Epiphany...

I recently had a discussion with a friend of mine on the topic of the threesome. The central question was: All else being equal, would you rather be with two people of the opposite sex or one of either gender? Truth be told I had never put much thought into the subject. I came to two conclusions:
1) Take the case of me, my theoretical significant other, and an additional woman. I know for a fact that I would not take it well at all to see the man that I loved being intimate with, or even looking at, another woman. So that's out.
2) Let's try me, my TSO, and an additional man. Not being the type to engage in random acts of sexual intercourse, I gotta say that would be a bit weird. For this fact alone: I would have sex with someone that I loved. To have some other guy just stopping in for kicks, that'd make me uncomfortable I'd wager.Why I presented all that here, well, I'm not really sure

I've just brought my would be book up to the mark of approximately 15250 words. That's somewhere between a quarter and a fifth done for your average sized novel. I also had an epiphany. I won't give any spoilers here, but several major points of the plot that I had been ignoring up til now have been made beautifully clear to me. Like fine Waterford crystal.


~ “Aiden. This is really weird. Are you sure we're not hallucinating?”
“Well I'm not Jacob. I won't presume to speak for you.” ~
~ Mine, gimme

Unknowable...

~ I cried.
I cried for my baby, my husband, my pain. I cried because crying was the only thing I could do.
Robert held me locked in his arms, rocking me gently, I only realized later, in time to his own sobs. I clung to him like he was my last hope.
I vaguely remember passing the afterbirth, a nurse gently removing my feet from the stirrups and covering me up. Either no one spoke to me, or I just don't remember it. My world consisted of my anguish, the unendurable ache consuming my heart. Robert's world brushed against mine and I knew his pain as well. I thought that it must be a blessing to die.
This should not be happening to me. This could not have happened to me. That putrid mass of flesh that my body had just so violently expelled could not have been my baby.
I stopped crying. The emptiness choked me. That was not my baby. More tears came where I thought I had none left. That was my baby.
My baby.
The pain dragged me down. I did not resist.
Robert cradled my limp body as a nurse slipped a sedative into my vein. I wondered briefly if they had anything that would dull his agony.
He lay me gently back on the bed and went, for the first and last time, to look at his son. I could still feel his body shaking against my breast.
Hell couldn't hurt this badly. ~

~ From the mind of Renee

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Nothing to see here...

~ Jared leaned in and eyed Sam's work warily.
"I pray God you know what you're doing."
"Yes, yes Jared I do. Now will you quit sweating down the back of my neck?" His voice sounded just a tiny bit testy. Considering that Sam was working with explosives Jared decided to go ahead and back off a little. He leaned back into the wall he was kneeling beside, rifle crossed over his chest and carefully peered out into the darkness surrounding them. The night was absolutely silent but for his own respiration and the faint whispers coming from Sam's direction as he gently swore under his breath. Jared waited for as long as he possibly could before asking.
"How's it going there big guy?"
"The damn blasting cap's aged! I can't say for sure if this thing is going to blow or not. Why can't we freaking have decent equipment for once? ~
~ Mine