitch owes me money.”

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Not a Sequel

Hello! I'm putting this on here because I have no plans to finish it. I started writing it before my orignial epilogue just so I could get my mind running, and now I don't want to delete it. It's a 3rd person point of view snippet of the Cullen kids.

“Hello ladies,” Leo smiled as he opened the door for the young women to pass through. He winked at them, causing an eruption of giggles.

Ethan walked out behind them. “Thanks dude. You’re such a gentleman.”

Leo punched his arm. “What took you so long? You’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“I am,” he replied smugly. “That’s why I was smart enough to double check my answers.”

“Hey guys!” nine year old Noah shouted, causing Leo to jump.

“Shit,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s it. We’re putting a bell on you.”

Noah held out his hand. “You said a bad word.”

“You can’t use that against us. We’re the ones that taught it to you,” said Ethan.

“So you should know better,” he replied.

Ethan turned to Leo and shrugged. “The kid’s gotta point.”

Grumbling, Leo slapped a dollar in his little brother’s hand. “If we go out for ice cream later, you’re buying.” He put his wallet back in his pocket. “Shouldn’t you be with Sophie?”

“She’s talking to her friends in the parking lot. I got bored,” said Noah.

“What about Mikey?” Ethan asked.

Noah cringed. “Aunt Rosie’s office.”

“Let’s go see if we can bail that one out,” sighed Leo.

The three brothers walked the short distance from the high school to the elementary building. “Alright guys, just smile, be polite, and let me do the talking,” said Ethan. He took a deep breath and knocked on the office door. When it opened, he put on his best charming smile. “Aunt Rosie! I hear Michaela has been giving you a little trouble.”

The seven year old pouted. “I still say I’m the victim here.”

Rosalie stared her down. “You toilet papered the boys’ bathroom.”

“I made it pretty. It’s not like they use their toilet paper anyway,” she protested, pushing away a brown curl that had escaped her ponytail.

“I swear you are just like your mother,“ she sighed. “Look, I know you didn’t work alone. Tell me who helped you, and I’ll lighten your punishment,” Rosalie bargained.

“Aunt Rosie, I am not a snitch,” Michaela replied, horrified at the accusation.

The principal growled. “Just take her out of here,” she told the boys. “You’re cleaning it up tomorrow during recess,” she said to her niece.

“Yes ma’am,” she replied politely.

Leo held open his arms to his frustrated aunt. “Do you need a hug?”

Rosalie pulled out a ruler. “I will swat all four of you.”

“But I didn’t do nothing,” Noah protested.

“You didn’t do anything,” she corrected.

“Exactly,” he grinned.

“Out!” she shouted, pointing to the door.

Ethan took Noah by the arm. “This is why I said let me do the talking.”

Once in the hallway, Leo helped his little sister climb on his back. “Mikey, didn’t we teach you not to get caught?”

“I wanted credit for my handiwork,” she replied.

Ethan laughed. “Sis, you’re going to end up spending half of your life grounded or in detention.”

When they made it to the parking lot, Leo scanned the crowd for Sophie. His eyes narrowed when he saw her. She was leaning against someone’s car with one of their teammates standing a little to close for an older brother’s liking. She was smiling, but Leo wasn’t. He set Michaela down. “Go to the car.”

“Ooh, angry face, what’s going on?” she asked, trying to see for herself.

Ethan scowled when he saw the boy ogling his other sister. “Noah, don’t let her run off. Come on, Leo.”

Noah smiled deviously, “This should be good.”

Sophie was laughing at something the boy had said when Leo jerked him away. “What the hell, dude? You know that’s our little sister. She’s off limits”

“Sorry, Cullen. We were just talking,” he replied hurriedly.

“She’s thirteen, asshole,” Ethan growled. “Go perv on somebody else.”

When he took off, the guys were faced with a pissed off Sophie. “I can’t believe you did that! He was just being nice to me. I’m going after him.”

“The hell you are,” said Ethan. He grabbed her, causing her to drop her bag as he threw her over his shoulder.

“Ethan Anthony! Put me down!” Sophie screamed.

Ignoring her protests, Ethan headed for the car. Leo grabbed her bag and went after them.

“I love this family,” Noah sighed.

The Epilogue

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos. The guys I picked for Leo and Ethan may be a little older, but I thought they looked alike the ones I picked for when they were kids.






(Here you go, Melody!)

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Kids

Hey guys! I tried to find pictures of how I imagined the kids. Since they live in my head, this is as close as I could get. I found them at




(I figured Emmett put that hat on him.)

(A little older, but he looked liked a mini Jasper.)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Bella Swan: Kidnapper

Here are some pictures from the fic. Check it out here.

Bella and Leo's House

The Jumper

Leo's Treehouse



Disclaimer: I own none of these pictures.