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That Little Bit of Hope, Chapter 17 up!
littleguitar:
Thanks ;D
I'll tell you what, I've been around this place way too long to have just now reached 1,000 :)
notBastet:
--- Quote from: littleguitar on December 11, 2006, 11:05:51 pm ---oh, and I've just realized I've reached 1,000 posts :D ::)
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Oh - a belated congratulations!
(I'm sad to hear your almost done with your story, but of course I'm looking forward to the updates... I'm one of those people that always wishes the stories would go on forever... :))
littleguitar:
Thanks for the congrats! :D
I'm the same way about stories I love, I want the authors to never stop writing them! Who knows, maybe after all my grad school stuff is over and I have more time I'll try out a sequel... I can't promise anything, but it could happen :)
Anyway, hopefully the new chapter will be up tonight... it's going slowly because I'm behind on just about everything in my life right now because of how long I was sick, but I've got a huge chunk of it written.
Bigheart:
--- Quote from: littleguitar on December 13, 2006, 07:55:41 pm ---
Anyway, hopefully the new chapter will be up tonight...
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*Squeeeeeeee* Something to look forward to when I wake up! :)
littleguitar:
I'll try not to let you down June :-*
Anyone want a teaser?? ::)
“Damn, Ennis,” Jack said, he shook his head. “Know what this means, don’t ya? We’re really makin’ a go of it.”
“Guess so.”
“It’s gonna be real good, you’ll see. Finally get that sweet life, you and me.”
“Ain’t gonna be that easy. Ain’t figured nothin’ out yet.”
“I know it.”
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Trouble.”
Ennis gestured with his chin out the windshield and Jack turned to look. Three pick-ups lined up in a row, bumper to bumper across the road, blocking the way. Men, probably five by Jack’s count, milled about, looking lively at the sight of the truck making its way toward them. Not one of them had a gun, a few baseball bats, some wrenches, a tire iron. Jack saw his dad off to the side, leaning against the front bumper, his face stern.
“Fuck,” Jack said. “Turn around Ennis.”
“Can’t,” Ennis said.
Jack turned and saw that more trucks had blocked their way out. Fear raced through his body, thumping in his chest and his temples, making him dizzy. Ennis gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white.
“Fuck,” Jack said again.
Bobby woke. “What’s goin’ on, Daddy?”
“Nothin’, Bobby,” Jack said. He looked at Ennis, his face full of “what now”, Ennis’ face full of something. But what Jack wasn’t sure. He knew Ennis’ mind had probably only registered one thing, that one tire iron out of the whole group of men and weapons. That tire iron had finally come for him. “It’ll be all right,” he said.
Ennis nodded.
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